PF: C11
ELEVENTH CHAPTER
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Karl pressed Fritz onto the quilt with a force. Despite knowing full well the older man was shy, he could no longer hold back from running his fingers all over the body of the man below him.
"I..."
This sad and weeping expression on the wicked young leader's face had truly shaken Fritz with fright. So with his tongue tying because of his haste, he quickly tried to clarify. "No! That's not true! Karl... I've always... I missed you so much—"
The male symbol which had now bore its way into Fritz's body, upon its entry, caused that sensitive and pained membrane of Fritz to suddenly convulse, his deepest parts searing as if taken by a flame, as if it wanted to set his body ablaze. It felt like a pillar of fire had entered his narrow passage, his two petals cruelly parted by Karl's large member were already engorged, and from between their joining, upon the quilt below them, white honey fell drip by drip.
Immediately, he was burning with lust, and despite Fritz's opposition and dread, he forced his large searing desire into his father's body.
Karl's hot seeⅾ was then used to iron that shrunken favoured flesh of Fritz, causing the sensitivity of his body to rise to an extreme, as he again could not help himself from tasting another pleasurable high.
That wondrous hermaphroditic body, he first laid eyes on in his youth, had not changed much since those years.
"It was... when I was... still with Sett I... I I kept vomiting... and I was just suspicious at first, but afterwards..."
"I..."
This deliberate intimidation by Karl was done quite naturally.
"...w-w... weakling..."
Indeed... this child born our close relations is indeed especially precocious...
The same was fair and supple skin. The same lean and slim shoulders. Even the same slender waist and perky behind. Only adding to all those years or memories and suffering, no different like oil or a breeze on the fire burning in that lower part of Karl's body, making it grow fiercer.
I can't be soft-hearted, not just yet!
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
He was not the Little Karl from before.
Karl also spoke no words, his fingers only moving to gently caress his father's bare and sweat stained back.
"Tell me, in your heart... who is more important, him or me? Who, Fritz? Who?"
Hugging Fritz from behind, he turned the older man's face towards him, capturing his lips in a dominating kiss, until he drew a moist thread of silver between them, but he gave the other man no time breathe as he again swiftly blocked his lips.
"When did you find out?"
As Karl neared that ever flushing face, in shame, Fritz retreated into his arms, but upon finally realising there was no escape, all he could do was look into the brilliantly shining eyes of his son in a panic.
This sad and weeping expression on the wicked young leader's face had truly shaken Fritz with fright. So with his tongue tying because of his haste, he quickly tried to clarify. "No! That's not true! Karl... I've always... I missed you so much—"
"Why did you leave without telling me?"
"Look at me, Fritz."
As punishment, Karl pinched Fritz's nose, looking on as the older man's pale face suddenly flushed red. His look of instant shyness not at all seeming as a father being interrogated by his son, but more like a wife unknowing of how she should face her husband.
"I will always love you. So... come back with me, come home with me, Fritz."
As punishment, Karl pinched Fritz's nose, looking on as the older man's pale face suddenly flushed red. His look of instant shyness not at all seeming as a father being interrogated by his son, but more like a wife unknowing of how she should face her husband.
This sad and weeping expression on the wicked young leader's face had truly shaken Fritz with fright. So with his tongue tying because of his haste, he quickly tried to clarify. "No! That's not true! Karl... I've always... I missed you so much—"
"Mnn... Mn!"
"What?"
"So if you're going to do it, can you please keep your voices down! Aren't you scared you two will stain my pure mind!"
With every move Karl made, Fritz cried out in pain, his inner walls tightly wrapped Karl's member had already expanded to the maximum limit, filled to the brim with a painful heat. So if Karl began to piston in him right then, he would most certainly be torn open!
Struggling, but unable to say a word, Fritz had no idea how to explain himself. Because I um—
Karl lowered himself to press and seal those bickering lips.
"It is because you found out you were pregnant with my child?"
This sad and weeping expression on the wicked young leader's face had truly shaken Fritz with fright. So with his tongue tying because of his haste, he quickly tried to clarify. "No! That's not true! Karl... I've always... I missed you so much—"
Fritz, you... there is no way you;re not going back with me! In this life, in this world, your fate had been decided that you will be with me! But by Fritz acting so troublesome his body soon burned with desire and all was forgotten. So their fight was one that passed by quick quick.
"I seriously hate you..." Again, Fritz broke into sobs.
Fritz lifted his head in amazement, meeting Karl's piercing gaze, his face again tinting in a flush of burning sunset, prompting him to quickly hide his face. But Karl took hold of him, again urging Fritz's to look deeply into his his own bottomless gaze.
"From since you two started doing it!"
Karl's hot seeⅾ was then used to iron that shrunken favoured flesh of Fritz, causing the sensitivity of his body to rise to an extreme, as he again could not help himself from tasting another pleasurable high.
Finally, after a series of deep ferocious thrυsts that made Fritz believe his son's length would pierce him through, Karl tightened his grip on Fritz's slender waist, then shοt his hοt seeⅾ within him.
"If you tell me the truth, I'll stop."
"...doing...what?"
Fritz's chin was held in place securely, allowing him to no movement at all. So all he could do was shift his line of sight from left to right while nervously biting his lip an refusing to look at Karl directly.
As that thing probed into him bit by bit, Fritz immediately curled his waist in pain. That long dried female flower of his, from since it had been forcefully plucked by his son all those years back, had always remained tightly closed, and had never been touched by another man. So because of this, at having his front end being pεnεtrated to where his brows twisted in pain, in protest, he gripped Karl by the shoulders.
This machine-gun like bombardment of questioning made Fritz dizzy. He really wanted to flee but his son's large and sturdy frame couldn't be moved—especially... that thing, that hardened part propped against his waist, that part which was burning with such a heat it practically seared through the skin of his thigh. What that thing was... even an idiot would be well aware... That little pervert!
Roughly pressing his lips against Fritz's, Karl then took those legs of Fritz split and straddling both sides of his body, pushing them open wider. His eager fingers soon finding their way into that secret place, into its slick warmth, and immediately causing the flames of desire coursing through his entire body to be lit. Karl's manhood was engorged to the point he was about to blow, the fact his actions was just a ploy to get Fritz to speak long forgotten, as that large, heated, rod was now held at the entrance of that nectar lined passage, while Karl held onto Fritz's waist—tight.
"I will always love you. So... come back with me, come home with me, Fritz."
By then, the mon had long risen and midnight had arrived.
They both lay there quietly, until Fritz noticed the softened object inside him was expanding with speed, making his eyes widen in shock, but before he could say a word of refusal, Karl sealed his protesting lips with a kiss.
"...w-w... weakling..."
Like this, how could Karl not love him like crazy?
"P-p... pure..."
"When did you find out?"
The young leader of the underworld wore a happy expression, but he was still peeved. So, on purpose, he hardened his expression and put on a stern face.
Never expecting him, Karl was stared at the boy dumbly.
"I will always love you. So... come back with me, come home with me, Fritz."
The young leader of the underworld wore a happy expression, but he was still peeved. So, on purpose, he hardened his expression and put on a stern face.
But despite how strange it felt, I still can't help but love him.
Karl lowered himself to press and seal those bickering lips.
"No, I... I already have Little Mark..."
"...w-w... weakling..."
Fritz lifted his head in amazement, meeting Karl's piercing gaze, his face again tinting in a flush of burning sunset, prompting him to quickly hide his face. But Karl took hold of him, again urging Fritz's to look deeply into his his own bottomless gaze.
I can't be soft-hearted, not just yet!
"I hate you! ..." I really hate you. (Fritz)
You made me miss you for so many years! You should be punished!
As Karl neared that ever flushing face, in shame, Fritz retreated into his arms, but upon finally realising there was no escape, all he could do was look into the brilliantly shining eyes of his son in a panic.
Looking at that boy, who after he had spoken, acted as if no one else existed as he walked beside Karl to force his way into the room, Karl looked as on the boy called Little Mark also pretending to see as he harshly delivered a kick to his leg. The act causing the still dazed Karl to jump and cry out in pain...
"From since you two started doing it!"
"You were rαping Fritz, weren't you?"
"From since you two started doing it!"
But first, he used his hand to gently nudge his teeth apart, to not allow Fritz to masochistically bite his own lips. After all, the right to make those delicate lips red and swollen belonged to Karl, and Karl alone, so not even his most beloved person would be granted that special privilege!
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
At the same instant, Fritz, too, reached his clιmαx. His body now laying below Karl's unmoving.
. . .
Karl pressed Fritz onto the quilt with a force. Despite knowing full well the older man was shy, he could no longer hold back from running his fingers all over the body of the man below him.
"Hey, hey now..." That happily smiling face upon noticing Fritz voice sounded as if he was crying, hugged that squirming man struggling to wiggle out from under his body tightly. "Please... please don't be mad! Please don;t be mad, Fritz! I was only teasing, I swear! I'm sorry, alright? I'm really sorry. If you hate it that much, I won't bully you ever again, I promise!"
As Karl neared that ever flushing face, in shame, Fritz retreated into his arms, but upon finally realising there was no escape, all he could do was look into the brilliantly shining eyes of his son in a panic.
Fritz's chin was held in place securely, allowing him to no movement at all. So all he could do was shift his line of sight from left to right while nervously biting his lip an refusing to look at Karl directly.
As that thing probed into him bit by bit, Fritz immediately curled his waist in pain. That long dried female flower of his, from since it had been forcefully plucked by his son all those years back, had always remained tightly closed, and had never been touched by another man. So because of this, at having his front end being pεnεtrated to where his brows twisted in pain, in protest, he gripped Karl by the shoulders.
But first, he used his hand to gently nudge his teeth apart, to not allow Fritz to masochistically bite his own lips. After all, the right to make those delicate lips red and swollen belonged to Karl, and Karl alone, so not even his most beloved person would be granted that special privilege!
"Just one more time. Don't refuse."
"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you chose to run off secretly n your own?"
"Look at me, Fritz."
"Besides... I don't have the courage to compete with Sett for you. He's... he's so strong and so charming I... Anyhow, I owe him so much I just..."
"Was that the reason? Was it? Was it? Tell me!"
"I seriously hate you..." Again, Fritz broke into sobs.
Fritz lifted his head in amazement, meeting Karl's piercing gaze, his face again tinting in a flush of burning sunset, prompting him to quickly hide his face. But Karl took hold of him, again urging Fritz's to look deeply into his his own bottomless gaze.
Karl pressed Fritz onto the quilt with a force. Despite knowing full well the older man was shy, he could no longer hold back from running his fingers all over the body of the man below him.
This machine-gun like bombardment of questioning made Fritz dizzy. He really wanted to flee but his son's large and sturdy frame couldn't be moved—especially... that thing, that hardened part propped against his waist, that part which was burning with such a heat it practically seared through the skin of his thigh. What that thing was... even an idiot would be well aware... That little pervert!
So all he could do was weakly be hooked into his son's arms, and follow Karl who again ploughed into his body with unending and outstanding vigour; until Frit, who had been desired countless times, finally lost all strength and fell fast asleep on Karl's chest.
"Just one more time. Don't refuse."
"It hurts..."
By his lips and mouth being deeply captured, he no longer caused any trouble. It was a kiss where only the sweetness of the flesh was known.
Hugging Fritz from behind, he turned the older man's face towards him, capturing his lips in a dominating kiss, until he drew a moist thread of silver between them, but he gave the other man no time breathe as he again swiftly blocked his lips.
