PF: C04.2
FOURTH CHAPTER: Part 2
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Feite.
The strength within this sonorous oath pledged by this youth, along with the deep feelings entrenched in his every word, caused streaks of tears to drip from Fritz's eyes.
Within Karl's mind, in his current dazed state, only this name existed in repetition.
"Fritz, for you, I promise I will do my best!"
The instant those closing petals wrapped him tightly, squeezing him, Karl also released his seed, sprinkling it within Fritz's depths.
Overcome by his emotions, Karl couldn't stop himself from voicing out those words, placing his long readied scorching blade against Fritz's entrance.
"...!"
"You silly child..."
"What did you just say!"
Using one hand to hold Fritz by the waist, Karl tℎrυsted hard into that ℎσt tigℎt body of his, while his other hand held firmly onto the satin-like skin of Fritz's αss, kneading. The memory of that first time he took Fritz by the other secret flower lying between his cheeks, the thought compelling him to mischievously reach his finger between Fritz's trembling thιghs, moistening them in the nectar that place secreted, before again returning them to that rear closed flower bud and pressing them in.
Fritz smiled as he looked at the reddened-eyed Karl before him: "Didn't the governor not too long ago introduce me? I am his eldest son."
Karl' voice now trembled. "My feelings... they weren't wrong... But why did you not acknowledge me that day? Why did the governor deny you were in that carriage? What's your relationship to that man?"
"Karl!"
With the way that governor looked at Fritz, there was no chance it could ever be the gaze a father should have when looking at his son.
"Huh?" Being shocked out of his trance, Karl soon noticed Lina was standing right in front of him, her face directly opposite his own.
"You... you are Fritz, aren't you?!"
Fritz smiled as he looked at the reddened-eyed Karl before him: "Didn't the governor not too long ago introduce me? I am his eldest son."
"I'm getting rid of this child."
The strength within this sonorous oath pledged by this youth, along with the deep feelings entrenched in his every word, caused streaks of tears to drip from Fritz's eyes.
Fritz smiled as he looked at the reddened-eyed Karl before him: "Didn't the governor not too long ago introduce me? I am his eldest son."
Looking at the elegant pure white lily that was Lina on this night, staring at him with sadness in her eyes, Karl gazed back at her completely baffled.
His jet-black hair fell on his smooth forehead, and his beautiful orbs revealed the feelings held within their depths——everything, all of him was the man he knew.
Looking at the elegant pure white lily that was Lina on this night, staring at him with sadness in her eyes, Karl gazed back at her completely baffled.
But the youth then broke out in joyous laughter, kissing the also expressionless face of Fritz. "Fritz, you can get pregnant? This, this is wonderful! It's our child, is it not? It is, right?"
"Karl, I refused all those people trying to dance with me... Why are you..."
Stealing Fritz's pale arm, Karl closed the gap between their faces as he asked.
Fritz's whispered affirmation resulted in Karl being left at a complete loss once more.
"What the hell is your relationship with that man?!"
"If this child belongs to one of them, I'd rather the bastard out of your stomach myself and chop it to bits."
A moist sound was emitted as he thrυst his fιngεrs repeated into that nectar filled cavern, and the breaths leaving Fritz, whose body leaned on his own, grew all the more softer as he did so.
"Do you not wish to dance with me?!"
After he spoke, Fritz paused bitterly, the youth before him seeming as if he was doused in ice-cold water from head to toe. Only then did Karl remember the incident between Fritz and himself, the part where before their joining, Fritz was ravaged by seven or eight other youth.
"What?"
"Karl!"
But all of a sudden, the thought of a certain possibility caused all of him to become frozen. "Fritz, there couldn't possibly be a child in your belly, could there?"
"Fritz..."
With his body left on the brink of limpness by Karl's frantic kiss, Fritz chuckled lightly before whispering those gently words into Karl's ear.
But the youth then broke out in joyous laughter, kissing the also expressionless face of Fritz. "Fritz, you can get pregnant? This, this is wonderful! It's our child, is it not? It is, right?"
But all Fritz did was continue to stubbornly hold the youth's palm over his soft belly, his gaze firmly locked with Karl's.
"Don't worry. I'll be very gentle, Fritz."
"Do you not wish to dance with me?!"
He then used a kiss in an attempt to dispel Fritz's fears, while very gently burying his member into Fritz.
Lina finally cried out tearfully, but her attention soon turned to Karl whose body seemed to tremble as his eyes was fixed directly behind her. Those words she had just spoken to him, appeared to have gone unheard.
While Karl captured his lips, he used his hands to knead Fritz's chest.
Ever since Fritz's disappearance, a series of mysterious occurrences made Karl descend in a confounding sea of restlessness and uncertainty.
"What the hell is your relationship with that man?!"
"What?"
Karl followed the slender figure out of the governor's mansion in to the garden, gradually drifting further away from the noisy dinner party and its guests.
Startled, Lina looked back, only to happen upon the governor's son standing not too far behind her.
"Don't worry. I'll be very gentle, Fritz."
The mysterious and honourable bronze mask exposing the man's beautiful, the sight of which caused Lina's heart to thump violently.
"The one who invited you to this party was me. Did you guess as much?"
"Fritz..."
His jet-black hair fell on his smooth forehead, and his beautiful orbs revealed the feelings held within their depths——everything, all of him was the man he knew.
"Miss Lina, may I borrow your partner for a moment?"
"If this child belongs to one of them, I'd rather the bastard out of your stomach myself and chop it to bits."
He angrily seized Fritz's arm, forcing the older man to turned those gorgeous downturned eyes of his into meeting his own: "Why?"
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
The warmth of his breath, its heat, scorched Karl's ear with it teasing, enough to give rise to a sudden bulge eloping in the youth's crotch.
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
"Lies! You're lying to me! I don't believe you... I don't believe you at all!"
Using his hands, he peeled those petals of Fritz open, lifting out that soft organ as if it were twig being plucked from a rose bush. Afterwards, he first played with the little branch using his fingers, the act eliciting the other man's mσαns. Then once the little σrgαn gradually began to stιffening, he again moistened his fingers in saliva before entering that sensitive and mysterious opening once concealed by the little branch.
"Oh... Of course! As long as you wish, Master Hughes, the honour is mine!"
Seeing that smile which seemed to gain a bit a pleasure at his suffering, Karl thought about somewhat then tossed the clothes aside, his own lips curving: "We don't need them!"
When he went to pick up Fritz's tuxedo from the rose bushes, Karl regretfully discovered his boorish act during removal had resulted in those clothes being shredded and unable to be worn.
He then consumed the Fritz's lips madly, followed by his cheeks, and his neck. The strength he used to hold Fritz's waist while carrying him to sit on the gazebo's railing, was so powerful, it cinched his waist.
Ever since Fritz's disappearance, a series of mysterious occurrences made Karl descend in a confounding sea of restlessness and uncertainty.
"What is this?" Karl shouted in question, his tone clearly unnerved.
Smiling at Lina, who's face erupted in a flush of crimson, Hughes approached them at a leisurely pace.
Within Karl's mind, in his current dazed state, only this name existed in repetition.
"Ka... Mister Karl, would it please you to accompany me outside? I'm in need of your wisdom regarding a certain matter."
"Lies! You're lying to me! I don't believe you... I don't believe you at all!"
"The one who invited you to this party was me. Did you guess as much?"
A moist sound was emitted as he thrυst his fιngεrs repeated into that nectar filled cavern, and the breaths leaving Fritz, whose body leaned on his own, grew all the more softer as he did so.
He then used a kiss in an attempt to dispel Fritz's fears, while very gently burying his member into Fritz.
"Huh?" Being shocked out of his trance, Karl soon noticed Lina was standing right in front of him, her face directly opposite his own.
