Chapter 86

The wooden bed leaned against the wall, preserving the tradition of rigorous
meditation in the Esburg Church. Even in the priest’s room, there was only a
narrow bed that could barely accommodate one person.

The prince supported the priest, half kneeling on the bed. The simple wooden
bed immediately creaked, momentarily interrupting the prince’s burning desire
and halting the passionate kisses.

The prince continued kissing the priest’s lips. In the pause, the heavy
breathing of both men was strikingly audible in the suddenly quiet room.

The prince’s Adam’s apple bobbed, sweat beading on his forehead. He was
usually relentless, but the priest’s status made him hesitate. To bed a priest
within the monastery—what repercussions would that hold for the priest if it
were known?

The priest’s breathing was also slightly labored, their lips still firmly
pressed together, the prince’s arms tightly wrapped around the priest’s waist,
everything poised on the edge.

In the moment of the prince’s hesitant contemplation, the lips he was
kissing lightly sucked on him. Though the force was minimal compared to the
prince’s, the effect was explosive.

The prince’s mind thundered, every ounce of his rationality obliterated by
this tantalizing act!

He kissed the priest’s lips forcefully, pressing the priest onto the wooden
bed in one swift motion.

The wooden bed creaked even louder.

The space was too cramped; the two men were almost intertwined on the small
bed, the prince’s robust frame completely enveloping the priest’s.

The room was pitch black, with only moonlight streaming in through the
window, casting an ethereal glow on the priest’s fair face and golden hair.

The prince’s breath was incredibly heavy as he quickly undid the buttons of
the priest’s monk’s robe. Beneath the black outer garment lay a pristine white
inner robe, its collar fastened tightly with a cord. The prince forcefully
loosened the cord, revealing a golden cross necklace that jumped out against
the priest’s smooth neck, shimmering brightly even in the darkness.

Oh God, he’s a priest—

The prince’s eyes locked onto the cross.

A cunning, greedy, vain priest who dared to bed men within the monastery!

The prince felt himself on the brink of madness!

Rough kisses trailed from the priest’s lips down his neck. The prince’s
sucking was too forceful, forcing the priest to tug at his hair. “Don’t
leave marks,” the priest whispered lowly.

Both the tone and the hushed voice added another layer of taboo to the
affair.

The prince could barely contain himself; to hell with God, he wouldn’t go
easy on him tonight—

The black robe was torn open, and the prince kissed the priest passionately,
his hand boldly slipping beneath the priest’s loose undergarments, moving
upward along his thigh. The priest’s thigh muscles were well-defined, the skin
incredibly smooth. The prince’s hand seemed almost sucked in by the warmth of
the skin as he caressed back and forth. Their breathing grew heavier, the
priest’s breath becoming deeper. With each touch, his thighs involuntarily
spread wider.

The compliant, seductive movements rendered the already fiery prince
completely unable to restrain himself.

The prince knelt between the priest’s legs, his knees pressing against the
priest’s knees, forcing the priest to close them.

Their thighs rubbed against each other, and the priest’s hands moved
downward beneath his undergarments, pressing against himself, mirroring the
prince’s actions.

The prince’s eyes were fixed on the priest’s face.

It was still so beautiful, flushed with desire, yet retaining an air of
sanctity and beauty even in the throes of passion.

Damn it—

The prince felt like he was about to explode, his desire skyrocketing. His
movements became faster, and the priest was nearing his limit. He matched the
prince’s movements, arching his waist with each thrust. The wooden bed squeaked
softly, and in the intensity of heat and pleasure, the priest arched his chest
upwards, his neck straining back as he offered up his essence like a sacrifice—

The priest lay back, somewhat limp, and the bed fell into silence. In the
room, only the prince’s heavy breathing and the priest’s somewhat contented
breaths could be heard.

The prince tried to kiss the priest again after wiping the fluid on the
priest’s thighs, but the priest pushed him away.