Karl couldn't believe it. ...it turned it was like that... so Fritz just...
Looking at that boy, who after he had spoken, acted as if no one else existed as he walked beside Karl to force his way into the room, Karl looked as on the boy called Little Mark also pretending to see as he harshly delivered a kick to his leg. The act causing the still dazed Karl to jump and cry out in pain...
But there was not the slightest bit of room for retreat while under his son's coercion. That youth from back then with the kind yet stubborn face had now matured into a man, one who as handsome as he was stern. Staring at me in such an unrelenting manner is utterly wicked and loathsome!
With the deliverance of those sweet words dripping with honey, Karl placed warm and gentle kisses on Fritz's tear soaked face.
A flush bloomed, and his stiffened body little by little relaxed. When he was unable to endure it any longer, he hooked his hands around Karl's neck, the place sucking in the symbol Karl's male vigour was also completely moist and soft. Now, within that narrow place of his, his heated flesh teasingly tightened around Karl with its instinctive undulation, its secretion of white honey endless, and those long weak legs of its master nevertheless clung tightly around Karl's waist in need.
They both lay there quietly, until Fritz noticed the softened object inside him was expanding with speed, making his eyes widen in shock, but before he could say a word of refusal, Karl sealed his protesting lips with a kiss.
"So..."
"It hurts..."
But despite how strange it felt, I still can't help but love him.
"Was that the reason? Was it? Was it? Tell me!"
Immediately, he was burning with lust, and despite Fritz's opposition and dread, he forced his large searing desire into his father's body.
Fritz's sleeping female petals which had yet to awaken fully, were plucked forcefully by Karl's lust! It was as if a massive lethal weapon was thrust into the furthest depths of his body to stir a wound. And as he cried out in pain, Fritz was held tightly by Karl.
With one tug by Karl's strong arm, Fritz's entire body just about melted into his hot chest. "You still refuse to tell me? Hm?" Fritz was enraptured by those eyes of Karl's filled with mirth and crushed by his large body as if hos bones would break. "If you don't tell me, I'll make you weep!"
The same was fair and supple skin. The same lean and slim shoulders. Even the same slender waist and perky behind. Only adding to all those years or memories and suffering, no different like oil or a breeze on the fire burning in that lower part of Karl's body, making it grow fiercer.
This deliberate intimidation by Karl was done quite naturally.
"L-Little Mark? Since when have you been standing there?"
As the leader of criminal syndicate, such an intimidation tactic was the norm!
"The truth is... I thought you didn't want me any more... I though you would throw me away. So I thought it would be better if I left on my own... Besides...
"It was um... when um..."
They both lay there quietly, until Fritz noticed the softened object inside him was expanding with speed, making his eyes widen in shock, but before he could say a word of refusal, Karl sealed his protesting lips with a kiss.
But it was truly the first time he had ever used such a ploy against his beloved!
But... I never abandoned my love for you, not you, my Fritz...
He kept himself deeply tucked within Fritz's body, and now supplemented it with foreρlαy. While one hand soothingly caressed Fritz's smooth waist, the other reached down towards his crotch, taking hold of his once risen member which had shrunk once more due to pain.
A laugh sputtering from a handsome face made Fritz's own face immediately flame red in shame and resentment, his hands pounding on his son's chest with force. "You—you're just too much! Seriously too much!"
Roughly pressing his lips against Fritz's, Karl then took those legs of Fritz split and straddling both sides of his body, pushing them open wider. His eager fingers soon finding their way into that secret place, into its slick warmth, and immediately causing the flames of desire coursing through his entire body to be lit. Karl's manhood was engorged to the point he was about to blow, the fact his actions was just a ploy to get Fritz to speak long forgotten, as that large, heated, rod was now held at the entrance of that nectar lined passage, while Karl held onto Fritz's waist—tight.
"You're not allowed to address me! Who ave you permission to call me by my name? I'm your elder!"
"Because what? Tell me! ...don't try to evade the question!"
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
As that thing probed into him bit by bit, Fritz immediately curled his waist in pain. That long dried female flower of his, from since it had been forcefully plucked by his son all those years back, had always remained tightly closed, and had never been touched by another man. So because of this, at having his front end being pεnεtrated to where his brows twisted in pain, in protest, he gripped Karl by the shoulders.
Karl's hot seeⅾ was then used to iron that shrunken favoured flesh of Fritz, causing the sensitivity of his body to rise to an extreme, as he again could not help himself from tasting another pleasurable high.
"N-no... don't!"
Yes... yes." Karl said guiltily.
"Why?"
You made me miss you for so many years! You should be punished!
"If you tell me the truth, I'll stop."
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
"If you tell me the truth, I'll stop."
As the leader of criminal syndicate, such an intimidation tactic was the norm!
"What do you mean you can't! I knew it... Fritz... you're too much. How could you not want me..."
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
Heaven knows what sort of willpower it took for me to not just thrυst into Fritz with all my might! But... the person under me was truly scared and trebling, even the narrow petals being firmly wrapped around the head of my scorching length quivered like a virgin's. But... the thought of that place inside most assuredly still being be dry and tight also served as proof I had been his father's only man! And just the mere though of it made the love well within me all the more. So if I plunge forcefully into Fritz's body like this, I will hurt him! But the more I love him, the more I just want to rip him open—to ravage him. So even if you confess everything in a panic...
Finally, after a series of deep ferocious thrυsts that made Fritz believe his son's length would pierce him through, Karl tightened his grip on Fritz's slender waist, then shοt his hοt seeⅾ within him.
But there was not the slightest bit of room for retreat while under his son's coercion. That youth from back then with the kind yet stubborn face had now matured into a man, one who as handsome as he was stern. Staring at me in such an unrelenting manner is utterly wicked and loathsome!
"I seriously hate you..." Again, Fritz broke into sobs.
Heaven knows what sort of willpower it took for me to not just thrυst into Fritz with all my might! But... the person under me was truly scared and trebling, even the narrow petals being firmly wrapped around the head of my scorching length quivered like a virgin's. But... the thought of that place inside most assuredly still being be dry and tight also served as proof I had been his father's only man! And just the mere though of it made the love well within me all the more. So if I plunge forcefully into Fritz's body like this, I will hurt him! But the more I love him, the more I just want to rip him open—to ravage him. So even if you confess everything in a panic...
"Besides... I don't have the courage to compete with Sett for you. He's... he's so strong and so charming I... Anyhow, I owe him so much I just..."
"I... I will... You... you can't come in!"
"Mnn... Mn!"
"When did you find out?"
Karl stared at the man dazed. Why is this man more troublesome than a woman who can make a person's head hurt?
Fritz's face was red to the point it resembled flames, while his voice was as soft as a gnat's. Forced to confess to his son the truth of when he realized he was pregnant, seriously made the introverted him so shy he wanted to crawl into a cave!
As his consciousness gradually drifted away, Fritz weakly whispered: "Mark... Mark is still outside..."
"I seriously hate you..." Again, Fritz broke into sobs.
"And I'm really sorry..." Karl spoke with warmth and tenderness.
"It was um... when um..."
"I love you, baby. I'll always love you, I love you so much."
iana: that's it! I guess it counts as a happy ending. Props for Karl for his harem consisting of his own father and uncle—who are twins! There must be some sort of award for that. Link to Evil son page | Link to Evil Son Chapter 1 | Link to Evil Son Latest Update (chapter 3) Below is a mini fan fiction summary for the after of this story by me! It's a good ways down if you want to avoid it and I linked Evil Son if you want to get that show on the road. I needed to get the idea out of my head so... [][][][][]Anyhow, I got to thinking how awesome it'd be if after Karl brought Fritz back, things went all Hunky-dor for a while—but Sett trips off in a fit of jealousy and pulls a Lina on Fritz. A situation triggered by Karl "seeming" to dote more on Fritz before and after their second kid was born to make up for missing out on his time with Mark. []But, since for Karl: daddy is the favourite, he is so distraught after losing Fritz that he strangles Sett in a blind rage (possibly in front of Mark.) Then, for the sake of his children, he doesn't go join his father-uncle-husbands in the afterlife and dedicates his life to his children instead. []Anyhow, he clearly favours his last child with Fritz, and Little Mark who knows his dad was killed by his younger brother's father (Sett's kid), began treating his first younger brother indifferently while loving his full younger brother (Fritz's second kid) more than anything. This might be on account of Mark having a bit too much in common with Karl in regards to Fritz if you catch my drift. Those father-son lines were never crossed though *cough*[][Now here's where my head cannon goes wonky.] When they get older, Karl hands over the reigns of the Thorned Rose to Mark; and as acting governor, following Sett's untimely passing, his son with Sett takes the reigns. Little Fritz Junior doesn't understand why his brothers seem to hate each other, and loves them both. [][You know what's coming now, right? I mean, we gotta stick to the theme ^v^] Mark thinks something is going on between his youngest brother and Sett's kid, which sets his rage to an all new level of high, given he actually has non-brotherly feelings for his adorable youngest brother. [We're gonna bathe in this dog-blood folks: splish, splash!] []But—Sett's kid doesn't feel anything apart from brotherhood towards his younger brother, in fact, (yeah, you guessed it) he only had eyes for Mark. But because he knows what his father (Sett) did to Fritz, he feels too much guilt to even be jealous of his younger brother, who he also knows is everything in Mark's eye. Blah blah more cliched bullsht... []All in all, the kids carry on the legacy of "keeping it in the family." (Turning the family wreath into a full tumbleweed!) And I didn't put an end (because where's the fun/torture in that?) but I will say that the only one of the brothers inherited the body type of Fritz and Sett. So you can guess how it ultimately ends from that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧[]I was going to delete this before posting, ends are ends at at the end of the day, plus, some might find such things annoying. Then I remembered fk that sht, this is my blog, be annoyed. Crap's better when you share it. That's mostly why I'm translating to begin with. Everything's better when shared:) So love it, hate it, I'll share it.
Karl's ferocious attack made him pant breathlessly, it was as though the man had speared him all the way to his innermost part! Each and every collision pεnεtrating his stomach, reaching all the way to his throat. All of it making Fritz feel as though at any instant he would be tossed from the earth with in haste from the ungodly pleasure.
So all he could do was weakly be hooked into his son's arms, and follow Karl who again ploughed into his body with unending and outstanding vigour; until Frit, who had been desired countless times, finally lost all strength and fell fast asleep on Karl's chest.
The male symbol which had now bore its way into Fritz's body, upon its entry, caused that sensitive and pained membrane of Fritz to suddenly convulse, his deepest parts searing as if taken by a flame, as if it wanted to set his body ablaze. It felt like a pillar of fire had entered his narrow passage, his two petals cruelly parted by Karl's large member were already engorged, and from between their joining, upon the quilt below them, white honey fell drip by drip.
Fritz's face was red to the point it resembled flames, while his voice was as soft as a gnat's. Forced to confess to his son the truth of when he realized he was pregnant, seriously made the introverted him so shy he wanted to crawl into a cave!
He was not the Little Karl from before.
But due to Karl firmly pressing him down on that quilt and having all his limbs entangled with Karl's, he simply couldn't find any place to hide this embarrassment of his!
Oh... that kid's name is Mark, then... But after thinking this, he put on a ferocious face and pressed Fritz's wrist above his head.
"I hate you! ..." I really hate you. (Fritz)
ELEVENTH CHAPTER
Oh... that kid's name is Mark, then... But after thinking this, he put on a ferocious face and pressed Fritz's wrist above his head.
"Fritz..."
"I..."