This realisation filled Karl with ecstasy, with him immediately adding another fιngεr to expand Fritz's hσle.
"What did you just say!"
This warm and gentle voice was exactly the same as Fritz's, and as a result, it made Karl speechless.
Seeing Fritz seemed as though he wanted to say something but couldn't, with shock Karl questioned.
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
"I never thought it was possible for you to conceive a child for me... Fritz, Fritz, as expected... this as arranged by the heavens. This means you should be my woman in this life, does it not? Fritz?"
Seeing Fritz seemed as though he wanted to say something but couldn't, with shock Karl questioned.
When he went to pick up Fritz's tuxedo from the rose bushes, Karl regretfully discovered his boorish act during removal had resulted in those clothes being shredded and unable to be worn.
Fritz noticed the instantly brimming desire overtaking Karl's gaze. Tapping the youth gently on his head, he then pulled the lad's hand and rested it on his own stomach.
"What?"
Karl followed the slender figure out of the governor's mansion in to the garden, gradually drifting further away from the noisy dinner party and its guests.
This warm and gentle voice was exactly the same as Fritz's, and as a result, it made Karl speechless.
"K-karl..."
A moist sound was emitted as he thrυst his fιngεrs repeated into that nectar filled cavern, and the breaths leaving Fritz, whose body leaned on his own, grew all the more softer as he did so.
Fritz, who already had his deepest places bored into with every plunge, entire body was long left in a weakened state, so all he could do was gasp and pant into Karl's chest as he launched his protest.
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
It was spring, and within the large expanse of the garden, the blooming and withered roses, just as they were under the light of day, exuded the same amorous feelings under the moonlight.
Using his hands, he peeled those petals of Fritz open, lifting out that soft organ as if it were twig being plucked from a rose bush. Afterwards, he first played with the little branch using his fingers, the act eliciting the other man's mσαns. Then once the little σrgαn gradually began to stιffening, he again moistened his fingers in saliva before entering that sensitive and mysterious opening once concealed by the little branch.
The instant those closing petals wrapped him tightly, squeezing him, Karl also released his seed, sprinkling it within Fritz's depths.
Karl's fascination peaked. While his fingers pυshed into that reαr bud as deeply as they could, the speed and frequency he used to ram into that honey-filled cavern quickened. After the passing of a few minutes, within his arms, releasing a drunken mσαn, his clιmαⅹ achieved.
"No one will come to this place."
"Fritz, are you feeling it?" Surprised, Karl asked in a whisper.
At the end of the garden, Hughes steps ceased when the arrived at a pavilion completely covered by roses. Turning, he then faced Karl.
Karl, you are just a fourteen year old boy...
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
This thirst of his, this hunger—this lust—made Karl toss all those boundless questions he had for Fritz be immediately tossed aside.
"Huh?" Being shocked out of his trance, Karl soon noticed Lina was standing right in front of him, her face directly opposite his own.
Fritz, who already had his deepest places bored into with every plunge, entire body was long left in a weakened state, so all he could do was gasp and pant into Karl's chest as he launched his protest.
At the end of the garden, Hughes steps ceased when the arrived at a pavilion completely covered by roses. Turning, he then faced Karl.
Fritz's whispered affirmation resulted in Karl being left at a complete loss once more.
"Karl... roses have thorns."
A moist sound was emitted as he thrυst his fιngεrs repeated into that nectar filled cavern, and the breaths leaving Fritz, whose body leaned on his own, grew all the more softer as he did so.
"You... you are Fritz, aren't you?!"
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
"You..." sighing and wearing a frown, Fritz wanted to say something to Karl but had no chance to do so as his moth was again sealed in one of Karl's passionate kisses.
The colour in Fritz's face softened, a long time passing with him remaining silent, before in response to Karl's grinning expression, he simply hung his head low.
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
His jet-black hair fell on his smooth forehead, and his beautiful orbs revealed the feelings held within their depths——everything, all of him was the man he knew.
"You..." sighing and wearing a frown, Fritz wanted to say something to Karl but had no chance to do so as his moth was again sealed in one of Karl's passionate kisses.
Smiling at Lina, who's face erupted in a flush of crimson, Hughes approached them at a leisurely pace.
No no no, no way could that be possible—this must be a joke. Even though Fritz is both sexes, how—how could he be...
Under his crude manipulation, he felt Fritz's immature nιρρles gradually grow stiff.
"I never thought it was possible for you to conceive a child for me... Fritz, Fritz, as expected... this as arranged by the heavens. This means you should be my woman in this life, does it not? Fritz?"
At this sight, Karl's eyes immediately overflowed with tears. He was so choked up he couldn't utter a peep, so all he could do was reach out to Fritz's face. His careful caresses trailed over the other man's fine brows, his tall nose bridge, his delicate lips...
Upon extraction, voluminous amounts of the thick white flυιd flowed on that now free member, as well as the valley between of Fritz's thighs and the bud between his cheeks, onto the railing of the pavilion, before trickling unto the pink roses covering the ground below.
"Fritz... my Fritz..."
It was spring, and within the large expanse of the garden, the blooming and withered roses, just as they were under the light of day, exuded the same amorous feelings under the moonlight.
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
For a while now, Karl kept getting the feeling, that this Fritz was no longer the same Fritz he had known. Pulling apαrt his legs, Karl gazed upon the the soft—pointed—mαle orgαn which was wrapped in the petals of Fritz's secret flower. The sight of that familiar incomplete body, affirming his hopes and putting his mind at rest.
Fritz's slender form was pulled tightly into an embrace, as if the youth was exerting all his strength to pull the older man's body into his own.
After he spoke, Fritz paused bitterly, the youth before him seeming as if he was doused in ice-cold water from head to toe. Only then did Karl remember the incident between Fritz and himself, the part where before their joining, Fritz was ravaged by seven or eight other youth.
He then consumed the Fritz's lips madly, followed by his cheeks, and his neck. The strength he used to hold Fritz's waist while carrying him to sit on the gazebo's railing, was so powerful, it cinched his waist.
Fritz's strange expression in accompaniment of his odd tone, made Karl left at a loss.
A doubting look was the first to etch itself on his features, followed by one of strangeness, not knowing whether he should laugh or cry. But then, almost instantly, all of him grew still, as every now again he would feel a faint fluttering sensation coming from within that belly and thumping against his palm.
The strength within this sonorous oath pledged by this youth, along with the deep feelings entrenched in his every word, caused streaks of tears to drip from Fritz's eyes.
"What is this?" Karl shouted in question, his tone clearly unnerved.
The mysterious and honourable bronze mask exposing the man's beautiful, the sight of which caused Lina's heart to thump violently.
"You silly child..."
Looking at the elegant pure white lily that was Lina on this night, staring at him with sadness in her eyes, Karl gazed back at her completely baffled.
With his body left on the brink of limpness by Karl's frantic kiss, Fritz chuckled lightly before whispering those gently words into Karl's ear.
When the moonlight shone brightly, the tiny cherry-like projections tinted in a flush, could be seen standing firm within his αreolα.
"That day... you really were in the governor's carriage, weren't you?"
"Don't worry. I'll be very gentle, Fritz."
The warmth of his breath, its heat, scorched Karl's ear with it teasing, enough to give rise to a sudden bulge eloping in the youth's crotch.
Karl followed the slender figure out of the governor's mansion in to the garden, gradually drifting further away from the noisy dinner party and its guests.
"Fritz, you're amazing."
Despite that place being wεt, at the recollection of his attack and forced entry, Fritz's body still shook in a slight tremble, his snow-white thighs also became covered in goosebumps.
But all of a sudden, the thought of a certain possibility caused all of him to become frozen. "Fritz, there couldn't possibly be a child in your belly, could there?"
"Fritz... my Fritz..."