Sitting back, the priest reached for the monk’s robe hanging loosely on him
and removed it before the prince could pounce again. He tossed the robe onto a
nearby chair, then reached for the hem of his inner robe. The prince helped the
priest remove the inner robe, then pulled down the priest’s loose
undergarments.

The priest was now naked, his body alabaster with a faint pink hue on his
chest, and below his waist a mess of dampened areas—

His only adornments were his beautiful golden hair and the golden cross
necklace around his neck.

The prince’s desire shifted from frantic urgency to something deeper and
more intense. A priest like this deserved to be savored slowly. The prince
methodically removed all his own clothing.

The priest was blind, unable to see anything. His expression seemed
indifferent, with eyes of a lake-green hue and lips slightly swollen and moist.

Kneeling, the prince took the priest’s hand and placed it on his face.

The priest’s fingers brushed against the scar, curling slightly.

The prince guided the priest’s hand down from his scarred face, over his
chin, neck, and shoulders, then placed it on his chest.

The prince’s heart pounded, his skin scorching.

The priest’s finger traced the scar on the prince’s skin.

Their lips met again, the bed too narrow for comfort. They sat facing each
other, arms wrapped around each other. The priest had already spread his legs,
draping them over the prince’s waist.

The prince’s waist was firm, and the priest’s legs subtly moved, seemingly
unintentional yet provocative.

Another firm part of the prince pressed against the priest’s abdomen,
smearing the priest’s skin with moisture—

Lips pressed and parted, tongues entwined, legs rubbed and moved. The priest
gradually regained sensation, their male bodies rubbing against each other. The
narrow bed squeaked with their escalating desire.

The prince kissed down from the priest’s tongue to his lips, then to his
throat, kissing the cold cross, and further down, treating the priest’s body
like a delicacy, kissing down his abdomen until he reached the priest’s thighs,
lifting them and causing the liquid on the priest’s body to flow down—

“Father…”

The prince murmured against the flesh at the priest’s thighs, “My
lord…” The priest shuddered, the released liquid dripping down, making his
groin slippery.

The prince continued to kiss and lick, instinct guiding his actions.

The flesh his fingers touched was tight, wet, silky.

Every drop of blood surged towards one point, the prince burying his head in
the priest’s belly, kissing and praising him with his exquisite, magnetic
voice.

What a holy priest, what a lecherous body.

The priest paid no heed to what the prince said, lost in the long-lost
pleasure, feeling the prince’s rough yet slender fingers. He leaned back, arms
supporting him, waist swaying with the prince’s fingers, the bed creaking
along.

Finally, the prince withdrew his fingers. He looked at the priest, whose
face was filled with desire, his lake-green eyes unfocused, golden hair damp
against his face.

The prince leaned down and kissed the priest’s lips. “My dear priest,
let God be my witness, I truly love you.”

The body, possessed for the first time by a man, was taut like stretched
silk. The naked priest arched from his abdomen to his shoulders, resembling a
crescent moon. He bit his lip lightly, arms stretched taut, hands clutching
tightly at the bedsheets beneath him.

The prince almost held his breath, a lightning-like sensation coursing
through his body. Every muscle tensed, his hand gripping the priest’s waist
tightly. The prince thrust his hips.

The priest’s tense body almost trembled, his previously indifferent
expression changing. His unfocused green eyes grew hazy…

The wooden bed began to shake violently, making the previous noises seem
quiet in comparison! The intense creaking even drowned out the sounds of flesh
colliding and the priest’s moans.

This sensation was simply amazing!

The muscles of the prince’s waist moved and thrust vigorously, while the
priest gripped his arms and kissed him without reservation. The prince rode on
like a madman on the bed, and the priest’s legs swayed up and down around his
waist.

Though their bodies were touching for the first time, their coordination was
so tacit and fervent. The sounds of their movements and the creaking of the
wooden bed intertwined violently. The prince’s muscles swelled, and sweat
dripped down his body, landing on the priest’s fLecyble frame.

A strong, irresistible tingling sensation rose from their spines. The priest
clung tightly to the prince, trembling all over. The prince’s thrusts grew more
and more vigorous, nearly causing the bed to collapse.