"I seriously hate you..." Again, Fritz broke into sobs.
"What? I can't hear you."
"Ah... no, I..."
"It was... when I was... still with Sett I... I I kept vomiting... and I was just suspicious at first, but afterwards..."
The eyes before him was those of a young man in his prime. In the arms of the man valiantly holding him in his embrace, Fritz could witness not a shadow of the youth he had known before.
"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you chose to run off secretly n your own?"
"Huh?"
Karl's tone was harsh! Causing Fritz to flinch.
As his consciousness gradually drifted away, Fritz weakly whispered: "Mark... Mark is still outside..."
"Fritz!" Karl was deeply worried.
That wondrous hermaphroditic body, he first laid eyes on in his youth, had not changed much since those years.
With a thoroughly flushed face, Fritz opened his eyes, meeting a gaze from Karl soaked with lust. It caused him to remember his wanton foolish form form not long ago, and filled him with such embarrassment he couldn't utter out a word.
Nonetheless... I do know one thing!
After nimbly pulling on his trousers, he turned off the light, then lazily pulled open the door.
But... I never abandoned my love for you, not you, my Fritz...
"Why?"
Fritz, you... there is no way you;re not going back with me! In this life, in this world, your fate had been decided that you will be with me! But by Fritz acting so troublesome his body soon burned with desire and all was forgotten. So their fight was one that passed by quick quick.
Karl's tone was harsh! Causing Fritz to flinch.
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
"Because..."
As punishment, Karl pinched Fritz's nose, looking on as the older man's pale face suddenly flushed red. His look of instant shyness not at all seeming as a father being interrogated by his son, but more like a wife unknowing of how she should face her husband.
"Because what? Tell me! ...don't try to evade the question!"
"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you chose to run off secretly n your own?"
As Karl neared that ever flushing face, in shame, Fritz retreated into his arms, but upon finally realising there was no escape, all he could do was look into the brilliantly shining eyes of his son in a panic.
"I don't like you..." Fritz sobbed.
"You're not allowed to address me! Who ave you permission to call me by my name? I'm your elder!"
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
So all he could do was weakly be hooked into his son's arms, and follow Karl who again ploughed into his body with unending and outstanding vigour; until Frit, who had been desired countless times, finally lost all strength and fell fast asleep on Karl's chest.
iana: that's it! I guess it counts as a happy ending. Props for Karl for his harem consisting of his own father and uncle—who are twins! There must be some sort of award for that. Link to Evil son page | Link to Evil Son Chapter 1 | Link to Evil Son Latest Update (chapter 3) Below is a mini fan fiction summary for the after of this story by me! It's a good ways down if you want to avoid it and I linked Evil Son if you want to get that show on the road. I needed to get the idea out of my head so... [][][][][]Anyhow, I got to thinking how awesome it'd be if after Karl brought Fritz back, things went all Hunky-dor for a while—but Sett trips off in a fit of jealousy and pulls a Lina on Fritz. A situation triggered by Karl "seeming" to dote more on Fritz before and after their second kid was born to make up for missing out on his time with Mark. []But, since for Karl: daddy is the favourite, he is so distraught after losing Fritz that he strangles Sett in a blind rage (possibly in front of Mark.) Then, for the sake of his children, he doesn't go join his father-uncle-husbands in the afterlife and dedicates his life to his children instead. []Anyhow, he clearly favours his last child with Fritz, and Little Mark who knows his dad was killed by his younger brother's father (Sett's kid), began treating his first younger brother indifferently while loving his full younger brother (Fritz's second kid) more than anything. This might be on account of Mark having a bit too much in common with Karl in regards to Fritz if you catch my drift. Those father-son lines were never crossed though *cough*[][Now here's where my head cannon goes wonky.] When they get older, Karl hands over the reigns of the Thorned Rose to Mark; and as acting governor, following Sett's untimely passing, his son with Sett takes the reigns. Little Fritz Junior doesn't understand why his brothers seem to hate each other, and loves them both. [][You know what's coming now, right? I mean, we gotta stick to the theme ^v^] Mark thinks something is going on between his youngest brother and Sett's kid, which sets his rage to an all new level of high, given he actually has non-brotherly feelings for his adorable youngest brother. [We're gonna bathe in this dog-blood folks: splish, splash!] []But—Sett's kid doesn't feel anything apart from brotherhood towards his younger brother, in fact, (yeah, you guessed it) he only had eyes for Mark. But because he knows what his father (Sett) did to Fritz, he feels too much guilt to even be jealous of his younger brother, who he also knows is everything in Mark's eye. Blah blah more cliched bullsht... []All in all, the kids carry on the legacy of "keeping it in the family." (Turning the family wreath into a full tumbleweed!) And I didn't put an end (because where's the fun/torture in that?) but I will say that the only one of the brothers inherited the body type of Fritz and Sett. So you can guess how it ultimately ends from that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧[]I was going to delete this before posting, ends are ends at at the end of the day, plus, some might find such things annoying. Then I remembered fk that sht, this is my blog, be annoyed. Crap's better when you share it. That's mostly why I'm translating to begin with. Everything's better when shared:) So love it, hate it, I'll share it.
He asked the one trying to evade the question angrily, because he was quite furious, so his tone was harsh, quite harsh! But after he spoke he realised his attitude was a bit too much. Then following it, he saw the tears gather within Fritz's eyes.
"So if you're going to do it, can you please keep your voices down! Aren't you scared you two will stain my pure mind!"
"I..."
"It was um... when um..."
After nimbly pulling on his trousers, he turned off the light, then lazily pulled open the door.
"It was um... when um..."
"Hey, hey now..." That happily smiling face upon noticing Fritz voice sounded as if he was crying, hugged that squirming man struggling to wiggle out from under his body tightly. "Please... please don't be mad! Please don;t be mad, Fritz! I was only teasing, I swear! I'm sorry, alright? I'm really sorry. If you hate it that much, I won't bully you ever again, I promise!"
"So..."
"I... I will... You... you can't come in!"
Karl pressed Fritz onto the quilt with a force. Despite knowing full well the older man was shy, he could no longer hold back from running his fingers all over the body of the man below him.
"What?"
"What? Fritz... don't tell me you're not choosing me because of him? Are you actually planning on abandoning me for that little brat?!"
Karl lowered himself to press and seal those bickering lips.
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
"It wan the day I saw you kiss Sett... the day I also heard you tell him I love you..."
Fritz's sleeping female petals which had yet to awaken fully, were plucked forcefully by Karl's lust! It was as if a massive lethal weapon was thrust into the furthest depths of his body to stir a wound. And as he cried out in pain, Fritz was held tightly by Karl.
"I love you, baby. I'll always love you, I love you so much."
After nimbly pulling on his trousers, he turned off the light, then lazily pulled open the door.
But due to Karl firmly pressing him down on that quilt and having all his limbs entangled with Karl's, he simply couldn't find any place to hide this embarrassment of his!
Indeed... this child born our close relations is indeed especially precocious...
"Huh?"
"Ah— hurts... it hurts..."
"I-I was hiding behind the door... I just wanted to see how Sett was doing..."
At the same instant, Fritz, too, reached his clιmαx. His body now laying below Karl's unmoving.
"It wan the day I saw you kiss Sett... the day I also heard you tell him I love you..."
The tears flowing from Fritz's eyes made all sorts of feelings well up in Karl's heart, he was truly in pain. Haa... how can I explain it? At that time, while facing that beautiful and strong, yet quite unfortunate, Sett, it would be a lie to say I had not wavered! But—
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
"R-r... rαping..."
"So..."
"It hurts..."
The excitement born from not having made love for so long stripped his shyness away, allowing him to desperately cling onto his son's broad shoulders. Karl, seeming to understand the man's intent, also tightened his grip on Fritz's waist, bending the man's legs to his chest until they looked as though they would break as he continued to pressing him down while delivering his ferocious thrυsts—and that place where they had united flowed with the warm decadence without end.
Fritz lifted his head in amazement, meeting Karl's piercing gaze, his face again tinting in a flush of burning sunset, prompting him to quickly hide his face. But Karl took hold of him, again urging Fritz's to look deeply into his his own bottomless gaze.
Karl's tone was harsh! Causing Fritz to flinch.
"I-I was hiding behind the door... I just wanted to see how Sett was doing..."
Karl couldn't believe it. ...it turned it was like that... so Fritz just...
Immediately, he was burning with lust, and despite Fritz's opposition and dread, he forced his large searing desire into his father's body.
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
"Because..."
But it was truly the first time he had ever used such a ploy against his beloved!
Oh... that kid's name is Mark, then... But after thinking this, he put on a ferocious face and pressed Fritz's wrist above his head.
"The truth is... I thought you didn't want me any more... I though you would throw me away. So I thought it would be better if I left on my own... Besides...
iana: that's it! I guess it counts as a happy ending. Props for Karl for his harem consisting of his own father and uncle—who are twins! There must be some sort of award for that. Link to Evil son page | Link to Evil Son Chapter 1 | Link to Evil Son Latest Update (chapter 3) Below is a mini fan fiction summary for the after of this story by me! It's a good ways down if you want to avoid it and I linked Evil Son if you want to get that show on the road. I needed to get the idea out of my head so... [][][][][]Anyhow, I got to thinking how awesome it'd be if after Karl brought Fritz back, things went all Hunky-dor for a while—but Sett trips off in a fit of jealousy and pulls a Lina on Fritz. A situation triggered by Karl "seeming" to dote more on Fritz before and after their second kid was born to make up for missing out on his time with Mark. []But, since for Karl: daddy is the favourite, he is so distraught after losing Fritz that he strangles Sett in a blind rage (possibly in front of Mark.) Then, for the sake of his children, he doesn't go join his father-uncle-husbands in the afterlife and dedicates his life to his children instead. []Anyhow, he clearly favours his last child with Fritz, and Little Mark who knows his dad was killed by his younger brother's father (Sett's kid), began treating his first younger brother indifferently while loving his full younger brother (Fritz's second kid) more than anything. This might be on account of Mark having a bit too much in common with Karl in regards to Fritz if you catch my drift. Those father-son lines were never crossed though *cough*[][Now here's where my head cannon goes wonky.] When they get older, Karl hands over the reigns of the Thorned Rose to Mark; and as acting governor, following Sett's untimely passing, his son with Sett takes the reigns. Little Fritz Junior doesn't understand why his brothers seem to hate each other, and loves them both. [][You know what's coming now, right? I mean, we gotta stick to the theme ^v^] Mark thinks something is going on between his youngest brother and Sett's kid, which sets his rage to an all new level of high, given he actually has non-brotherly feelings for his adorable youngest brother. [We're gonna bathe in this dog-blood folks: splish, splash!] []But—Sett's kid doesn't feel anything apart from brotherhood towards his younger brother, in fact, (yeah, you guessed it) he only had eyes for Mark. But because he knows what his father (Sett) did to Fritz, he feels too much guilt to even be jealous of his younger brother, who he also knows is everything in Mark's eye. Blah blah more cliched bullsht... []All in all, the kids carry on the legacy of "keeping it in the family." (Turning the family wreath into a full tumbleweed!) And I didn't put an end (because where's the fun/torture in that?) but I will say that the only one of the brothers inherited the body type of Fritz and Sett. So you can guess how it ultimately ends from that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧[]I was going to delete this before posting, ends are ends at at the end of the day, plus, some might find such things annoying. Then I remembered fk that sht, this is my blog, be annoyed. Crap's better when you share it. That's mostly why I'm translating to begin with. Everything's better when shared:) So love it, hate it, I'll share it.