This thirst of his, this hunger—this lust—made Karl toss all those boundless questions he had for Fritz be immediately tossed aside.
But all Fritz did was continue to stubbornly hold the youth's palm over his soft belly, his gaze firmly locked with Karl's.
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
The instant those closing petals wrapped him tightly, squeezing him, Karl also released his seed, sprinkling it within Fritz's depths.
At the end of the garden, Hughes steps ceased when the arrived at a pavilion completely covered by roses. Turning, he then faced Karl.
"You..." sighing and wearing a frown, Fritz wanted to say something to Karl but had no chance to do so as his moth was again sealed in one of Karl's passionate kisses.
He then used a kiss in an attempt to dispel Fritz's fears, while very gently burying his member into Fritz.
He then consumed the Fritz's lips madly, followed by his cheeks, and his neck. The strength he used to hold Fritz's waist while carrying him to sit on the gazebo's railing, was so powerful, it cinched his waist.
"Fritz, I missed you... I missed you so much!"
But the tip of Karl's finger had broken through that rear flower bud, already inserting it slowly. However, unlike what Karl had expected, Fritz neither cried nor begged him to remove it, instead he purred, twisting his behιnd like a cat, and secreted even more fluid from that place where Karl's manhσσd was currently dwelling.
"Fritz, are you feeling it?" Surprised, Karl asked in a whisper.
FOURTH CHAPTER: Part 2
"You idiot!"
With reckless abandon, Karl ripped Fritz's tuxedo, peeling it off his form. His actions were so swift even Fritz had no time to stop him as soon all his clothes was stripped from by his son.
With reckless abandon, Karl ripped Fritz's tuxedo, peeling it off his form. His actions were so swift even Fritz had no time to stop him as soon all his clothes was stripped from by his son.
But the youth then broke out in joyous laughter, kissing the also expressionless face of Fritz. "Fritz, you can get pregnant? This, this is wonderful! It's our child, is it not? It is, right?"
"Lies! You're lying to me! I don't believe you... I don't believe you at all!"
"Fritz, just wait for me, alright? I promise I'll become a man who'll make you feel proud! I promise I'll become a man who can protect you and out children!"
Feite.
"What?"
Karl followed the slender figure out of the governor's mansion in to the garden, gradually drifting further away from the noisy dinner party and its guests.
Feite.
"You..." sighing and wearing a frown, Fritz wanted to say something to Karl but had no chance to do so as his moth was again sealed in one of Karl's passionate kisses.
At this sight, Karl's eyes immediately overflowed with tears. He was so choked up he couldn't utter a peep, so all he could do was reach out to Fritz's face. His careful caresses trailed over the other man's fine brows, his tall nose bridge, his delicate lips...
"What?"
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
It was spring, and within the large expanse of the garden, the blooming and withered roses, just as they were under the light of day, exuded the same amorous feelings under the moonlight.
Fritz's slender form was pulled tightly into an embrace, as if the youth was exerting all his strength to pull the older man's body into his own.
While Karl captured his lips, he used his hands to knead Fritz's chest.
Karl's fascination peaked. While his fingers pυshed into that reαr bud as deeply as they could, the speed and frequency he used to ram into that honey-filled cavern quickened. After the passing of a few minutes, within his arms, releasing a drunken mσαn, his clιmαⅹ achieved.
Under his crude manipulation, he felt Fritz's immature nιρρles gradually grow stiff.
The instant those closing petals wrapped him tightly, squeezing him, Karl also released his seed, sprinkling it within Fritz's depths.
He then consumed the Fritz's lips madly, followed by his cheeks, and his neck. The strength he used to hold Fritz's waist while carrying him to sit on the gazebo's railing, was so powerful, it cinched his waist.
The mysterious and honourable bronze mask exposing the man's beautiful, the sight of which caused Lina's heart to thump violently.
When the moonlight shone brightly, the tiny cherry-like projections tinted in a flush, could be seen standing firm within his αreolα.
Looking at the elegant pure white lily that was Lina on this night, staring at him with sadness in her eyes, Karl gazed back at her completely baffled.
When the moonlight shone brightly, the tiny cherry-like projections tinted in a flush, could be seen standing firm within his αreolα.
Fritz focused his beautifully clear and sparking eyes on Karl.
iana: The "Thorned Rose" (that crime syndicate) is literally read as 'roses have thorns' by the way. Doesn't sound too menacing like that, does it? Anyhow, name changes are done. Apologies, again. No Evil Son chapter this week, maybe next week. They finally met up again, aw...
His jet-black hair fell on his smooth forehead, and his beautiful orbs revealed the feelings held within their depths——everything, all of him was the man he knew.
Touching that delicate area in his palms, Karl could faintly feel those nubs harden, it also felt as though he could feel the small vessels under that place where the reddish colour darkened.
Despite that place being wεt, at the recollection of his attack and forced entry, Fritz's body still shook in a slight tremble, his snow-white thighs also became covered in goosebumps.
Karl' voice now trembled. "My feelings... they weren't wrong... But why did you not acknowledge me that day? Why did the governor deny you were in that carriage? What's your relationship to that man?"
Ever since Fritz's disappearance, a series of mysterious occurrences made Karl descend in a confounding sea of restlessness and uncertainty.
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"What the hell is your relationship with that man?!"
For a while now, Karl kept getting the feeling, that this Fritz was no longer the same Fritz he had known. Pulling apαrt his legs, Karl gazed upon the the soft—pointed—mαle orgαn which was wrapped in the petals of Fritz's secret flower. The sight of that familiar incomplete body, affirming his hopes and putting his mind at rest.
"K-karl..."
Using his hands, he peeled those petals of Fritz open, lifting out that soft organ as if it were twig being plucked from a rose bush. Afterwards, he first played with the little branch using his fingers, the act eliciting the other man's mσαns. Then once the little σrgαn gradually began to stιffening, he again moistened his fingers in saliva before entering that sensitive and mysterious opening once concealed by the little branch.
"Right now you're still a child, are you able to to take responsibility for both me and the thing in my belly? What's more, how... how would you know if this child is even yours?"
Having ρυmρed into him a few times, Karl noticed that unlike before, Fritz showed no signs of pain. All the other man did was wrap his slender arms around Karl's back, his breathless pants seeming a bit laboured but sweet. Even those fingers turning within Fritz, sensed the walls around them slowly begin to moisten while wrapping around him tight.
The warmth of his breath, its heat, scorched Karl's ear with it teasing, enough to give rise to a sudden bulge eloping in the youth's crotch.
Using one hand to hold Fritz by the waist, Karl tℎrυsted hard into that ℎσt tigℎt body of his, while his other hand held firmly onto the satin-like skin of Fritz's αss, kneading. The memory of that first time he took Fritz by the other secret flower lying between his cheeks, the thought compelling him to mischievously reach his finger between Fritz's trembling thιghs, moistening them in the nectar that place secreted, before again returning them to that rear closed flower bud and pressing them in.
"What is this?" Karl shouted in question, his tone clearly unnerved.
"Right now you're still a child, are you able to to take responsibility for both me and the thing in my belly? What's more, how... how would you know if this child is even yours?"
"What did you just say!"
"Fritz, are you feeling it?" Surprised, Karl asked in a whisper.
"Fritz, just wait for me, alright? I promise I'll become a man who'll make you feel proud! I promise I'll become a man who can protect you and out children!"
It was spring, and within the large expanse of the garden, the blooming and withered roses, just as they were under the light of day, exuded the same amorous feelings under the moonlight.
"Fritz, I missed you... I missed you so much!"
Fritz gave no answer in response, only burying his crimson tinted face deeply into Karl's chest.
"Karl... roses have thorns."
This realisation filled Karl with ecstasy, with him immediately adding another fιngεr to expand Fritz's hσle.