The prince kissed the priest, his gorgeous and magnetic voice immersed in
the low panting of desire. The priest’s passion soared higher as he tightened
his legs around the prince’s waist. He kissed the prince’s tongue, moving in
rhythm with the prince’s wild actions, as if riding a fast horse, constantly
thrusting, then thrusting again—

There was no pleasure like this in heaven, no madness like this in hell!

After the intense night passed, the wooden bed didn’t collapse, indicating
how diligently the monks had procured their bedding.

The prince really wanted to cuddle with the priest overnight, but that was
obviously impossible. He reluctantly let go of the priest, kissing his cheeks
repeatedly. “I’ll go get some water.”

The priest didn’t object. The prince had brought him immense pleasure after
a long time. He lazily lay back, casually bending one leg, not caring at all if
this position exposed him. The prince, now dressed and off the bed, glanced
back, unable to resist kissing the priest’s lips again. Through gritted teeth,
he said, “Alright, alright, you’re driving me crazy, aren’t you?”

The priest chuckled, “I couldn’t bear it if I did.”

The prince felt the satisfaction of being fulfilled, but the once dormant
flame inside him was now teased back to life.

Was this really a priest before him? He was more enticing than Asmodeus
himself… The prince resisted, yet he kissed the priest’s lips again with force,
his tone both affectionate and annoyed. “You little rascal.”

The limping prince willingly acted as a servant. He went downstairs to check
on Bill’s room, relieved to find it dark. He fetched water and returned.

The priest was sitting naked in the bathtub. “Prince?”

The prince kissed the priest deeply, and the priest allowed it. “New
sheets are in the low cabinet next to the desk.”

“Alright.”

The prince was surprisingly easygoing. After putting down the water, he
immediately went to change the soaking sheets. As he held the sheets, he felt
an overwhelming tenderness. This night was special to him—it was his first time
with someone. Memories flooded his mind, and he bundled up the sheets, planning
to keep them as a memento of his and the priest’s first night.

The priest quickly washed in the bathtub, enjoying the wonderful night. The
prince didn’t disappoint him; he was very enthusiastic and satisfying.

It seemed the pleasures of a crumbling world could be fully compensated
through this.

The priest came out in clean clothes, and the prince had already changed the
sheets. The priest lay back in bed, and the prince came to kiss his forehead,
nose, and lips, affectionately saying, “See you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.”

The prince took the sheets downstairs. He felt like a happy bird. Oh, love
was truly wonderful. It could drive people crazy and bring immense joy. Back in
his room, he neatly folded the sheets, then washed himself clean and lay on the
bed, reminiscing about the night’s events.

He smiled, his cheeks flushed, excited like a teenage girl in love.

The priest…

The prince closed his eyes, recalling the various poses of the priest in the
darkness, lost in thought.

The priest’s favor didn’t lead the prince out of the quagmire of love;
instead, it pulled him in deeper. He realized he loved the priest even more.
Every expression and gesture of the priest occupied his entire mind. Oh God—did
he even think about marriage?!

“Oh my, the same man, a priest’s marriage!”

The prince was surprised by his own wild thoughts, yet a wistful smile crept
onto his face.

It was another sleepless night for the prince. Ever since encountering the
priest, his life had changed completely, yet he found himself not disliking
this change one bit. After last night, he couldn’t help but smile at any given
moment.

Bill ascended the stairs and saw the prince with a faint smile, so surprised
he momentarily forgot to greet him.

The prince, upon seeing his servant, restrained his smile slightly.
“Did you sleep well last night?”

Bill, puzzled, replied, “Of course, I mean, yes, Your Highness. And
you?” Bill glanced the prince up and down. “You look particularly
radiant today.”

“Oh, do I?” The prince’s face involuntarily lit up with a broad
smile again.

This made Bill slightly uneasy. Honestly, the prince’s face didn’t suit such
a smile; it looked fierce like it wanted to crush something.

“Did you happen to hear the noise of me and the priest practicing
dancing last night?” the prince casually inquired.