Nonetheless... I do know one thing!
"I will always love you. So... come back with me, come home with me, Fritz."
Patiently, he stroked and soothed, and finally, Fritz had gradually regained his excitement.
At the same instant, Fritz, too, reached his clιmαx. His body now laying below Karl's unmoving.
"Besides, what?"
"I... I will... You... you can't come in!"
Using the quilt to wrap Fritz's naked body, Karl then kissed Fritz's lips, now stained in a deep red, and was clearly unwilling to part from him, yet he still climbed out of the bed.
With every move Karl made, Fritz cried out in pain, his inner walls tightly wrapped Karl's member had already expanded to the maximum limit, filled to the brim with a painful heat. So if Karl began to piston in him right then, he would most certainly be torn open!
The eyes before him was those of a young man in his prime. In the arms of the man valiantly holding him in his embrace, Fritz could witness not a shadow of the youth he had known before.
Like this, how could Karl not love him like crazy?
"Why?"
"When did you find out?"
"Besides... I don't have the courage to compete with Sett for you. He's... he's so strong and so charming I... Anyhow, I owe him so much I just..."
"Because..."
"I'm sorry." I really mean it. (Karl)
"Tell me, in your heart... who is more important, him or me? Who, Fritz? Who?"
"Fritz..."
"Because what? Tell me! ...don't try to evade the question!"
"And I'm really sorry..." Karl spoke with warmth and tenderness.
After nimbly pulling on his trousers, he turned off the light, then lazily pulled open the door.
"Fritz..."
"...w-w... weakling..."
ELEVENTH CHAPTER
Using the quilt to wrap Fritz's naked body, Karl then kissed Fritz's lips, now stained in a deep red, and was clearly unwilling to part from him, yet he still climbed out of the bed.
The end. []莎乐美（Salome）
"Tell me, in your heart... who is more important, him or me? Who, Fritz? Who?"
The tears flowing from Fritz's eyes made all sorts of feelings well up in Karl's heart, he was truly in pain. Haa... how can I explain it? At that time, while facing that beautiful and strong, yet quite unfortunate, Sett, it would be a lie to say I had not wavered! But—
"It is because you found out you were pregnant with my child?"
But... I never abandoned my love for you, not you, my Fritz...
"R-r... rαping..."
Never expecting him, Karl was stared at the boy dumbly.
Indeed... this child born our close relations is indeed especially precocious...
"I love you, baby. I'll always love you, I love you so much."
"I'm sorry." I really mean it. (Karl)
"Look at me, Fritz."
As punishment, Karl pinched Fritz's nose, looking on as the older man's pale face suddenly flushed red. His look of instant shyness not at all seeming as a father being interrogated by his son, but more like a wife unknowing of how she should face her husband.
With the deliverance of those sweet words dripping with honey, Karl placed warm and gentle kisses on Fritz's tear soaked face.
Finally, after a series of deep ferocious thrυsts that made Fritz believe his son's length would pierce him through, Karl tightened his grip on Fritz's slender waist, then shοt his hοt seeⅾ within him.
This machine-gun like bombardment of questioning made Fritz dizzy. He really wanted to flee but his son's large and sturdy frame couldn't be moved—especially... that thing, that hardened part propped against his waist, that part which was burning with such a heat it practically seared through the skin of his thigh. What that thing was... even an idiot would be well aware... That little pervert!
"Yes. Why would Fritz even take one look at a guy like you who looks like a limp weakling otherwise!!"
Looking at that boy, who after he had spoken, acted as if no one else existed as he walked beside Karl to force his way into the room, Karl looked as on the boy called Little Mark also pretending to see as he harshly delivered a kick to his leg. The act causing the still dazed Karl to jump and cry out in pain...
The eyes before him was those of a young man in his prime. In the arms of the man valiantly holding him in his embrace, Fritz could witness not a shadow of the youth he had known before.
"The truth is... I thought you didn't want me any more... I though you would throw me away. So I thought it would be better if I left on my own... Besides...
"I-I was hiding behind the door... I just wanted to see how Sett was doing..."
"I will always love you. So... come back with me, come home with me, Fritz."
After nimbly pulling on his trousers, he turned off the light, then lazily pulled open the door.
ELEVENTH CHAPTER
"Ah— hurts... it hurts..."
"Why did you leave without telling me?"
"What do you mean you can't! I knew it... Fritz... you're too much. How could you not want me..."
"No, I... I already have Little Mark..."
Using the quilt to wrap Fritz's naked body, Karl then kissed Fritz's lips, now stained in a deep red, and was clearly unwilling to part from him, yet he still climbed out of the bed.
"When did you find out?"
"If you tell me the truth, I'll stop."
By his lips and mouth being deeply captured, he no longer caused any trouble. It was a kiss where only the sweetness of the flesh was known.
Fritz's too narrow hole also resulted in Karl being unable to move inside him, making him feel quite uncomfortable too. With a brow full of sweat, he lovingly drew his deathly pale father into his arms, unable to bear being the one causing his suffering. He kissed his lips, then lowered to capture the little nub projecting from the man's chest into his mouth.
Oh... that kid's name is Mark, then... But after thinking this, he put on a ferocious face and pressed Fritz's wrist above his head.
"...doing...what?"
"What? Fritz... don't tell me you're not choosing me because of him? Are you actually planning on abandoning me for that little brat?!"
This deliberate intimidation by Karl was done quite naturally.
"Ah... no, I..."
Like this, how could Karl not love him like crazy?
Jumping with fright, Karl then noticed that un-cute son of his was standing outside the door staring at him fiercely.
This machine-gun like bombardment of questioning made Fritz dizzy. He really wanted to flee but his son's large and sturdy frame couldn't be moved—especially... that thing, that hardened part propped against his waist, that part which was burning with such a heat it practically seared through the skin of his thigh. What that thing was... even an idiot would be well aware... That little pervert!
"Tell me, in your heart... who is more important, him or me? Who, Fritz? Who?"
But first, he used his hand to gently nudge his teeth apart, to not allow Fritz to masochistically bite his own lips. After all, the right to make those delicate lips red and swollen belonged to Karl, and Karl alone, so not even his most beloved person would be granted that special privilege!
iana: that's it! I guess it counts as a happy ending. Props for Karl for his harem consisting of his own father and uncle—who are twins! There must be some sort of award for that. Link to Evil son page | Link to Evil Son Chapter 1 | Link to Evil Son Latest Update (chapter 3) Below is a mini fan fiction summary for the after of this story by me! It's a good ways down if you want to avoid it and I linked Evil Son if you want to get that show on the road. I needed to get the idea out of my head so... [][][][][]Anyhow, I got to thinking how awesome it'd be if after Karl brought Fritz back, things went all Hunky-dor for a while—but Sett trips off in a fit of jealousy and pulls a Lina on Fritz. A situation triggered by Karl "seeming" to dote more on Fritz before and after their second kid was born to make up for missing out on his time with Mark. []But, since for Karl: daddy is the favourite, he is so distraught after losing Fritz that he strangles Sett in a blind rage (possibly in front of Mark.) Then, for the sake of his children, he doesn't go join his father-uncle-husbands in the afterlife and dedicates his life to his children instead. []Anyhow, he clearly favours his last child with Fritz, and Little Mark who knows his dad was killed by his younger brother's father (Sett's kid), began treating his first younger brother indifferently while loving his full younger brother (Fritz's second kid) more than anything. This might be on account of Mark having a bit too much in common with Karl in regards to Fritz if you catch my drift. Those father-son lines were never crossed though *cough*[][Now here's where my head cannon goes wonky.] When they get older, Karl hands over the reigns of the Thorned Rose to Mark; and as acting governor, following Sett's untimely passing, his son with Sett takes the reigns. Little Fritz Junior doesn't understand why his brothers seem to hate each other, and loves them both. [][You know what's coming now, right? I mean, we gotta stick to the theme ^v^] Mark thinks something is going on between his youngest brother and Sett's kid, which sets his rage to an all new level of high, given he actually has non-brotherly feelings for his adorable youngest brother. [We're gonna bathe in this dog-blood folks: splish, splash!] []But—Sett's kid doesn't feel anything apart from brotherhood towards his younger brother, in fact, (yeah, you guessed it) he only had eyes for Mark. But because he knows what his father (Sett) did to Fritz, he feels too much guilt to even be jealous of his younger brother, who he also knows is everything in Mark's eye. Blah blah more cliched bullsht... []All in all, the kids carry on the legacy of "keeping it in the family." (Turning the family wreath into a full tumbleweed!) And I didn't put an end (because where's the fun/torture in that?) but I will say that the only one of the brothers inherited the body type of Fritz and Sett. So you can guess how it ultimately ends from that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧[]I was going to delete this before posting, ends are ends at at the end of the day, plus, some might find such things annoying. Then I remembered fk that sht, this is my blog, be annoyed. Crap's better when you share it. That's mostly why I'm translating to begin with. Everything's better when shared:) So love it, hate it, I'll share it.
"It wan the day I saw you kiss Sett... the day I also heard you tell him I love you..."
A flush bloomed, and his stiffened body little by little relaxed. When he was unable to endure it any longer, he hooked his hands around Karl's neck, the place sucking in the symbol Karl's male vigour was also completely moist and soft. Now, within that narrow place of his, his heated flesh teasingly tightened around Karl with its instinctive undulation, its secretion of white honey endless, and those long weak legs of its master nevertheless clung tightly around Karl's waist in need.
"L-Little Mark? Since when have you been standing there?"
"No... I can't. Karl!"
That wondrous hermaphroditic body, he first laid eyes on in his youth, had not changed much since those years.
"R-r... rαping..."
Immediately, he was burning with lust, and despite Fritz's opposition and dread, he forced his large searing desire into his father's body.
"What do you mean you can't! I knew it... Fritz... you're too much. How could you not want me..."
"What? I can't hear you."
This sad and weeping expression on the wicked young leader's face had truly shaken Fritz with fright. So with his tongue tying because of his haste, he quickly tried to clarify. "No! That's not true! Karl... I've always... I missed you so much—"
Hugging Fritz from behind, he turned the older man's face towards him, capturing his lips in a dominating kiss, until he drew a moist thread of silver between them, but he gave the other man no time breathe as he again swiftly blocked his lips.
He asked the one trying to evade the question angrily, because he was quite furious, so his tone was harsh, quite harsh! But after he spoke he realised his attitude was a bit too much. Then following it, he saw the tears gather within Fritz's eyes.
Karl's tone was harsh! Causing Fritz to flinch.
A laugh sputtering from a handsome face made Fritz's own face immediately flame red in shame and resentment, his hands pounding on his son's chest with force. "You—you're just too much! Seriously too much!"
"Why?"
Karl stared at the man dazed. Why is this man more troublesome than a woman who can make a person's head hurt?
"Just one more time. Don't refuse."
"Hey, hey now..." That happily smiling face upon noticing Fritz voice sounded as if he was crying, hugged that squirming man struggling to wiggle out from under his body tightly. "Please... please don't be mad! Please don;t be mad, Fritz! I was only teasing, I swear! I'm sorry, alright? I'm really sorry. If you hate it that much, I won't bully you ever again, I promise!"
With a thoroughly flushed face, Fritz opened his eyes, meeting a gaze from Karl soaked with lust. It caused him to remember his wanton foolish form form not long ago, and filled him with such embarrassment he couldn't utter out a word.
"I don't like you..." Fritz sobbed.