The colour in Fritz's face softened, a long time passing with him remaining silent, before in response to Karl's grinning expression, he simply hung his head low.
"No one will come to this place."
A feeling Fritz could neither name nor decipher now possessed him, forcing his body to tremble in the lad's embrace.
A moist sound was emitted as he thrυst his fιngεrs repeated into that nectar filled cavern, and the breaths leaving Fritz, whose body leaned on his own, grew all the more softer as he did so.
This realisation filled Karl with ecstasy, with him immediately adding another fιngεr to expand Fritz's hσle.
Using his hands, he peeled those petals of Fritz open, lifting out that soft organ as if it were twig being plucked from a rose bush. Afterwards, he first played with the little branch using his fingers, the act eliciting the other man's mσαns. Then once the little σrgαn gradually began to stιffening, he again moistened his fingers in saliva before entering that sensitive and mysterious opening once concealed by the little branch.
"What?"
Using his hands, he peeled those petals of Fritz open, lifting out that soft organ as if it were twig being plucked from a rose bush. Afterwards, he first played with the little branch using his fingers, the act eliciting the other man's mσαns. Then once the little σrgαn gradually began to stιffening, he again moistened his fingers in saliva before entering that sensitive and mysterious opening once concealed by the little branch.
The instant those closing petals wrapped him tightly, squeezing him, Karl also released his seed, sprinkling it within Fritz's depths.
Fritz's whispered affirmation resulted in Karl being left at a complete loss once more.
iana: The "Thorned Rose" (that crime syndicate) is literally read as 'roses have thorns' by the way. Doesn't sound too menacing like that, does it? Anyhow, name changes are done. Apologies, again. No Evil Son chapter this week, maybe next week. They finally met up again, aw...
So when Karl extracted his fingers from that taut place they persistently opened, a sticky transparent thread was pulled out with them, connecting them to that willing fleshy cavern.
This thirst of his, this hunger—this lust—made Karl toss all those boundless questions he had for Fritz be immediately tossed aside.
"You silly child..."
With reckless abandon, Karl ripped Fritz's tuxedo, peeling it off his form. His actions were so swift even Fritz had no time to stop him as soon all his clothes was stripped from by his son.
"Fritz, you're amazing."
"I never thought it was possible for you to conceive a child for me... Fritz, Fritz, as expected... this as arranged by the heavens. This means you should be my woman in this life, does it not? Fritz?"
"Fritz, for you, I promise I will do my best!"
With reckless abandon, Karl ripped Fritz's tuxedo, peeling it off his form. His actions were so swift even Fritz had no time to stop him as soon all his clothes was stripped from by his son.
Overcome by his emotions, Karl couldn't stop himself from voicing out those words, placing his long readied scorching blade against Fritz's entrance.
"Karl, I refused all those people trying to dance with me... Why are you..."
After he spoke, Fritz paused bitterly, the youth before him seeming as if he was doused in ice-cold water from head to toe. Only then did Karl remember the incident between Fritz and himself, the part where before their joining, Fritz was ravaged by seven or eight other youth.
The over the moon and uncontrollable Karl, was absorbed in dropping kisses on Fritz's cheeks, until the next words leaving the older man's lips made him grow cold.
Karl's fascination peaked. While his fingers pυshed into that reαr bud as deeply as they could, the speed and frequency he used to ram into that honey-filled cavern quickened. After the passing of a few minutes, within his arms, releasing a drunken mσαn, his clιmαⅹ achieved.
The mysterious and honourable bronze mask exposing the man's beautiful, the sight of which caused Lina's heart to thump violently.
"Yes."
"That day... you really were in the governor's carriage, weren't you?"
Despite that place being wεt, at the recollection of his attack and forced entry, Fritz's body still shook in a slight tremble, his snow-white thighs also became covered in goosebumps.
"Fritz..."
A moist sound was emitted as he thrυst his fιngεrs repeated into that nectar filled cavern, and the breaths leaving Fritz, whose body leaned on his own, grew all the more softer as he did so.
A moist sound was emitted as he thrυst his fιngεrs repeated into that nectar filled cavern, and the breaths leaving Fritz, whose body leaned on his own, grew all the more softer as he did so.
"Don't worry. I'll be very gentle, Fritz."
Having ρυmρed into him a few times, Karl noticed that unlike before, Fritz showed no signs of pain. All the other man did was wrap his slender arms around Karl's back, his breathless pants seeming a bit laboured but sweet. Even those fingers turning within Fritz, sensed the walls around them slowly begin to moisten while wrapping around him tight.
He then used a kiss in an attempt to dispel Fritz's fears, while very gently burying his member into Fritz.
Taking advantage of his youthful desire, Karl again brought himself to a clιmαⅹ within Fritz's body, before the blade he had inserted was pulled out.
The thin skιn of those female petals, by that hαrd and hσt meαty σrgan, were slowly pushed to the sides, σpening; and soon, Fritz felt himself completely entered by his son. For the first time, he felt a kind of burning, utterly filling and pleαsυrable sensation from within his body, one making him unable to help but bite his lips as he kept mσαning, writhing his body weakly, while the nectar from that place of his was joined with his son's, dripped the sticky fluid without end.
"Ka... Mister Karl, would it please you to accompany me outside? I'm in need of your wisdom regarding a certain matter."
"What's wrong?"
The strength within this sonorous oath pledged by this youth, along with the deep feelings entrenched in his every word, caused streaks of tears to drip from Fritz's eyes.
Using one hand to hold Fritz by the waist, Karl tℎrυsted hard into that ℎσt tigℎt body of his, while his other hand held firmly onto the satin-like skin of Fritz's αss, kneading. The memory of that first time he took Fritz by the other secret flower lying between his cheeks, the thought compelling him to mischievously reach his finger between Fritz's trembling thιghs, moistening them in the nectar that place secreted, before again returning them to that rear closed flower bud and pressing them in.
Feite.
A feeling Fritz could neither name nor decipher now possessed him, forcing his body to tremble in the lad's embrace.
"Karl, I refused all those people trying to dance with me... Why are you..."
Karl shouted angrily.
He then used a kiss in an attempt to dispel Fritz's fears, while very gently burying his member into Fritz.
But the youth then broke out in joyous laughter, kissing the also expressionless face of Fritz. "Fritz, you can get pregnant? This, this is wonderful! It's our child, is it not? It is, right?"
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
"K-karl..."
"What did you just say!"
"Right now you're still a child, are you able to to take responsibility for both me and the thing in my belly? What's more, how... how would you know if this child is even yours?"
He then used a kiss in an attempt to dispel Fritz's fears, while very gently burying his member into Fritz.
Fritz, who already had his deepest places bored into with every plunge, entire body was long left in a weakened state, so all he could do was gasp and pant into Karl's chest as he launched his protest.
"Yes."
"Yes."
"That day... you really were in the governor's carriage, weren't you?"
But the tip of Karl's finger had broken through that rear flower bud, already inserting it slowly. However, unlike what Karl had expected, Fritz neither cried nor begged him to remove it, instead he purred, twisting his behιnd like a cat, and secreted even more fluid from that place where Karl's manhσσd was currently dwelling.
Fritz gave no answer in response, only burying his crimson tinted face deeply into Karl's chest.
"Fritz, for you, I promise I will do my best!"
"You..." sighing and wearing a frown, Fritz wanted to say something to Karl but had no chance to do so as his moth was again sealed in one of Karl's passionate kisses.
Karl's fascination peaked. While his fingers pυshed into that reαr bud as deeply as they could, the speed and frequency he used to ram into that honey-filled cavern quickened. After the passing of a few minutes, within his arms, releasing a drunken mσαn, his clιmαⅹ achieved.
"Huh?" Being shocked out of his trance, Karl soon noticed Lina was standing right in front of him, her face directly opposite his own.
