Chapter 1 Hard Goodbyes
#1 of The Prince of Cats
Hard Goodbyes
Chapter 1
Mizuki thought Emperor Uchida Seitaro had always been too much of a pacifist for his own good. Now, because he had shown no desire to fight to protect his land for the last five years, they were all going to die. The Moon Palace was shaking with every bang on the great front doors as the dogs sought to break inside the last locked door in the mighty cat empire, and outside, the great city of Shihara was burning, its feline citizens yowling to the gods for aid. It was a bright blue day, but smoke clouds stormed the sky until it was black, and the screams of the burning and bleeding rose to the high heavens in a fur-bristling chorus.
Locked in the emperor's bed chamber with him, Mizuki and his twin sister were terrified. They huddled on the edge of the great canopied bed, holding each other and weeping as the palace doors were broken in two floors down. What would happen to them once the dogs mounted the stairs was crystal clear, and yet Emperor Uchida stood at the balcony, looking out over his city with his claws behind his back, tall and brooding with all the stillness of a statue.
Mizuki had always thought the emperor handsome the way scholars were handsome. His quiet, gentle nature only served to enhance his appealing features when they were relaxed, lost in a reverie, or pinched in a cry of ecstasy. He was strong-shouldered and athletic, having been trained in the way of the sword since he was a kitten, with pale tan fur and sharp, pensive blue eyes. Black fur cloaked his face like a mask, giving his eyes the appearance of having a more intense shape than they really possessed, and his tail was black as well, a smooth and silky stalk that was usually low in thought. Under normal circumstances, he would have worn his black mane up in a knot atop his head and adorned with various ornaments. Today, however, as his last great city fell to the dogs, his mane fell in as much devastation around him, ruffled from his agitated pawing.
The emperor, in a last feeble effort to surrender in peace, had sent out negotiations three hours before with no answer as of yet. There were only a few guards left inside the MoonPalace, as the rest were outside and had been cut down while defending the estate.
The MoonPalace was actually the emperor's winter home and the place where he had spent the majority of his twenty-year rule. His actual home was in the great capital city of Tanosuke and was known as the SkyPalace. They had received word the day before that the SkyPalace had been taken and the emperor's wife and all sixteen of his children had been slain. Emperor Uchida, with great sorrow, retreated to the bed chamber he had been sharing with Mizuki for sixteen years, taking with him all he had left to hold dear: his personal bodyguard of twenty years, Kazentani Toshi, and his consort, Mizuki.
Raised in a brothel in the ways of pleasing males from the time he was six, Mizuki had been given to Emperor Uchida as a birthday present when he was the tender age of nineteen. Having never had a master before, he was presented to the emperor completely naked, a red bow tied around his hips and covering his penis, as if his virginity were some treat! Lying there on the bed and anxiously waiting, Mizuki grew erect the moment he saw his new master, having never anticipated he would be so very handsome. The ribbon, as a result, slipped free of its knot in a burst of fabric, exposing his arousal to the cold air. He was embarrassed by his own eagerness, for he had come to the emperor in anger and in rage, furious that he had been purchased from his brothel home, torn from his sister, and sold like a toy to some stranger. He had resolved himself to hate the emperor, but Emperor Uchida laughed his boyish laugh, and Mizuki, gods help him, fell head-over-tail in love.
Over time, Mizuki was to learn that the emperor's sister had purchased him from the brothel because her brother desired only males and yet had been forced into a marriage with a female for the sake of the empire. Mizuki was pleased to learn that he was to be not simply the emperor's pet but his royal_consort._ He was to be kept in a lavish palace by the sea, wrapped in the finest clothes and eating the finest foods for the rest of his life, with a handsome master to hold him in the night. He would attend parties and drink wine and would walk in public on the emperor's arm, laughing and dining with Kingdom Shohizra's wealthiest! And he had been selected for the worthy and lofty position because he was the most beautiful male virgin living in the Red House.