The excitement born from not having made love for so long stripped his shyness away, allowing him to desperately cling onto his son's broad shoulders. Karl, seeming to understand the man's intent, also tightened his grip on Fritz's waist, bending the man's legs to his chest until they looked as though they would break as he continued to pressing him down while delivering his ferocious thrυsts—and that place where they had united flowed with the warm decadence without end.
"...w-w... weakling..."
The eyes before him was those of a young man in his prime. In the arms of the man valiantly holding him in his embrace, Fritz could witness not a shadow of the youth he had known before.
So all he could do was weakly be hooked into his son's arms, and follow Karl who again ploughed into his body with unending and outstanding vigour; until Frit, who had been desired countless times, finally lost all strength and fell fast asleep on Karl's chest.
They both lay there quietly, until Fritz noticed the softened object inside him was expanding with speed, making his eyes widen in shock, but before he could say a word of refusal, Karl sealed his protesting lips with a kiss.
Immediately, he was burning with lust, and despite Fritz's opposition and dread, he forced his large searing desire into his father's body.
Karl's tone was harsh! Causing Fritz to flinch.
Yes... yes." Karl said guiltily.
"Fritz..."
"I hate you! ..." I really hate you. (Fritz)
They both lay there quietly, until Fritz noticed the softened object inside him was expanding with speed, making his eyes widen in shock, but before he could say a word of refusal, Karl sealed his protesting lips with a kiss.
"You pervert! Now you open the door!"
"...doing...what?"
Karl stared at the man dazed. Why is this man more troublesome than a woman who can make a person's head hurt?
But due to Karl firmly pressing him down on that quilt and having all his limbs entangled with Karl's, he simply couldn't find any place to hide this embarrassment of his!
"When did you find out?"
Heaven knows what sort of willpower it took for me to not just thrυst into Fritz with all my might! But... the person under me was truly scared and trebling, even the narrow petals being firmly wrapped around the head of my scorching length quivered like a virgin's. But... the thought of that place inside most assuredly still being be dry and tight also served as proof I had been his father's only man! And just the mere though of it made the love well within me all the more. So if I plunge forcefully into Fritz's body like this, I will hurt him! But the more I love him, the more I just want to rip him open—to ravage him. So even if you confess everything in a panic...
"I'm sorry." I really mean it. (Karl)
The young leader of the underworld wore a happy expression, but he was still peeved. So, on purpose, he hardened his expression and put on a stern face.
"I really hate you!" Fritz's anger was to the roof.
"Hey, hey now..." That happily smiling face upon noticing Fritz voice sounded as if he was crying, hugged that squirming man struggling to wiggle out from under his body tightly. "Please... please don't be mad! Please don;t be mad, Fritz! I was only teasing, I swear! I'm sorry, alright? I'm really sorry. If you hate it that much, I won't bully you ever again, I promise!"
"And I'm really sorry..." Karl spoke with warmth and tenderness.
"I'm not going back with you! You're just a playboy!" Um... why does it anger me more when you try to soothe me? (Fritz)
Karl's hot seeⅾ was then used to iron that shrunken favoured flesh of Fritz, causing the sensitivity of his body to rise to an extreme, as he again could not help himself from tasting another pleasurable high.
Fritz's sleeping female petals which had yet to awaken fully, were plucked forcefully by Karl's lust! It was as if a massive lethal weapon was thrust into the furthest depths of his body to stir a wound. And as he cried out in pain, Fritz was held tightly by Karl.
"What?"
Like this, how could Karl not love him like crazy?
With one tug by Karl's strong arm, Fritz's entire body just about melted into his hot chest. "You still refuse to tell me? Hm?" Fritz was enraptured by those eyes of Karl's filled with mirth and crushed by his large body as if hos bones would break. "If you don't tell me, I'll make you weep!"
Like this, how could Karl not love him like crazy?
"I'm not going back with you! You're just a playboy!" Um... why does it anger me more when you try to soothe me? (Fritz)
Hiding that face of his completely set ablaze with a blush in KArl's chest, the two silently revelled in the aftertaste of their lovemaking.
"I seriously hate you..." Again, Fritz broke into sobs.
"I really hate you!" Fritz's anger was to the roof.
That wondrous hermaphroditic body, he first laid eyes on in his youth, had not changed much since those years.
By then, the mon had long risen and midnight had arrived.
A flush bloomed, and his stiffened body little by little relaxed. When he was unable to endure it any longer, he hooked his hands around Karl's neck, the place sucking in the symbol Karl's male vigour was also completely moist and soft. Now, within that narrow place of his, his heated flesh teasingly tightened around Karl with its instinctive undulation, its secretion of white honey endless, and those long weak legs of its master nevertheless clung tightly around Karl's waist in need.
He was not the Little Karl from before.
iana: that's it! I guess it counts as a happy ending. Props for Karl for his harem consisting of his own father and uncle—who are twins! There must be some sort of award for that. Link to Evil son page | Link to Evil Son Chapter 1 | Link to Evil Son Latest Update (chapter 3) Below is a mini fan fiction summary for the after of this story by me! It's a good ways down if you want to avoid it and I linked Evil Son if you want to get that show on the road. I needed to get the idea out of my head so... [][][][][]Anyhow, I got to thinking how awesome it'd be if after Karl brought Fritz back, things went all Hunky-dor for a while—but Sett trips off in a fit of jealousy and pulls a Lina on Fritz. A situation triggered by Karl "seeming" to dote more on Fritz before and after their second kid was born to make up for missing out on his time with Mark. []But, since for Karl: daddy is the favourite, he is so distraught after losing Fritz that he strangles Sett in a blind rage (possibly in front of Mark.) Then, for the sake of his children, he doesn't go join his father-uncle-husbands in the afterlife and dedicates his life to his children instead. []Anyhow, he clearly favours his last child with Fritz, and Little Mark who knows his dad was killed by his younger brother's father (Sett's kid), began treating his first younger brother indifferently while loving his full younger brother (Fritz's second kid) more than anything. This might be on account of Mark having a bit too much in common with Karl in regards to Fritz if you catch my drift. Those father-son lines were never crossed though *cough*[][Now here's where my head cannon goes wonky.] When they get older, Karl hands over the reigns of the Thorned Rose to Mark; and as acting governor, following Sett's untimely passing, his son with Sett takes the reigns. Little Fritz Junior doesn't understand why his brothers seem to hate each other, and loves them both. [][You know what's coming now, right? I mean, we gotta stick to the theme ^v^] Mark thinks something is going on between his youngest brother and Sett's kid, which sets his rage to an all new level of high, given he actually has non-brotherly feelings for his adorable youngest brother. [We're gonna bathe in this dog-blood folks: splish, splash!] []But—Sett's kid doesn't feel anything apart from brotherhood towards his younger brother, in fact, (yeah, you guessed it) he only had eyes for Mark. But because he knows what his father (Sett) did to Fritz, he feels too much guilt to even be jealous of his younger brother, who he also knows is everything in Mark's eye. Blah blah more cliched bullsht... []All in all, the kids carry on the legacy of "keeping it in the family." (Turning the family wreath into a full tumbleweed!) And I didn't put an end (because where's the fun/torture in that?) but I will say that the only one of the brothers inherited the body type of Fritz and Sett. So you can guess how it ultimately ends from that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧[]I was going to delete this before posting, ends are ends at at the end of the day, plus, some might find such things annoying. Then I remembered fk that sht, this is my blog, be annoyed. Crap's better when you share it. That's mostly why I'm translating to begin with. Everything's better when shared:) So love it, hate it, I'll share it.
"I... I will... You... you can't come in!"
"Fritz!" Karl was deeply worried.
The tears flowing from Fritz's eyes made all sorts of feelings well up in Karl's heart, he was truly in pain. Haa... how can I explain it? At that time, while facing that beautiful and strong, yet quite unfortunate, Sett, it would be a lie to say I had not wavered! But—
"You're not allowed to address me! Who ave you permission to call me by my name? I'm your elder!"
Karl's ferocious attack made him pant breathlessly, it was as though the man had speared him all the way to his innermost part! Each and every collision pεnεtrating his stomach, reaching all the way to his throat. All of it making Fritz feel as though at any instant he would be tossed from the earth with in haste from the ungodly pleasure.
Karl stared at the man dazed. Why is this man more troublesome than a woman who can make a person's head hurt?
"Yes. Why would Fritz even take one look at a guy like you who looks like a limp weakling otherwise!!"
Karl stared at the man dazed. Why is this man more troublesome than a woman who can make a person's head hurt?
Using the quilt to wrap Fritz's naked body, Karl then kissed Fritz's lips, now stained in a deep red, and was clearly unwilling to part from him, yet he still climbed out of the bed.
iana: that's it! I guess it counts as a happy ending. Props for Karl for his harem consisting of his own father and uncle—who are twins! There must be some sort of award for that. Link to Evil son page | Link to Evil Son Chapter 1 | Link to Evil Son Latest Update (chapter 3) Below is a mini fan fiction summary for the after of this story by me! It's a good ways down if you want to avoid it and I linked Evil Son if you want to get that show on the road. I needed to get the idea out of my head so... [][][][][]Anyhow, I got to thinking how awesome it'd be if after Karl brought Fritz back, things went all Hunky-dor for a while—but Sett trips off in a fit of jealousy and pulls a Lina on Fritz. A situation triggered by Karl "seeming" to dote more on Fritz before and after their second kid was born to make up for missing out on his time with Mark. []But, since for Karl: daddy is the favourite, he is so distraught after losing Fritz that he strangles Sett in a blind rage (possibly in front of Mark.) Then, for the sake of his children, he doesn't go join his father-uncle-husbands in the afterlife and dedicates his life to his children instead. []Anyhow, he clearly favours his last child with Fritz, and Little Mark who knows his dad was killed by his younger brother's father (Sett's kid), began treating his first younger brother indifferently while loving his full younger brother (Fritz's second kid) more than anything. This might be on account of Mark having a bit too much in common with Karl in regards to Fritz if you catch my drift. Those father-son lines were never crossed though *cough*[][Now here's where my head cannon goes wonky.] When they get older, Karl hands over the reigns of the Thorned Rose to Mark; and as acting governor, following Sett's untimely passing, his son with Sett takes the reigns. Little Fritz Junior doesn't understand why his brothers seem to hate each other, and loves them both. [][You know what's coming now, right? I mean, we gotta stick to the theme ^v^] Mark thinks something is going on between his youngest brother and Sett's kid, which sets his rage to an all new level of high, given he actually has non-brotherly feelings for his adorable youngest brother. [We're gonna bathe in this dog-blood folks: splish, splash!] []But—Sett's kid doesn't feel anything apart from brotherhood towards his younger brother, in fact, (yeah, you guessed it) he only had eyes for Mark. But because he knows what his father (Sett) did to Fritz, he feels too much guilt to even be jealous of his younger brother, who he also knows is everything in Mark's eye. Blah blah more cliched bullsht... []All in all, the kids carry on the legacy of "keeping it in the family." (Turning the family wreath into a full tumbleweed!) And I didn't put an end (because where's the fun/torture in that?) but I will say that the only one of the brothers inherited the body type of Fritz and Sett. So you can guess how it ultimately ends from that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧[]I was going to delete this before posting, ends are ends at at the end of the day, plus, some might find such things annoying. Then I remembered fk that sht, this is my blog, be annoyed. Crap's better when you share it. That's mostly why I'm translating to begin with. Everything's better when shared:) So love it, hate it, I'll share it.