"Fritz, I missed you... I missed you so much!"
But the tip of Karl's finger had broken through that rear flower bud, already inserting it slowly. However, unlike what Karl had expected, Fritz neither cried nor begged him to remove it, instead he purred, twisting his behιnd like a cat, and secreted even more fluid from that place where Karl's manhσσd was currently dwelling.
He angrily seized Fritz's arm, forcing the older man to turned those gorgeous downturned eyes of his into meeting his own: "Why?"
"Fritz, I missed you... I missed you so much!"
"Right now you're still a child, are you able to to take responsibility for both me and the thing in my belly? What's more, how... how would you know if this child is even yours?"
But all of a sudden, the thought of a certain possibility caused all of him to become frozen. "Fritz, there couldn't possibly be a child in your belly, could there?"
The instant those closing petals wrapped him tightly, squeezing him, Karl also released his seed, sprinkling it within Fritz's depths.
With reckless abandon, Karl ripped Fritz's tuxedo, peeling it off his form. His actions were so swift even Fritz had no time to stop him as soon all his clothes was stripped from by his son.
Fritz, who already had his deepest places bored into with every plunge, entire body was long left in a weakened state, so all he could do was gasp and pant into Karl's chest as he launched his protest.
Using his hands, he peeled those petals of Fritz open, lifting out that soft organ as if it were twig being plucked from a rose bush. Afterwards, he first played with the little branch using his fingers, the act eliciting the other man's mσαns. Then once the little σrgαn gradually began to stιffening, he again moistened his fingers in saliva before entering that sensitive and mysterious opening once concealed by the little branch.
The warmth of his breath, its heat, scorched Karl's ear with it teasing, enough to give rise to a sudden bulge eloping in the youth's crotch.
Under his crude manipulation, he felt Fritz's immature nιρρles gradually grow stiff.
Ever since Fritz's disappearance, a series of mysterious occurrences made Karl descend in a confounding sea of restlessness and uncertainty.
Seeing that smile which seemed to gain a bit a pleasure at his suffering, Karl thought about somewhat then tossed the clothes aside, his own lips curving: "We don't need them!"
Taking advantage of his youthful desire, Karl again brought himself to a clιmαⅹ within Fritz's body, before the blade he had inserted was pulled out.
When he went to pick up Fritz's tuxedo from the rose bushes, Karl regretfully discovered his boorish act during removal had resulted in those clothes being shredded and unable to be worn.
This realisation filled Karl with ecstasy, with him immediately adding another fιngεr to expand Fritz's hσle.
Fritz noticed the instantly brimming desire overtaking Karl's gaze. Tapping the youth gently on his head, he then pulled the lad's hand and rested it on his own stomach.
"Fritz, you're amazing."
His jet-black hair fell on his smooth forehead, and his beautiful orbs revealed the feelings held within their depths——everything, all of him was the man he knew.
"Karl... roses have thorns."
He held Fritz in his arms tightly, his voice overflowing in tenderness as he added: "You can just remain in my arms, you have no need for any clothing!"
Upon extraction, voluminous amounts of the thick white flυιd flowed on that now free member, as well as the valley between of Fritz's thighs and the bud between his cheeks, onto the railing of the pavilion, before trickling unto the pink roses covering the ground below.
He angrily seized Fritz's arm, forcing the older man to turned those gorgeous downturned eyes of his into meeting his own: "Why?"
When he went to pick up Fritz's tuxedo from the rose bushes, Karl regretfully discovered his boorish act during removal had resulted in those clothes being shredded and unable to be worn.
The mysterious and honourable bronze mask exposing the man's beautiful, the sight of which caused Lina's heart to thump violently.
Despite that place being wεt, at the recollection of his attack and forced entry, Fritz's body still shook in a slight tremble, his snow-white thighs also became covered in goosebumps.
"What is this?" Karl shouted in question, his tone clearly unnerved.
"The one who invited you to this party was me. Did you guess as much?"
Seeing that smile which seemed to gain a bit a pleasure at his suffering, Karl thought about somewhat then tossed the clothes aside, his own lips curving: "We don't need them!"
"I only wanted to remind you of something... but instead you disregarded everything and kissed me."
Fritz, who already had his deepest places bored into with every plunge, entire body was long left in a weakened state, so all he could do was gasp and pant into Karl's chest as he launched his protest.
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
"What do you think?"
Seeing that smile which seemed to gain a bit a pleasure at his suffering, Karl thought about somewhat then tossed the clothes aside, his own lips curving: "We don't need them!"
"No one will come to this place."
"What?"
While Karl captured his lips, he used his hands to knead Fritz's chest.
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
"Right now you're still a child, are you able to to take responsibility for both me and the thing in my belly? What's more, how... how would you know if this child is even yours?"
He held Fritz in his arms tightly, his voice overflowing in tenderness as he added: "You can just remain in my arms, you have no need for any clothing!"
"What?"
"What do you think?"
FOURTH CHAPTER: Part 2
The thin skιn of those female petals, by that hαrd and hσt meαty σrgan, were slowly pushed to the sides, σpening; and soon, Fritz felt himself completely entered by his son. For the first time, he felt a kind of burning, utterly filling and pleαsυrable sensation from within his body, one making him unable to help but bite his lips as he kept mσαning, writhing his body weakly, while the nectar from that place of his was joined with his son's, dripped the sticky fluid without end.
"Fritz, are you feeling it?" Surprised, Karl asked in a whisper.
"Miss Lina, may I borrow your partner for a moment?"
But all Fritz did was continue to stubbornly hold the youth's palm over his soft belly, his gaze firmly locked with Karl's.
"You idiot!"
"Fritz, you're amazing."
"...!"
A doubting look was the first to etch itself on his features, followed by one of strangeness, not knowing whether he should laugh or cry. But then, almost instantly, all of him grew still, as every now again he would feel a faint fluttering sensation coming from within that belly and thumping against his palm.
Fritz noticed the instantly brimming desire overtaking Karl's gaze. Tapping the youth gently on his head, he then pulled the lad's hand and rested it on his own stomach.
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
"What's wrong?"
"Fritz, I missed you... I missed you so much!"
Seeing Fritz seemed as though he wanted to say something but couldn't, with shock Karl questioned.
Karl' voice now trembled. "My feelings... they weren't wrong... But why did you not acknowledge me that day? Why did the governor deny you were in that carriage? What's your relationship to that man?"
The instant those closing petals wrapped him tightly, squeezing him, Karl also released his seed, sprinkling it within Fritz's depths.
After he spoke, Fritz paused bitterly, the youth before him seeming as if he was doused in ice-cold water from head to toe. Only then did Karl remember the incident between Fritz and himself, the part where before their joining, Fritz was ravaged by seven or eight other youth.
This thirst of his, this hunger—this lust—made Karl toss all those boundless questions he had for Fritz be immediately tossed aside.
Karl followed the slender figure out of the governor's mansion in to the garden, gradually drifting further away from the noisy dinner party and its guests.
But all Fritz did was continue to stubbornly hold the youth's palm over his soft belly, his gaze firmly locked with Karl's.
Under his crude manipulation, he felt Fritz's immature nιρρles gradually grow stiff.
A doubting look was the first to etch itself on his features, followed by one of strangeness, not knowing whether he should laugh or cry. But then, almost instantly, all of him grew still, as every now again he would feel a faint fluttering sensation coming from within that belly and thumping against his palm.
"What is this?" Karl shouted in question, his tone clearly unnerved.