His curiosity getting the better of him, Mizuki one day decided to ask Emperor Uchida's sister, Princess Omura, why her brother had to have a virgin for a consort. He and the princess had become good friends over the years - something he'd never foreseen, becoming friends with the highborn lady who'd inspected him like a prize cow at the brothel! - and so by the time he asked her, they were close enough in their friendship that they were cuddling on pillows and drinking tea on the balcony. With her head on Mizuki's shoulder and her mane loose and free of its usual ornaments, Princess Omura explained with a smile that only a virgin would completely adore her brother that first time he felt the emperor inside him, and she wished desperately for her brother to be adored, as his wife seemed to despise him. Mizuki blushed furiously as he listened to the explanation and wished he hadn't asked, for Natsuki was sitting nearby and was laughing at him.
Mizuki had never dreamed that being purchased from the brothel would mean living such an extravagant life with his two best friends - Princess Omura and his sister Natsuki - constantly at his side. Together, the three of them attended the emperor's parties, fell asleep against each other as they were borne home in the litter, shared wine and gossip and dressed each other's manes. Mizuki was particularly fond of wearing beautiful kimonos with flower prints and dainty sandals, and his two best friends loved helping him dress more than anything. Indeed, he was so delicate and beautiful, the emperor encouraged him to flaunt it with the loveliest kimonos, eyeliner, and perfume, tossing gold at him and ordering flower petal baths to keep his lover's fur scented and clean.
Before long, it reached Mizuki that Empress Sazume, Emperor Uchida's wife, was jealous of him. And how could Mizuki blame her? The empress was supposed to be worshipped as a goddess and adored by her husband and her people, yet the emperor and the empire loved Mizuki more, doting on him as the "true" wife of the emperor and adorning him with nicknames such as the Moon Prince and the Emperor's Lily, given his white fur. He and his sister were known by the people as the Twin Moons and were displayed prominently in towering portraits in the empress' own home, much to her chagrin.
Mizuki always knew that if anything happened to Emperor Uchida, the empress would do away with him in petty revenge, and even now, with the empress supposedly slain, he carried the fear. He doubted very much that Empress Sazume was actually dead. No, she was far too careful and paranoid. She had likely left a doppelganger to die with her children while she escaped, and if the cunning cat ever regained power, Mizuki knew he would be the first on her chopping block. She would use the war as an opportunity to be rid of him without marring her reputation and angering the people by simply saying he had been killed by the Berganzan army. Perhaps she would separate him and his sister, selling them both to peasant farms at opposite ends of the earth. Or perhaps she would send them to some foreign place the dogs had conquered, selling them to the enemy to negotiate for peace. For the dogs had been leading their campaign against the nine cat kingdoms for ten years and had been winning. And given Mizuki and Natsuki's fame across Kingdom Shohizra, it was widely known that the dog emperor, known as King Hector before invading the catlands, had a frothing desire to capture Mizuki's sister alive, that he might keep her as his pleasure slave.
Because Mizuki and Natsuki were twins, they shared an almost identical beauty, if not so identical that it was hard to tell which of them was the male and which the female. They were nearly androygenous in appearance, the two of them; fluffy white cats with puffy tails and incredibly long lashes. They were both of them slender and lean, with long pink nails and slanted eyes wreathed in black kohl, with incredibly long white manes that fell to the back of their thighs. Both kept their manes partially up in high folded buns with the rest spilling down their backs, rings in their lips, and scented oils massaged nightly into their tender sexes. Theirs was a beauty so treasured, so sought after that Madame Horimoto, who ran the Red House, often kept them under lock and key and strict guard. She always said she was saving them for some wealthy noble or spoiled prince, but neither of them ever dreamed they would be given to the emperor!
For it wasn't long until Emperor Uchida had purchased Natsuki as well. Mizuki, after coming to love and trust his new master, had begged the emperor to purchase his sister, for he could not stand being separate from her and dreamed of her often. They had never been apart before, and it was because they had violently refused to part - clinging to each other and crying -- that their father had sold them both to the brothel instead of just Mizuki, who he had loathed. Emperor Uchida, taking pity on Mizuki, purchased Natsuki and had her brought to the MoonPalace, where she lived with Mizuki ever after beside the sea.