"I... I will... You... you can't come in!"
Nonetheless... I do know one thing!
He kept himself deeply tucked within Fritz's body, and now supplemented it with foreρlαy. While one hand soothingly caressed Fritz's smooth waist, the other reached down towards his crotch, taking hold of his once risen member which had shrunk once more due to pain.
"You pervert! Now you open the door!"
I can't be soft-hearted, not just yet!
"I hate you! ..." I really hate you. (Fritz)
"You're not allowed to address me! Who ave you permission to call me by my name? I'm your elder!"
He asked the one trying to evade the question angrily, because he was quite furious, so his tone was harsh, quite harsh! But after he spoke he realised his attitude was a bit too much. Then following it, he saw the tears gather within Fritz's eyes.
"The truth is... I thought you didn't want me any more... I though you would throw me away. So I thought it would be better if I left on my own... Besides...
Fritz, you... there is no way you;re not going back with me! In this life, in this world, your fate had been decided that you will be with me! But by Fritz acting so troublesome his body soon burned with desire and all was forgotten. So their fight was one that passed by quick quick.
"Why did you leave without telling me?"
As the leader of criminal syndicate, such an intimidation tactic was the norm!
At the same instant, Fritz, too, reached his clιmαx. His body now laying below Karl's unmoving.
Karl lowered himself to press and seal those bickering lips.
"You were rαping Fritz, weren't you?"
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
"Besides... I don't have the courage to compete with Sett for you. He's... he's so strong and so charming I... Anyhow, I owe him so much I just..."
"Just one more time. Don't refuse."
"It wan the day I saw you kiss Sett... the day I also heard you tell him I love you..."
"Mnn... Mn!"
Roughly pressing his lips against Fritz's, Karl then took those legs of Fritz split and straddling both sides of his body, pushing them open wider. His eager fingers soon finding their way into that secret place, into its slick warmth, and immediately causing the flames of desire coursing through his entire body to be lit. Karl's manhood was engorged to the point he was about to blow, the fact his actions was just a ploy to get Fritz to speak long forgotten, as that large, heated, rod was now held at the entrance of that nectar lined passage, while Karl held onto Fritz's waist—tight.
By his lips and mouth being deeply captured, he no longer caused any trouble. It was a kiss where only the sweetness of the flesh was known.
With one tug by Karl's strong arm, Fritz's entire body just about melted into his hot chest. "You still refuse to tell me? Hm?" Fritz was enraptured by those eyes of Karl's filled with mirth and crushed by his large body as if hos bones would break. "If you don't tell me, I'll make you weep!"
"I hate you! ..." I really hate you. (Fritz)
By his lips and mouth being deeply captured, he no longer caused any trouble. It was a kiss where only the sweetness of the flesh was known.
Immediately, he was burning with lust, and despite Fritz's opposition and dread, he forced his large searing desire into his father's body.
The end. []莎乐美（Salome）
Fritz lifted his head in amazement, meeting Karl's piercing gaze, his face again tinting in a flush of burning sunset, prompting him to quickly hide his face. But Karl took hold of him, again urging Fritz's to look deeply into his his own bottomless gaze.
The young leader of the underworld wore a happy expression, but he was still peeved. So, on purpose, he hardened his expression and put on a stern face.
"What? Fritz... don't tell me you're not choosing me because of him? Are you actually planning on abandoning me for that little brat?!"
He asked the one trying to evade the question angrily, because he was quite furious, so his tone was harsh, quite harsh! But after he spoke he realised his attitude was a bit too much. Then following it, he saw the tears gather within Fritz's eyes.
. . .
Never expecting him, Karl was stared at the boy dumbly.
"Ah— hurts... it hurts..."
Patiently, he stroked and soothed, and finally, Fritz had gradually regained his excitement.
Yes... yes." Karl said guiltily.
By then, the mon had long risen and midnight had arrived.
"Was that the reason? Was it? Was it? Tell me!"
"What? Fritz... don't tell me you're not choosing me because of him? Are you actually planning on abandoning me for that little brat?!"
"Look at me, Fritz."
The male symbol which had now bore its way into Fritz's body, upon its entry, caused that sensitive and pained membrane of Fritz to suddenly convulse, his deepest parts searing as if taken by a flame, as if it wanted to set his body ablaze. It felt like a pillar of fire had entered his narrow passage, his two petals cruelly parted by Karl's large member were already engorged, and from between their joining, upon the quilt below them, white honey fell drip by drip.
Fritz's sleeping female petals which had yet to awaken fully, were plucked forcefully by Karl's lust! It was as if a massive lethal weapon was thrust into the furthest depths of his body to stir a wound. And as he cried out in pain, Fritz was held tightly by Karl.
How could he refuse when Karl was stuck to his lips?
Fritz's chin was held in place securely, allowing him to no movement at all. So all he could do was shift his line of sight from left to right while nervously biting his lip an refusing to look at Karl directly.
Yes... yes." Karl said guiltily.
"You were rαping Fritz, weren't you?"
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
"What? Fritz... don't tell me you're not choosing me because of him? Are you actually planning on abandoning me for that little brat?!"
Heaven knows what sort of willpower it took for me to not just thrυst into Fritz with all my might! But... the person under me was truly scared and trebling, even the narrow petals being firmly wrapped around the head of my scorching length quivered like a virgin's. But... the thought of that place inside most assuredly still being be dry and tight also served as proof I had been his father's only man! And just the mere though of it made the love well within me all the more. So if I plunge forcefully into Fritz's body like this, I will hurt him! But the more I love him, the more I just want to rip him open—to ravage him. So even if you confess everything in a panic...
The male symbol which had now bore its way into Fritz's body, upon its entry, caused that sensitive and pained membrane of Fritz to suddenly convulse, his deepest parts searing as if taken by a flame, as if it wanted to set his body ablaze. It felt like a pillar of fire had entered his narrow passage, his two petals cruelly parted by Karl's large member were already engorged, and from between their joining, upon the quilt below them, white honey fell drip by drip.
But it was truly the first time he had ever used such a ploy against his beloved!
"It hurts..."
By his lips and mouth being deeply captured, he no longer caused any trouble. It was a kiss where only the sweetness of the flesh was known.
"So if you're going to do it, can you please keep your voices down! Aren't you scared you two will stain my pure mind!"
"Fritz..."
With every move Karl made, Fritz cried out in pain, his inner walls tightly wrapped Karl's member had already expanded to the maximum limit, filled to the brim with a painful heat. So if Karl began to piston in him right then, he would most certainly be torn open!
"Just one more time. Don't refuse."
"Mnn... Mn!"
Oh... that kid's name is Mark, then... But after thinking this, he put on a ferocious face and pressed Fritz's wrist above his head.
Roughly pressing his lips against Fritz's, Karl then took those legs of Fritz split and straddling both sides of his body, pushing them open wider. His eager fingers soon finding their way into that secret place, into its slick warmth, and immediately causing the flames of desire coursing through his entire body to be lit. Karl's manhood was engorged to the point he was about to blow, the fact his actions was just a ploy to get Fritz to speak long forgotten, as that large, heated, rod was now held at the entrance of that nectar lined passage, while Karl held onto Fritz's waist—tight.
As the leader of criminal syndicate, such an intimidation tactic was the norm!
How could he refuse when Karl was stuck to his lips?
"I-I was hiding behind the door... I just wanted to see how Sett was doing..."
Fritz's too narrow hole also resulted in Karl being unable to move inside him, making him feel quite uncomfortable too. With a brow full of sweat, he lovingly drew his deathly pale father into his arms, unable to bear being the one causing his suffering. He kissed his lips, then lowered to capture the little nub projecting from the man's chest into his mouth.
"No... I can't. Karl!"
"Hey, hey now..." That happily smiling face upon noticing Fritz voice sounded as if he was crying, hugged that squirming man struggling to wiggle out from under his body tightly. "Please... please don't be mad! Please don;t be mad, Fritz! I was only teasing, I swear! I'm sorry, alright? I'm really sorry. If you hate it that much, I won't bully you ever again, I promise!"
"N-no... don't!"
"L-Little Mark? Since when have you been standing there?"
Fritz's sleeping female petals which had yet to awaken fully, were plucked forcefully by Karl's lust! It was as if a massive lethal weapon was thrust into the furthest depths of his body to stir a wound. And as he cried out in pain, Fritz was held tightly by Karl.
He kept himself deeply tucked within Fritz's body, and now supplemented it with foreρlαy. While one hand soothingly caressed Fritz's smooth waist, the other reached down towards his crotch, taking hold of his once risen member which had shrunk once more due to pain.
ELEVENTH CHAPTER
"I-I was hiding behind the door... I just wanted to see how Sett was doing..."
"I love you, baby. I'll always love you, I love you so much."
The male symbol which had now bore its way into Fritz's body, upon its entry, caused that sensitive and pained membrane of Fritz to suddenly convulse, his deepest parts searing as if taken by a flame, as if it wanted to set his body ablaze. It felt like a pillar of fire had entered his narrow passage, his two petals cruelly parted by Karl's large member were already engorged, and from between their joining, upon the quilt below them, white honey fell drip by drip.
"If you tell me the truth, I'll stop."
Patiently, he stroked and soothed, and finally, Fritz had gradually regained his excitement.
"If you tell me the truth, I'll stop."
They both lay there quietly, until Fritz noticed the softened object inside him was expanding with speed, making his eyes widen in shock, but before he could say a word of refusal, Karl sealed his protesting lips with a kiss.
"I love you, baby. I'll always love you, I love you so much."
A flush bloomed, and his stiffened body little by little relaxed. When he was unable to endure it any longer, he hooked his hands around Karl's neck, the place sucking in the symbol Karl's male vigour was also completely moist and soft. Now, within that narrow place of his, his heated flesh teasingly tightened around Karl with its instinctive undulation, its secretion of white honey endless, and those long weak legs of its master nevertheless clung tightly around Karl's waist in need.
"Fritz!" Karl was deeply worried.
"From since you two started doing it!"
"Look at me, Fritz."
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
"I-I was hiding behind the door... I just wanted to see how Sett was doing..."
Hiding that face of his completely set ablaze with a blush in KArl's chest, the two silently revelled in the aftertaste of their lovemaking.
Karl couldn't believe it. ...it turned it was like that... so Fritz just...
"So if you're going to do it, can you please keep your voices down! Aren't you scared you two will stain my pure mind!"
"Why?"
Karl's ferocious attack made him pant breathlessly, it was as though the man had speared him all the way to his innermost part! Each and every collision pεnεtrating his stomach, reaching all the way to his throat. All of it making Fritz feel as though at any instant he would be tossed from the earth with in haste from the ungodly pleasure.
"What?"
That wondrous hermaphroditic body, he first laid eyes on in his youth, had not changed much since those years.
Patiently, he stroked and soothed, and finally, Fritz had gradually regained his excitement.
Hugging Fritz from behind, he turned the older man's face towards him, capturing his lips in a dominating kiss, until he drew a moist thread of silver between them, but he gave the other man no time breathe as he again swiftly blocked his lips.
"You were rαping Fritz, weren't you?"
The excitement born from not having made love for so long stripped his shyness away, allowing him to desperately cling onto his son's broad shoulders. Karl, seeming to understand the man's intent, also tightened his grip on Fritz's waist, bending the man's legs to his chest until they looked as though they would break as he continued to pressing him down while delivering his ferocious thrυsts—and that place where they had united flowed with the warm decadence without end.
. . .