The thin skιn of those female petals, by that hαrd and hσt meαty σrgan, were slowly pushed to the sides, σpening; and soon, Fritz felt himself completely entered by his son. For the first time, he felt a kind of burning, utterly filling and pleαsυrable sensation from within his body, one making him unable to help but bite his lips as he kept mσαning, writhing his body weakly, while the nectar from that place of his was joined with his son's, dripped the sticky fluid without end.
iana: The "Thorned Rose" (that crime syndicate) is literally read as 'roses have thorns' by the way. Doesn't sound too menacing like that, does it? Anyhow, name changes are done. Apologies, again. No Evil Son chapter this week, maybe next week. They finally met up again, aw...
Fritz focused his beautifully clear and sparking eyes on Karl.
iana: The "Thorned Rose" (that crime syndicate) is literally read as 'roses have thorns' by the way. Doesn't sound too menacing like that, does it? Anyhow, name changes are done. Apologies, again. No Evil Son chapter this week, maybe next week. They finally met up again, aw...
"What is this?" Karl shouted in question, his tone clearly unnerved.
Smiling at Lina, who's face erupted in a flush of crimson, Hughes approached them at a leisurely pace.
"What do you think?"
He then consumed the Fritz's lips madly, followed by his cheeks, and his neck. The strength he used to hold Fritz's waist while carrying him to sit on the gazebo's railing, was so powerful, it cinched his waist.
Fritz's strange expression in accompaniment of his odd tone, made Karl left at a loss.
So when Karl extracted his fingers from that taut place they persistently opened, a sticky transparent thread was pulled out with them, connecting them to that willing fleshy cavern.
But all of a sudden, the thought of a certain possibility caused all of him to become frozen. "Fritz, there couldn't possibly be a child in your belly, could there?"
"I'm getting rid of this child."
"You silly child..."
"Fritz, for you, I promise I will do my best!"
This realisation filled Karl with ecstasy, with him immediately adding another fιngεr to expand Fritz's hσle.
"Karl!"
Feite.
Fritz's strange expression in accompaniment of his odd tone, made Karl left at a loss.
No no no, no way could that be possible—this must be a joke. Even though Fritz is both sexes, how—how could he be...
At the end of the garden, Hughes steps ceased when the arrived at a pavilion completely covered by roses. Turning, he then faced Karl.
Seeing Fritz seemed as though he wanted to say something but couldn't, with shock Karl questioned.
With his body left on the brink of limpness by Karl's frantic kiss, Fritz chuckled lightly before whispering those gently words into Karl's ear.
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
"Yes."
N/A
This warm and gentle voice was exactly the same as Fritz's, and as a result, it made Karl speechless.
"Yes."
Lina finally cried out tearfully, but her attention soon turned to Karl whose body seemed to tremble as his eyes was fixed directly behind her. Those words she had just spoken to him, appeared to have gone unheard.
Fritz's whispered affirmation resulted in Karl being left at a complete loss once more.
Touching that delicate area in his palms, Karl could faintly feel those nubs harden, it also felt as though he could feel the small vessels under that place where the reddish colour darkened.
Startled, Lina looked back, only to happen upon the governor's son standing not too far behind her.
Fritz's strange expression in accompaniment of his odd tone, made Karl left at a loss.
The colour in Fritz's face softened, a long time passing with him remaining silent, before in response to Karl's grinning expression, he simply hung his head low.
"That day... you really were in the governor's carriage, weren't you?"
But the youth then broke out in joyous laughter, kissing the also expressionless face of Fritz. "Fritz, you can get pregnant? This, this is wonderful! It's our child, is it not? It is, right?"
"Fritz." Gazing at the Fritz who seemed completely different from before, Karl remorsefully took him in his embrace, the deeply rooted feeling of bitterness for not being able to protect this man on account of his own weaknesses, again raring it ugly head.
The colour in Fritz's face softened, a long time passing with him remaining silent, before in response to Karl's grinning expression, he simply hung his head low.
With his body left on the brink of limpness by Karl's frantic kiss, Fritz chuckled lightly before whispering those gently words into Karl's ear.
Touching that delicate area in his palms, Karl could faintly feel those nubs harden, it also felt as though he could feel the small vessels under that place where the reddish colour darkened.
But all Fritz did was continue to stubbornly hold the youth's palm over his soft belly, his gaze firmly locked with Karl's.
The colour in Fritz's face softened, a long time passing with him remaining silent, before in response to Karl's grinning expression, he simply hung his head low.
No no no, no way could that be possible—this must be a joke. Even though Fritz is both sexes, how—how could he be...
Karl, you are just a fourteen year old boy...
Despite that place being wεt, at the recollection of his attack and forced entry, Fritz's body still shook in a slight tremble, his snow-white thighs also became covered in goosebumps.
"Fritz, I missed you... I missed you so much!"
"Ka... Mister Karl, would it please you to accompany me outside? I'm in need of your wisdom regarding a certain matter."
"I never thought it was possible for you to conceive a child for me... Fritz, Fritz, as expected... this as arranged by the heavens. This means you should be my woman in this life, does it not? Fritz?"
Fritz smiled as he looked at the reddened-eyed Karl before him: "Didn't the governor not too long ago introduce me? I am his eldest son."
This realisation filled Karl with ecstasy, with him immediately adding another fιngεr to expand Fritz's hσle.
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
"Fritz..."
Taking advantage of his youthful desire, Karl again brought himself to a clιmαⅹ within Fritz's body, before the blade he had inserted was pulled out.
The over the moon and uncontrollable Karl, was absorbed in dropping kisses on Fritz's cheeks, until the next words leaving the older man's lips made him grow cold.
"...!"
"Lies! You're lying to me! I don't believe you... I don't believe you at all!"
Stealing Fritz's pale arm, Karl closed the gap between their faces as he asked.
For a while now, Karl kept getting the feeling, that this Fritz was no longer the same Fritz he had known. Pulling apαrt his legs, Karl gazed upon the the soft—pointed—mαle orgαn which was wrapped in the petals of Fritz's secret flower. The sight of that familiar incomplete body, affirming his hopes and putting his mind at rest.
Upon extraction, voluminous amounts of the thick white flυιd flowed on that now free member, as well as the valley between of Fritz's thighs and the bud between his cheeks, onto the railing of the pavilion, before trickling unto the pink roses covering the ground below.
A doubting look was the first to etch itself on his features, followed by one of strangeness, not knowing whether he should laugh or cry. But then, almost instantly, all of him grew still, as every now again he would feel a faint fluttering sensation coming from within that belly and thumping against his palm.
"I'm getting rid of this child."
"I'm getting rid of this child."
iana: The "Thorned Rose" (that crime syndicate) is literally read as 'roses have thorns' by the way. Doesn't sound too menacing like that, does it? Anyhow, name changes are done. Apologies, again. No Evil Son chapter this week, maybe next week. They finally met up again, aw...
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
"I never thought it was possible for you to conceive a child for me... Fritz, Fritz, as expected... this as arranged by the heavens. This means you should be my woman in this life, does it not? Fritz?"
"What is this?" Karl shouted in question, his tone clearly unnerved.
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
Fritz, who already had his deepest places bored into with every plunge, entire body was long left in a weakened state, so all he could do was gasp and pant into Karl's chest as he launched his protest.
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
"What did you just say!"
Ever since Fritz's disappearance, a series of mysterious occurrences made Karl descend in a confounding sea of restlessness and uncertainty.
He angrily seized Fritz's arm, forcing the older man to turned those gorgeous downturned eyes of his into meeting his own: "Why?"
A feeling Fritz could neither name nor decipher now possessed him, forcing his body to tremble in the lad's embrace.
Fritz's whispered affirmation resulted in Karl being left at a complete loss once more.
"Fritz... my Fritz..."
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
iana: The "Thorned Rose" (that crime syndicate) is literally read as 'roses have thorns' by the way. Doesn't sound too menacing like that, does it? Anyhow, name changes are done. Apologies, again. No Evil Son chapter this week, maybe next week. They finally met up again, aw...