As far as Mizuki knew, his sister was a virgin still, having been zealously guarded by a prudent and pragmatic Madame Horimoto. Now, with the dog army pounding on the barricade, he kept thinking his sister was not going to be a virgin for very long. The dogs were greedy in their lust and would take his sister the second they had the chance. There was also little chance he would be taken alive, as the dogs also loathed and despised feminine males. Theirs was an intolerant culture of bigotry and hate, and so, Mizuki knew he would be treated as something not to be tolerated. Once he was slain and his sister raped, they would take Emperor Uchida and lead him off to his execution.
Hugging his shivering, crying sister tight, Mizuki swallowed hard and glanced at Kazentani, who was pacing the room restlessly, face creased in the same worried frown Mizuki had become all too familiar with over the years.
Kazentani Toshi was the emperor's personal bodyguard and had been for as long as Mizuki had been living in the MoonPalace. She was a beautiful cat, slender and tall and light on her feet, clad in the skintight black armor of a mystic knight. The armor was a magic cloth enchanted to protect her, and on her back was a long, thin katana, which glinted in the light of the hanging brazier each time she turned, her plait of hair swinging silver behind her like a second tail.
With eyes yellow as flame and fur gray as storm clouds, Kazentani Toshi had won her place as the emperor's personal bodyguard when she bested her peers in a tournament for the position. Since then, she had been not only his guardian but his best friend, someone who had come to care for him personally and would die to keep every last drop of blood in his body, as she was so fond of signing.
The other mystic knights were jealous of Kazentani's friendship with the emperor, and Mizuki had a sneaking suspicion that not all of them were gathered on the other side of the door. Perhaps some had deserted or had been bought by the dogs, leaving Kazentani to die alone defending the emperor as some sort of revenge for her joyous and confident display of talent.
A last resounding bang made Mizuki and Natsuki flinch. The bang was quickly followed by a crash and the sound of boots thundering up the great stair. Natsuki's lips slipped apart in horror and her wet eyes looked helplessly at Mizuki: the dogs had gotten through. Mizuki clutched his trembling sister tight and listened with forward ears to the sound of blades clashing in the hall. The last living mystic knights were not screaming war cries but were silently and swiftly cutting through the dogs in a final heroic stand. They didn't cry out as they were struck down - as all mystic knights had their tongues removed the moment they began training -- but Mizuki could hear their bodies thumping the smooth, polished floor and trembled when he saw blood seeping under the door.
The mystic knights were an order of warriors who used both magic and blade to protect the emperor. They did not fight directly but often struck from the shadows unseen, mouths masked and slanted eyes glowing in the dark. They were known officially as Shadow Warriors and had a school known as Silent Claw that was dedicated to their training. Kazentani Toshi had always been the best of said school, which had fallen years before due to the dogs' invasion, and Mizuki realized now she was going to die the last of said school. There would be legends and songs about her and her great last stand as she defended the last emperor of Shohizra; cats subjugated by dog rule would whisper tales of the daring feats of Kazentani Toshi, the last Shadow Warrior, for years and years to come, and she would deserve such immortalization, Mizuki thought.
Mizuki's eyes connected with Kazentani's when she turned yet again. She halted in her pacing and looked at him, eyes peering above her mask, wet with an apology. But there was no need to apologize. Kazentani had protected Mizuki and Natsuki well for what was almost two decades. She could hardly be blamed for the war! Mizuki wanted to tell her as much, but a sudden move from the emperor made them all look the ruler's way.
A bird had flown over the balcony and was gliding, wings spread flat, for the emperor's outstretched claw. Lips tight to conceal his dread, the emperor untied the small rolled parchment from the bird's leg and smoothed it open. There was a tense pause as he read the contents, then he lifted his face and stared out at the smoke-twisted sky with sad, unseeing eyes. The parchment swirled to the floor and landed face-up, revealing the red mark of death on its surface: the dogs would not accept surrender. Emperor Uchida would not be taken alive. None of them would.