That wondrous hermaphroditic body, he first laid eyes on in his youth, had not changed much since those years.
After nimbly pulling on his trousers, he turned off the light, then lazily pulled open the door.
"I don't like you..." Fritz sobbed.
This machine-gun like bombardment of questioning made Fritz dizzy. He really wanted to flee but his son's large and sturdy frame couldn't be moved—especially... that thing, that hardened part propped against his waist, that part which was burning with such a heat it practically seared through the skin of his thigh. What that thing was... even an idiot would be well aware... That little pervert!
"And I'm really sorry..." Karl spoke with warmth and tenderness.
As punishment, Karl pinched Fritz's nose, looking on as the older man's pale face suddenly flushed red. His look of instant shyness not at all seeming as a father being interrogated by his son, but more like a wife unknowing of how she should face her husband.
Finally, after a series of deep ferocious thrυsts that made Fritz believe his son's length would pierce him through, Karl tightened his grip on Fritz's slender waist, then shοt his hοt seeⅾ within him.
With every move Karl made, Fritz cried out in pain, his inner walls tightly wrapped Karl's member had already expanded to the maximum limit, filled to the brim with a painful heat. So if Karl began to piston in him right then, he would most certainly be torn open!
"You pervert! Now you open the door!"
The excitement born from not having made love for so long stripped his shyness away, allowing him to desperately cling onto his son's broad shoulders. Karl, seeming to understand the man's intent, also tightened his grip on Fritz's waist, bending the man's legs to his chest until they looked as though they would break as he continued to pressing him down while delivering his ferocious thrυsts—and that place where they had united flowed with the warm decadence without end.
Looking at that boy, who after he had spoken, acted as if no one else existed as he walked beside Karl to force his way into the room, Karl looked as on the boy called Little Mark also pretending to see as he harshly delivered a kick to his leg. The act causing the still dazed Karl to jump and cry out in pain...
How could he refuse when Karl was stuck to his lips?
At the same instant, Fritz, too, reached his clιmαx. His body now laying below Karl's unmoving.
Karl couldn't believe it. ...it turned it was like that... so Fritz just...
"And I'm really sorry..." Karl spoke with warmth and tenderness.
But it was truly the first time he had ever used such a ploy against his beloved!
Karl's hot seeⅾ was then used to iron that shrunken favoured flesh of Fritz, causing the sensitivity of his body to rise to an extreme, as he again could not help himself from tasting another pleasurable high.
Fritz lifted his head in amazement, meeting Karl's piercing gaze, his face again tinting in a flush of burning sunset, prompting him to quickly hide his face. But Karl took hold of him, again urging Fritz's to look deeply into his his own bottomless gaze.
"What? I can't hear you."
How could he refuse when Karl was stuck to his lips?
But despite how strange it felt, I still can't help but love him.
But due to Karl firmly pressing him down on that quilt and having all his limbs entangled with Karl's, he simply couldn't find any place to hide this embarrassment of his!
With a thoroughly flushed face, Fritz opened his eyes, meeting a gaze from Karl soaked with lust. It caused him to remember his wanton foolish form form not long ago, and filled him with such embarrassment he couldn't utter out a word.
A laugh sputtering from a handsome face made Fritz's own face immediately flame red in shame and resentment, his hands pounding on his son's chest with force. "You—you're just too much! Seriously too much!"
Never expecting him, Karl was stared at the boy dumbly.
As Karl neared that ever flushing face, in shame, Fritz retreated into his arms, but upon finally realising there was no escape, all he could do was look into the brilliantly shining eyes of his son in a panic.
Karl's tone was harsh! Causing Fritz to flinch.
Like this, how could Karl not love him like crazy?
"Look at me, Fritz."
Heaven knows what sort of willpower it took for me to not just thrυst into Fritz with all my might! But... the person under me was truly scared and trebling, even the narrow petals being firmly wrapped around the head of my scorching length quivered like a virgin's. But... the thought of that place inside most assuredly still being be dry and tight also served as proof I had been his father's only man! And just the mere though of it made the love well within me all the more. So if I plunge forcefully into Fritz's body like this, I will hurt him! But the more I love him, the more I just want to rip him open—to ravage him. So even if you confess everything in a panic...
As punishment, Karl pinched Fritz's nose, looking on as the older man's pale face suddenly flushed red. His look of instant shyness not at all seeming as a father being interrogated by his son, but more like a wife unknowing of how she should face her husband.
"It was um... when um..."
"Yes. Why would Fritz even take one look at a guy like you who looks like a limp weakling otherwise!!"
But despite how strange it felt, I still can't help but love him.
"And I'm really sorry..." Karl spoke with warmth and tenderness.
Karl also spoke no words, his fingers only moving to gently caress his father's bare and sweat stained back.
He was not the Little Karl from before.
The male symbol which had now bore its way into Fritz's body, upon its entry, caused that sensitive and pained membrane of Fritz to suddenly convulse, his deepest parts searing as if taken by a flame, as if it wanted to set his body ablaze. It felt like a pillar of fire had entered his narrow passage, his two petals cruelly parted by Karl's large member were already engorged, and from between their joining, upon the quilt below them, white honey fell drip by drip.
"No, I... I already have Little Mark..."
Karl's hot seeⅾ was then used to iron that shrunken favoured flesh of Fritz, causing the sensitivity of his body to rise to an extreme, as he again could not help himself from tasting another pleasurable high.
Looking at that boy, who after he had spoken, acted as if no one else existed as he walked beside Karl to force his way into the room, Karl looked as on the boy called Little Mark also pretending to see as he harshly delivered a kick to his leg. The act causing the still dazed Karl to jump and cry out in pain...
"Why didn't you tell me? Why did you chose to run off secretly n your own?"
The eyes before him was those of a young man in his prime. In the arms of the man valiantly holding him in his embrace, Fritz could witness not a shadow of the youth he had known before.
Looking at that boy, who after he had spoken, acted as if no one else existed as he walked beside Karl to force his way into the room, Karl looked as on the boy called Little Mark also pretending to see as he harshly delivered a kick to his leg. The act causing the still dazed Karl to jump and cry out in pain...
You made me miss you for so many years! You should be punished!
But due to Karl firmly pressing him down on that quilt and having all his limbs entangled with Karl's, he simply couldn't find any place to hide this embarrassment of his!
How could he refuse when Karl was stuck to his lips?
But due to Karl firmly pressing him down on that quilt and having all his limbs entangled with Karl's, he simply couldn't find any place to hide this embarrassment of his!
Hiding that face of his completely set ablaze with a blush in KArl's chest, the two silently revelled in the aftertaste of their lovemaking.
Struggling, but unable to say a word, Fritz had no idea how to explain himself. Because I um—
Karl also spoke no words, his fingers only moving to gently caress his father's bare and sweat stained back.
You made me miss you for so many years! You should be punished!
"Why?"
But despite how strange it felt, I still can't help but love him.
They both lay there quietly, until Fritz noticed the softened object inside him was expanding with speed, making his eyes widen in shock, but before he could say a word of refusal, Karl sealed his protesting lips with a kiss.
Fritz's too narrow hole also resulted in Karl being unable to move inside him, making him feel quite uncomfortable too. With a brow full of sweat, he lovingly drew his deathly pale father into his arms, unable to bear being the one causing his suffering. He kissed his lips, then lowered to capture the little nub projecting from the man's chest into his mouth.
"Just one more time. Don't refuse."
Indeed... this child born our close relations is indeed especially precocious...
How could he refuse when Karl was stuck to his lips?
"N-no... don't!"
So all he could do was weakly be hooked into his son's arms, and follow Karl who again ploughed into his body with unending and outstanding vigour; until Frit, who had been desired countless times, finally lost all strength and fell fast asleep on Karl's chest.
Nonetheless... I do know one thing!
"It was um... when um..."
"What? Fritz... don't tell me you're not choosing me because of him? Are you actually planning on abandoning me for that little brat?!"
Immediately, he was burning with lust, and despite Fritz's opposition and dread, he forced his large searing desire into his father's body.
"It hurts..."
By then, the mon had long risen and midnight had arrived.
Jumping with fright, Karl then noticed that un-cute son of his was standing outside the door staring at him fiercely.
By then, the mon had long risen and midnight had arrived.
So all he could do was weakly be hooked into his son's arms, and follow Karl who again ploughed into his body with unending and outstanding vigour; until Frit, who had been desired countless times, finally lost all strength and fell fast asleep on Karl's chest.
As his consciousness gradually drifted away, Fritz weakly whispered: "Mark... Mark is still outside..."
Fritz's face was red to the point it resembled flames, while his voice was as soft as a gnat's. Forced to confess to his son the truth of when he realized he was pregnant, seriously made the introverted him so shy he wanted to crawl into a cave!
Using the quilt to wrap Fritz's naked body, Karl then kissed Fritz's lips, now stained in a deep red, and was clearly unwilling to part from him, yet he still climbed out of the bed.
Karl also spoke no words, his fingers only moving to gently caress his father's bare and sweat stained back.
Never expecting him, Karl was stared at the boy dumbly.
"Yes. Why would Fritz even take one look at a guy like you who looks like a limp weakling otherwise!!"
After nimbly pulling on his trousers, he turned off the light, then lazily pulled open the door.
"What do you mean you can't! I knew it... Fritz... you're too much. How could you not want me..."
"You pervert! Now you open the door!"
"So..."
He was not the Little Karl from before.
The same was fair and supple skin. The same lean and slim shoulders. Even the same slender waist and perky behind. Only adding to all those years or memories and suffering, no different like oil or a breeze on the fire burning in that lower part of Karl's body, making it grow fiercer.
Jumping with fright, Karl then noticed that un-cute son of his was standing outside the door staring at him fiercely.
Karl's tone was harsh! Causing Fritz to flinch.
"Ah! Ah! S-slow... slower... a bit..."
"Fritz..."
"L-Little Mark? Since when have you been standing there?"
But due to Karl firmly pressing him down on that quilt and having all his limbs entangled with Karl's, he simply couldn't find any place to hide this embarrassment of his!
Never expecting him, Karl was stared at the boy dumbly.
"Tell me, in your heart... who is more important, him or me? Who, Fritz? Who?"
As that thing probed into him bit by bit, Fritz immediately curled his waist in pain. That long dried female flower of his, from since it had been forcefully plucked by his son all those years back, had always remained tightly closed, and had never been touched by another man. So because of this, at having his front end being pεnεtrated to where his brows twisted in pain, in protest, he gripped Karl by the shoulders.
A flush bloomed, and his stiffened body little by little relaxed. When he was unable to endure it any longer, he hooked his hands around Karl's neck, the place sucking in the symbol Karl's male vigour was also completely moist and soft. Now, within that narrow place of his, his heated flesh teasingly tightened around Karl with its instinctive undulation, its secretion of white honey endless, and those long weak legs of its master nevertheless clung tightly around Karl's waist in need.
"From since you two started doing it!"
Never expecting him, Karl was stared at the boy dumbly.
Yes... yes." Karl said guiltily.
"Was that the reason? Was it? Was it? Tell me!"
"Just one more time. Don't refuse."
"...w-w... weakling..."
With every move Karl made, Fritz cried out in pain, his inner walls tightly wrapped Karl's member had already expanded to the maximum limit, filled to the brim with a painful heat. So if Karl began to piston in him right then, he would most certainly be torn open!
"Mnn... Mn!"
"...doing...what?"
He asked the one trying to evade the question angrily, because he was quite furious, so his tone was harsh, quite harsh! But after he spoke he realised his attitude was a bit too much. Then following it, he saw the tears gather within Fritz's eyes.