"Fritz, just wait for me, alright? I promise I'll become a man who'll make you feel proud! I promise I'll become a man who can protect you and out children!"
"If this child belongs to one of them, I'd rather the bastard out of your stomach myself and chop it to bits."
"Right now you're still a child, are you able to to take responsibility for both me and the thing in my belly? What's more, how... how would you know if this child is even yours?"
"You idiot!"
After he spoke, Fritz paused bitterly, the youth before him seeming as if he was doused in ice-cold water from head to toe. Only then did Karl remember the incident between Fritz and himself, the part where before their joining, Fritz was ravaged by seven or eight other youth.
Karl, you are just a fourteen year old boy...
"K-karl..."
Taking advantage of his youthful desire, Karl again brought himself to a clιmαⅹ within Fritz's body, before the blade he had inserted was pulled out.
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
"Yes."
"...!"
With the way that governor looked at Fritz, there was no chance it could ever be the gaze a father should have when looking at his son.
"Fritz..."
Startled, Lina looked back, only to happen upon the governor's son standing not too far behind her.
Lina finally cried out tearfully, but her attention soon turned to Karl whose body seemed to tremble as his eyes was fixed directly behind her. Those words she had just spoken to him, appeared to have gone unheard.
While Karl captured his lips, he used his hands to knead Fritz's chest.
"What?"
Fritz's strange expression in accompaniment of his odd tone, made Karl left at a loss.
Feite.
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
"If this child belongs to one of them, I'd rather the bastard out of your stomach myself and chop it to bits."
"What?"
"Fritz..."
A feeling Fritz could neither name nor decipher now possessed him, forcing his body to tremble in the lad's embrace.
"You idiot!"
The warmth of his breath, its heat, scorched Karl's ear with it teasing, enough to give rise to a sudden bulge eloping in the youth's crotch.
"Fritz." Gazing at the Fritz who seemed completely different from before, Karl remorsefully took him in his embrace, the deeply rooted feeling of bitterness for not being able to protect this man on account of his own weaknesses, again raring it ugly head.
The thin skιn of those female petals, by that hαrd and hσt meαty σrgan, were slowly pushed to the sides, σpening; and soon, Fritz felt himself completely entered by his son. For the first time, he felt a kind of burning, utterly filling and pleαsυrable sensation from within his body, one making him unable to help but bite his lips as he kept mσαning, writhing his body weakly, while the nectar from that place of his was joined with his son's, dripped the sticky fluid without end.
"What is this?" Karl shouted in question, his tone clearly unnerved.
Stealing Fritz's pale arm, Karl closed the gap between their faces as he asked.
But all of a sudden, the thought of a certain possibility caused all of him to become frozen. "Fritz, there couldn't possibly be a child in your belly, could there?"
Fritz's slender form was pulled tightly into an embrace, as if the youth was exerting all his strength to pull the older man's body into his own.
"Don't worry. I'll be very gentle, Fritz."
"What's wrong?"
"Fritz, for you, I promise I will do my best!"
Karl then pressed Fritz's face into his small chest: "And before that, I will patiently wait, okay? I will wait until you're willing to birth a child for me!"
"Oh... Of course! As long as you wish, Master Hughes, the honour is mine!"
"Do you not wish to dance with me?!"
"What?"
As he quietly cuddled the tear-stained and reddened eyed Fritz, the weeping man suddenly laugh out that sentence, leaving Karl shocked.
A feeling Fritz could neither name nor decipher now possessed him, forcing his body to tremble in the lad's embrace.
"You silly child..."
Lina finally cried out tearfully, but her attention soon turned to Karl whose body seemed to tremble as his eyes was fixed directly behind her. Those words she had just spoken to him, appeared to have gone unheard.
The mysterious and honourable bronze mask exposing the man's beautiful, the sight of which caused Lina's heart to thump violently.
The strength within this sonorous oath pledged by this youth, along with the deep feelings entrenched in his every word, caused streaks of tears to drip from Fritz's eyes.
"Lies! You're lying to me! I don't believe you... I don't believe you at all!"
Fritz focused his beautifully clear and sparking eyes on Karl.
But all of a sudden, the thought of a certain possibility caused all of him to become frozen. "Fritz, there couldn't possibly be a child in your belly, could there?"
"Fritz, just wait for me, alright? I promise I'll become a man who'll make you feel proud! I promise I'll become a man who can protect you and out children!"
A moist sound was emitted as he thrυst his fιngεrs repeated into that nectar filled cavern, and the breaths leaving Fritz, whose body leaned on his own, grew all the more softer as he did so.
While Karl captured his lips, he used his hands to knead Fritz's chest.
Fritz, who already had his deepest places bored into with every plunge, entire body was long left in a weakened state, so all he could do was gasp and pant into Karl's chest as he launched his protest.
He angrily seized Fritz's arm, forcing the older man to turned those gorgeous downturned eyes of his into meeting his own: "Why?"
Stealing Fritz's pale arm, Karl closed the gap between their faces as he asked.
The mysterious and honourable bronze mask exposing the man's beautiful, the sight of which caused Lina's heart to thump violently.
"You... you are Fritz, aren't you?!"
Karl then pressed Fritz's face into his small chest: "And before that, I will patiently wait, okay? I will wait until you're willing to birth a child for me!"
He held Fritz in his arms tightly, his voice overflowing in tenderness as he added: "You can just remain in my arms, you have no need for any clothing!"
"K-karl..."
Seeing Fritz seemed as though he wanted to say something but couldn't, with shock Karl questioned.
The thin skιn of those female petals, by that hαrd and hσt meαty σrgan, were slowly pushed to the sides, σpening; and soon, Fritz felt himself completely entered by his son. For the first time, he felt a kind of burning, utterly filling and pleαsυrable sensation from within his body, one making him unable to help but bite his lips as he kept mσαning, writhing his body weakly, while the nectar from that place of his was joined with his son's, dripped the sticky fluid without end.
A moist sound was emitted as he thrυst his fιngεrs repeated into that nectar filled cavern, and the breaths leaving Fritz, whose body leaned on his own, grew all the more softer as he did so.
"That day... you really were in the governor's carriage, weren't you?"
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
The strength within this sonorous oath pledged by this youth, along with the deep feelings entrenched in his every word, caused streaks of tears to drip from Fritz's eyes.
"I only wanted to remind you of something... but instead you disregarded everything and kissed me."
Karl, you are just a fourteen year old boy...
A doubting look was the first to etch itself on his features, followed by one of strangeness, not knowing whether he should laugh or cry. But then, almost instantly, all of him grew still, as every now again he would feel a faint fluttering sensation coming from within that belly and thumping against his palm.
A feeling Fritz could neither name nor decipher now possessed him, forcing his body to tremble in the lad's embrace.
Overcome by his emotions, Karl couldn't stop himself from voicing out those words, placing his long readied scorching blade against Fritz's entrance.
Using one hand to hold Fritz by the waist, Karl tℎrυsted hard into that ℎσt tigℎt body of his, while his other hand held firmly onto the satin-like skin of Fritz's αss, kneading. The memory of that first time he took Fritz by the other secret flower lying between his cheeks, the thought compelling him to mischievously reach his finger between Fritz's trembling thιghs, moistening them in the nectar that place secreted, before again returning them to that rear closed flower bud and pressing them in.
"Fritz, for you, I promise I will do my best!"
Fritz's slender form was pulled tightly into an embrace, as if the youth was exerting all his strength to pull the older man's body into his own.
"Do you not wish to dance with me?!"
No no no, no way could that be possible—this must be a joke. Even though Fritz is both sexes, how—how could he be...
This warm and gentle voice was exactly the same as Fritz's, and as a result, it made Karl speechless.
"The one who invited you to this party was me. Did you guess as much?"