“I heard a bit while cleaning your room, but once I returned to my
quarters, it wasn’t very audible,” Bill said. “Your Highness, I’m
glad to see you’re taking dancing lessons seriously.”

“Yes, dancing is quite enjoyable…”

The prince’s smile, which unnerved Bill, returned. “I quite like
it.”

“That’s good…” Bill swallowed nervously. “At next week’s
ball, you’ll surely impress everyone.”

The prince’s smile faded slightly.

Oh, the ball. He had almost forgotten.

During breakfast, Randes, unusually, participated in the prayers with the
monks. He occasionally glanced at the priest, who looked well, with a healthy
compLecyon and lively spirit.

Randes thought sweetly to himself, “He too is being nourished by
love.”

Love could make one radiant, yet it still tormented the prince relentlessly.
He couldn’t resist the urge to see the priest. No, more accurately, he wanted
to walk over there right now, to the head of the table, and deeply kiss the
priest.

The prince endured, finding the ten or so minutes of dining terrifyingly
long. After the meal, he immediately rose, leaning on his cane, intending to
approach the priest, but the priest was already walking away, surrounded by the
other monks.

In public, the prince couldn’t simply call out to the priest. He swore that
if he uttered a syllable of calling, his fervent affection would be exposed.

But he didn’t need to speak; his servants had already begun to feel curious,
asking why he had been staring at the priest all day.

The prince thought he had restrained himself from looking at the priest too
much, but even his servant grew suspicious. He cleared his throat. “I have
some matters to discuss with the priest.”

“Oh, do you want to ask him to practice dancing more intensively? It
might not be possible during the day; there’s a queue outside the church
waiting to see the priest,” Bill remarked.

*

The priest had been trapped in Colby for a full two weeks. His faithful
worried for him missed him, and revered him. The priest’s noble actions during
the epidemic deeply moved them. Upon hearing the priest had emerged from the
Colby district, his followers rushed to him, shaking his hand, kissing his
cheeks, confessing to him, and donating to the church.

For the entire morning, the priest was extremely busy. Finally, as the
morning drew to a close, just as he was about to rise, a low voice came from
outside the confessional booth: “Father.”

The priest’s eyelashes fluttered lightly.

“Dear Father, I’ve come to confess my sins to you.”

“Please, go ahead.”

“I’ve fallen in love with a man.”

The priest remained silent.

The voice from outside the confessional seemed to carry a hint of amusement.
“And I’ve been intimate with him.”

“Father, what should I do?”

The priest gently replied, “You should go to hell.”

The door of the confessional was opened, and the tall, sturdy prince
entered, almost filling the cramped space of the booth. He closed the door
behind him, and did what he had been unable to do earlier that morning,
capturing the priest’s face and kissing him. He kissed the priest’s lips,
pouring into that kiss all the passion he had accumulated that morning.

“I think you’re already in hell with longing,” the prince murmured
softly.

The priest raised his hand and gently touched the prince’s face. “Your
Highness, you must learn to endure.”

“I’ve endured the entire morning.”

The prince pulled the priest up and, once seated, placed the priest on his
lap, wrapping his arms around the priest’s waist. He kissed the priest’s chin
and asked, “Tell me, can we meet tonight?”

The priest replied, “Your Highness, you should take your dancing
lessons seriously. I’ve found a very good instructor for you.”

“Come on, who’s genuinely interested in dancing with a cripple? I just
need to show up at the ball.”

“No, Your Highness, you can’t be so careless. You must do what you’re
supposed to do. Your Highness, don’t make me regret my judgment.”

The prince fell silent. The priest’s words had startled him. Even though he
felt the ball was inconsequential, the king wouldn’t withhold Leipzig from him
just because he couldn’t dance, and those nobles wouldn’t oppose it just
because he couldn’t dance. Besides, the main purpose of the ball was to select
a wife for him.

But he already had someone in mind…

A faint smile played on the prince’s lips again as he gently kissed the
priest’s fingers. “Very well, I’m willing to heed your advice.”