Karl pressed Fritz onto the quilt with a force. Despite knowing full well the older man was shy, he could no longer hold back from running his fingers all over the body of the man below him.
Fritz, you... there is no way you;re not going back with me! In this life, in this world, your fate had been decided that you will be with me! But by Fritz acting so troublesome his body soon burned with desire and all was forgotten. So their fight was one that passed by quick quick.
At the same instant, Fritz, too, reached his clιmαx. His body now laying below Karl's unmoving.
Immediately, he was burning with lust, and despite Fritz's opposition and dread, he forced his large searing desire into his father's body.
"You were rαping Fritz, weren't you?"
Karl pressed Fritz onto the quilt with a force. Despite knowing full well the older man was shy, he could no longer hold back from running his fingers all over the body of the man below him.
"Ah... no, I..."
Karl couldn't believe it. ...it turned it was like that... so Fritz just...
"R-r... rαping..."
A flush bloomed, and his stiffened body little by little relaxed. When he was unable to endure it any longer, he hooked his hands around Karl's neck, the place sucking in the symbol Karl's male vigour was also completely moist and soft. Now, within that narrow place of his, his heated flesh teasingly tightened around Karl with its instinctive undulation, its secretion of white honey endless, and those long weak legs of its master nevertheless clung tightly around Karl's waist in need.
"Because..."
"Huh?"
iana: that's it! I guess it counts as a happy ending. Props for Karl for his harem consisting of his own father and uncle—who are twins! There must be some sort of award for that. Link to Evil son page | Link to Evil Son Chapter 1 | Link to Evil Son Latest Update (chapter 3) Below is a mini fan fiction summary for the after of this story by me! It's a good ways down if you want to avoid it and I linked Evil Son if you want to get that show on the road. I needed to get the idea out of my head so... [][][][][]Anyhow, I got to thinking how awesome it'd be if after Karl brought Fritz back, things went all Hunky-dor for a while—but Sett trips off in a fit of jealousy and pulls a Lina on Fritz. A situation triggered by Karl "seeming" to dote more on Fritz before and after their second kid was born to make up for missing out on his time with Mark. []But, since for Karl: daddy is the favourite, he is so distraught after losing Fritz that he strangles Sett in a blind rage (possibly in front of Mark.) Then, for the sake of his children, he doesn't go join his father-uncle-husbands in the afterlife and dedicates his life to his children instead. []Anyhow, he clearly favours his last child with Fritz, and Little Mark who knows his dad was killed by his younger brother's father (Sett's kid), began treating his first younger brother indifferently while loving his full younger brother (Fritz's second kid) more than anything. This might be on account of Mark having a bit too much in common with Karl in regards to Fritz if you catch my drift. Those father-son lines were never crossed though *cough*[][Now here's where my head cannon goes wonky.] When they get older, Karl hands over the reigns of the Thorned Rose to Mark; and as acting governor, following Sett's untimely passing, his son with Sett takes the reigns. Little Fritz Junior doesn't understand why his brothers seem to hate each other, and loves them both. [][You know what's coming now, right? I mean, we gotta stick to the theme ^v^] Mark thinks something is going on between his youngest brother and Sett's kid, which sets his rage to an all new level of high, given he actually has non-brotherly feelings for his adorable youngest brother. [We're gonna bathe in this dog-blood folks: splish, splash!] []But—Sett's kid doesn't feel anything apart from brotherhood towards his younger brother, in fact, (yeah, you guessed it) he only had eyes for Mark. But because he knows what his father (Sett) did to Fritz, he feels too much guilt to even be jealous of his younger brother, who he also knows is everything in Mark's eye. Blah blah more cliched bullsht... []All in all, the kids carry on the legacy of "keeping it in the family." (Turning the family wreath into a full tumbleweed!) And I didn't put an end (because where's the fun/torture in that?) but I will say that the only one of the brothers inherited the body type of Fritz and Sett. So you can guess how it ultimately ends from that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧[]I was going to delete this before posting, ends are ends at at the end of the day, plus, some might find such things annoying. Then I remembered fk that sht, this is my blog, be annoyed. Crap's better when you share it. That's mostly why I'm translating to begin with. Everything's better when shared:) So love it, hate it, I'll share it.
After nimbly pulling on his trousers, he turned off the light, then lazily pulled open the door.
"I really hate you!" Fritz's anger was to the roof.
As the leader of criminal syndicate, such an intimidation tactic was the norm!
"Yes. Why would Fritz even take one look at a guy like you who looks like a limp weakling otherwise!!"
"Because what? Tell me! ...don't try to evade the question!"
"Because..."
This deliberate intimidation by Karl was done quite naturally.
"Yes. Why would Fritz even take one look at a guy like you who looks like a limp weakling otherwise!!"
Fritz, you... there is no way you;re not going back with me! In this life, in this world, your fate had been decided that you will be with me! But by Fritz acting so troublesome his body soon burned with desire and all was forgotten. So their fight was one that passed by quick quick.
"If you tell me the truth, I'll stop."
"What? I can't hear you."
"...w-w... weakling..."
"Besides, what?"
But due to Karl firmly pressing him down on that quilt and having all his limbs entangled with Karl's, he simply couldn't find any place to hide this embarrassment of his!
"No, I... I already have Little Mark..."
"I..."
Patiently, he stroked and soothed, and finally, Fritz had gradually regained his excitement.
"What? Fritz... don't tell me you're not choosing me because of him? Are you actually planning on abandoning me for that little brat?!"
The male symbol which had now bore its way into Fritz's body, upon its entry, caused that sensitive and pained membrane of Fritz to suddenly convulse, his deepest parts searing as if taken by a flame, as if it wanted to set his body ablaze. It felt like a pillar of fire had entered his narrow passage, his two petals cruelly parted by Karl's large member were already engorged, and from between their joining, upon the quilt below them, white honey fell drip by drip.
"So if you're going to do it, can you please keep your voices down! Aren't you scared you two will stain my pure mind!"
"And I'm really sorry..." Karl spoke with warmth and tenderness.
"P-p... pure..."
This machine-gun like bombardment of questioning made Fritz dizzy. He really wanted to flee but his son's large and sturdy frame couldn't be moved—especially... that thing, that hardened part propped against his waist, that part which was burning with such a heat it practically seared through the skin of his thigh. What that thing was... even an idiot would be well aware... That little pervert!
. . .
"You pervert! Now you open the door!"
As Karl neared that ever flushing face, in shame, Fritz retreated into his arms, but upon finally realising there was no escape, all he could do was look into the brilliantly shining eyes of his son in a panic.
"Besides... I don't have the courage to compete with Sett for you. He's... he's so strong and so charming I... Anyhow, I owe him so much I just..."
A flush bloomed, and his stiffened body little by little relaxed. When he was unable to endure it any longer, he hooked his hands around Karl's neck, the place sucking in the symbol Karl's male vigour was also completely moist and soft. Now, within that narrow place of his, his heated flesh teasingly tightened around Karl with its instinctive undulation, its secretion of white honey endless, and those long weak legs of its master nevertheless clung tightly around Karl's waist in need.
Fritz's face was red to the point it resembled flames, while his voice was as soft as a gnat's. Forced to confess to his son the truth of when he realized he was pregnant, seriously made the introverted him so shy he wanted to crawl into a cave!
Looking at that boy, who after he had spoken, acted as if no one else existed as he walked beside Karl to force his way into the room, Karl looked as on the boy called Little Mark also pretending to see as he harshly delivered a kick to his leg. The act causing the still dazed Karl to jump and cry out in pain...
"It wan the day I saw you kiss Sett... the day I also heard you tell him I love you..."
How could he refuse when Karl was stuck to his lips?
Fritz, you... there is no way you;re not going back with me! In this life, in this world, your fate had been decided that you will be with me! But by Fritz acting so troublesome his body soon burned with desire and all was forgotten. So their fight was one that passed by quick quick.
"It was um... when um..."
"What?"
This machine-gun like bombardment of questioning made Fritz dizzy. He really wanted to flee but his son's large and sturdy frame couldn't be moved—especially... that thing, that hardened part propped against his waist, that part which was burning with such a heat it practically seared through the skin of his thigh. What that thing was... even an idiot would be well aware... That little pervert!
Like this, how could Karl not love him like crazy?
Indeed... this child born our close relations is indeed especially precocious...
"I don't like you..." Fritz sobbed.
So all he could do was weakly be hooked into his son's arms, and follow Karl who again ploughed into his body with unending and outstanding vigour; until Frit, who had been desired countless times, finally lost all strength and fell fast asleep on Karl's chest.
As punishment, Karl pinched Fritz's nose, looking on as the older man's pale face suddenly flushed red. His look of instant shyness not at all seeming as a father being interrogated by his son, but more like a wife unknowing of how she should face her husband.
As Karl neared that ever flushing face, in shame, Fritz retreated into his arms, but upon finally realising there was no escape, all he could do was look into the brilliantly shining eyes of his son in a panic.
"I love you, baby. I'll always love you, I love you so much."
Author's Note:
莎乐美（Salome）
Notes:
Anyhow, I got to thinking how awesome it'd be if after Karl brought Fritz back, things went all Hunky-dor for a while—but Sett trips off in a fit of jealousy and pulls a Lina on Fritz. A situation triggered by Karl "seeming" to dote more on Fritz before and after their second kid was born to make up for missing out on his time with Mark.
But, since for Karl: daddy is the favourite, he is so distraught after losing Fritz that he strangles Sett in a blind rage (possibly in front of Mark.) Then, for the sake of his children, he doesn't go join his father-uncle-husbands in the afterlife and dedicates his life to his children instead.
Anyhow, he clearly favours his last child with Fritz, and Little Mark who knows his dad was killed by his younger brother's father (Sett's kid), began treating his first younger brother indifferently while loving his full younger brother (Fritz's second kid) more than anything. This might be on account of Mark having a bit too much in common with Karl in regards to Fritz if you catch my drift. Those father-son lines were never crossed though *cough*
[Now here's where my head cannon goes wonky.] When they get older, Karl hands over the reigns of the Thorned Rose to Mark; and as acting governor, following Sett's untimely passing, his son with Sett takes the reigns. Little Fritz Junior doesn't understand why his brothers seem to hate each other, and loves them both.
[You know what's coming now, right? I mean, we gotta stick to the theme ^v^] Mark thinks something is going on between his youngest brother and Sett's kid, which sets his rage to an all new level of high, given he actually has non-brotherly feelings for his adorable youngest brother. [We're gonna bathe in this dog-blood folks: splish, splash!]
But—Sett's kid doesn't feel anything apart from brotherhood towards his younger brother, in fact, (yeah, you guessed it) he only had eyes for Mark. But because he knows what his father (Sett) did to Fritz, he feels too much guilt to even be jealous of his younger brother, who he also knows is everything in Mark's eye. Blah blah more cliched bullsht...
All in all, the kids carry on the legacy of "keeping it in the family." (Turning the family wreath into a full tumbleweed!) And I didn't put an end (because where's the fun/torture in that?) but I will say that the only one of the brothers inherited the body type of Fritz and Sett. So you can guess how it ultimately ends from that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
I was going to delete this before posting, ends are ends at at the end of the day, plus, some might find such things annoying. Then I remembered fk that sht, this is my blog, be annoyed. Crap's better when you share it. That's mostly why I'm translating to begin with. Everything's better when shared:) So love it, hate it, I'll share it.
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