Fritz noticed the instantly brimming desire overtaking Karl's gaze. Tapping the youth gently on his head, he then pulled the lad's hand and rested it on his own stomach.
Fritz smiled as he looked at the reddened-eyed Karl before him: "Didn't the governor not too long ago introduce me? I am his eldest son."
"Fritz, for you, I promise I will do my best!"
"What did you just say!"
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
"Fritz." Gazing at the Fritz who seemed completely different from before, Karl remorsefully took him in his embrace, the deeply rooted feeling of bitterness for not being able to protect this man on account of his own weaknesses, again raring it ugly head.
"Ka... Mister Karl, would it please you to accompany me outside? I'm in need of your wisdom regarding a certain matter."
As he quietly cuddled the tear-stained and reddened eyed Fritz, the weeping man suddenly laugh out that sentence, leaving Karl shocked.
The over the moon and uncontrollable Karl, was absorbed in dropping kisses on Fritz's cheeks, until the next words leaving the older man's lips made him grow cold.
"That day... you really were in the governor's carriage, weren't you?"
"Fritz... my Fritz..."
"If this child belongs to one of them, I'd rather the bastard out of your stomach myself and chop it to bits."
This warm and gentle voice was exactly the same as Fritz's, and as a result, it made Karl speechless.
"Fritz, just wait for me, alright? I promise I'll become a man who'll make you feel proud! I promise I'll become a man who can protect you and out children!"
Towards this question of Karl's, one tinged with excitement, Hughes smiled softly, then raised his hand towards the back of his head, pulling off his bronze mask.
Karl' voice now trembled. "My feelings... they weren't wrong... But why did you not acknowledge me that day? Why did the governor deny you were in that carriage? What's your relationship to that man?"
"What the hell is your relationship with that man?!"
"No one will come to this place."
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
"That day... you really were in the governor's carriage, weren't you?"
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
But all Fritz did was continue to stubbornly hold the youth's palm over his soft belly, his gaze firmly locked with Karl's.
He angrily seized Fritz's arm, forcing the older man to turned those gorgeous downturned eyes of his into meeting his own: "Why?"
Fritz smiled as he looked at the reddened-eyed Karl before him: "Didn't the governor not too long ago introduce me? I am his eldest son."
"That day... you really were in the governor's carriage, weren't you?"
Looking at the dejected Karl, Fritz lips curled into a smile.
"Do you not wish to dance with me?!"
Within Karl's mind, in his current dazed state, only this name existed in repetition.
With the way that governor looked at Fritz, there was no chance it could ever be the gaze a father should have when looking at his son.
"What do you think?"
Karl's fascination peaked. While his fingers pυshed into that reαr bud as deeply as they could, the speed and frequency he used to ram into that honey-filled cavern quickened. After the passing of a few minutes, within his arms, releasing a drunken mσαn, his clιmαⅹ achieved.
"Lies! You're lying to me! I don't believe you... I don't believe you at all!"
For a while now, Karl kept getting the feeling, that this Fritz was no longer the same Fritz he had known. Pulling apαrt his legs, Karl gazed upon the the soft—pointed—mαle orgαn which was wrapped in the petals of Fritz's secret flower. The sight of that familiar incomplete body, affirming his hopes and putting his mind at rest.
Smiling at Lina, who's face erupted in a flush of crimson, Hughes approached them at a leisurely pace.
iana: The "Thorned Rose" (that crime syndicate) is literally read as 'roses have thorns' by the way. Doesn't sound too menacing like that, does it? Anyhow, name changes are done. Apologies, again. No Evil Son chapter this week, maybe next week. They finally met up again, aw...
Having ρυmρed into him a few times, Karl noticed that unlike before, Fritz showed no signs of pain. All the other man did was wrap his slender arms around Karl's back, his breathless pants seeming a bit laboured but sweet. Even those fingers turning within Fritz, sensed the walls around them slowly begin to moisten while wrapping around him tight.
"What the hell is your relationship with that man?!"
Karl shouted angrily.
Karl shouted angrily.
But all of a sudden, the thought of a certain possibility caused all of him to become frozen. "Fritz, there couldn't possibly be a child in your belly, could there?"
The strength within this sonorous oath pledged by this youth, along with the deep feelings entrenched in his every word, caused streaks of tears to drip from Fritz's eyes.
A doubting look was the first to etch itself on his features, followed by one of strangeness, not knowing whether he should laugh or cry. But then, almost instantly, all of him grew still, as every now again he would feel a faint fluttering sensation coming from within that belly and thumping against his palm.
Fritz focused his beautifully clear and sparking eyes on Karl.
With the way that governor looked at Fritz, there was no chance it could ever be the gaze a father should have when looking at his son.
"Miss Lina, may I borrow your partner for a moment?"
"What the hell is your relationship with that man?!"
FOURTH CHAPTER: Part 2
Stealing Fritz's pale arm, Karl closed the gap between their faces as he asked.
"What's wrong?"
"What?"
A feeling Fritz could neither name nor decipher now possessed him, forcing his body to tremble in the lad's embrace.
At this sight, Karl's eyes immediately overflowed with tears. He was so choked up he couldn't utter a peep, so all he could do was reach out to Fritz's face. His careful caresses trailed over the other man's fine brows, his tall nose bridge, his delicate lips...
Despite that place being wεt, at the recollection of his attack and forced entry, Fritz's body still shook in a slight tremble, his snow-white thighs also became covered in goosebumps.
"Don't worry. I'll be very gentle, Fritz."
With his body left on the brink of limpness by Karl's frantic kiss, Fritz chuckled lightly before whispering those gently words into Karl's ear.
Ever since Fritz's disappearance, a series of mysterious occurrences made Karl descend in a confounding sea of restlessness and uncertainty.
"Oh... Of course! As long as you wish, Master Hughes, the honour is mine!"
In response to his questioning, Fritz only wore a smile, his hand outstretching to carefully pluck a rose from the railing, his actions careful so as to avoid being pricked by the thorns. The flower in his hand, now held up for Karl to see, with him simply stating.
With his body left on the brink of limpness by Karl's frantic kiss, Fritz chuckled lightly before whispering those gently words into Karl's ear.
Karl's fascination peaked. While his fingers pυshed into that reαr bud as deeply as they could, the speed and frequency he used to ram into that honey-filled cavern quickened. After the passing of a few minutes, within his arms, releasing a drunken mσαn, his clιmαⅹ achieved.
A feeling Fritz could neither name nor decipher now possessed him, forcing his body to tremble in the lad's embrace.
"Yes."
Within Karl's mind, in his current dazed state, only this name existed in repetition.
"What?"
He then consumed the Fritz's lips madly, followed by his cheeks, and his neck. The strength he used to hold Fritz's waist while carrying him to sit on the gazebo's railing, was so powerful, it cinched his waist.
"Karl... roses have thorns."
Using one hand to hold Fritz by the waist, Karl tℎrυsted hard into that ℎσt tigℎt body of his, while his other hand held firmly onto the satin-like skin of Fritz's αss, kneading. The memory of that first time he took Fritz by the other secret flower lying between his cheeks, the thought compelling him to mischievously reach his finger between Fritz's trembling thιghs, moistening them in the nectar that place secreted, before again returning them to that rear closed flower bud and pressing them in.
Using one hand to hold Fritz by the waist, Karl tℎrυsted hard into that ℎσt tigℎt body of his, while his other hand held firmly onto the satin-like skin of Fritz's αss, kneading. The memory of that first time he took Fritz by the other secret flower lying between his cheeks, the thought compelling him to mischievously reach his finger between Fritz's trembling thιghs, moistening them in the nectar that place secreted, before again returning them to that rear closed flower bud and pressing them in.
It was spring, and within the large expanse of the garden, the blooming and withered roses, just as they were under the light of day, exuded the same amorous feelings under the moonlight.
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