Seeing the parchment on the floor, Natsuki buried her face in her claws and wept bitterly. "The dogs have no mercy! We're all going to die here!" she sobbed, eyeliner and red rouge streaking down her face.
Mizuki couldn't move. He stared at the emperor's back, silently begging his lover to look at him, to say something. The emperor, however, remained entranced, lost in the grip of misery and defeat as he digested his own inevitable execution.
Blinded by a sudden veil of tears, Mizuki shot up from the bed and snatched the parchment off the floor with a sweep of his wing-like sleeve, his foot nearly coming out of his sandal in his haste. Beneath the red symbol of death was a letter written very fluently in the prominent feline language Kikon. It was from Emperor Hector Carballo himself and read thus,
My dearest Emperor Uchida Seitaro,
The time for negotiations and peace treaties is long past. In fact, such a time never existed. The canine do not surrender, we dominate. This is not one of your prissy cat wars, where you pat balls of yarn back and forth and call it a day when someone has unraveled the ball. This is a real war, and from your blood, canine life will spring.
I will rule your people better than you ever could, and I will tell you this gladly, for it is in my generosity that you will die with the small comfort of knowing so.
Allow me to further ease your mind.
When my soldiers have broken down your pathetic barrier, they will give your pet a quick end as well. Don't worry. They will not touch him in the sordid manner you are likely imagining. We canine are respectably against such filthy activities.
Your pet's beauteous sister will be taken into my care alongside your own ravishing sister, and after I have broken her bloody on my cock, she will be pampered and spoiled the rest of her nine lives, perhaps throughout several generations of my sons. You cats do live a long time, don't you?
Sincerely and eternally yours,
Hector Carballo IV
Fangs clenching, Mizuki crunched the parchment in his fist and looked at Emperor Uchida's back with tears in his eyes. In all the years he'd lived in the Moon Palace, he had foolishly believed the emperor an all-powerful figure, someone who could bring the moon down from the sky if he but asked. Now, for the first time since he'd left the brothel, he was coming to realize that Emperor Uchida was not some god-ordained, sacred being. He was just . . . a person. The broken male stood staring out at the city as it burned, resplendent in his majestic robes, long mane showering down his back, and he never turned to look at any of them.
"What does it say?" Natsuki demanded from the bed, voice muffled by tears. She staggered up, nearly tripping on the skirts of her pale blue kimono as she sought to snatch the letter.
Mizuki lifted the letter out of reach, clutching it to his chest and stepping back. "I can't let you s-see --" he began hoarsely.
"Gods dammit, Mizuki!" Natsuki snapped, eyes aflame with anger and tears. "I'm not a child! Let me see what that bastard said --!"
"No!" Mizuki shouted more loudly than he intended.
Natsuki halted, fists clenching at her sides. Her lip trembled, and she whispered angrily, "He said he's going to rape me, didn't he?"
Mizuki swallowed hard and his ears went back flat in silent confirmation. With a shaking breath, Natsuki lunged at the dresser and snatched up the letter opener there. She had almost taken it to her wrist when Kazentani, acting fast, leapt at her and wrestled the letter opener away. The sharp tool fell to the floor with a clatter as the two females struggled, and outside the door, the struggling between canine and feline drew nearer down the hall.
"Let go of me!" Natsuki shrieked, eyes panicked and wild as a trapped bird. "I have to end it! I have to!" But Kazentani did not let go of the other female's wrists, resolute in her determination to protect her life. Natsuki seemed just as determined that she should get to the letter opener, as it was the only sure way she could end her own life and thus prevent her pending torment. She fought so viciously that her kimono ripped open, tumbling in rags around one of her naked breasts. Her high, supple tit trembled when her back was slammed on the red coverlet by Kazentani, who pinned her down by the wrists and lay her curvy body on top of hers. Manes mussed and breasts rising in their breathlessness, the females' bodies were as tense as bickering lovers, Mizuki thought. Then Kazentani gave his sister an affectionate nuzzle on the cheek that calmed her, and it hit him for the first time that Natsuki and Kazentani were lovers. He felt a fool for not realizing it before.
"You c-can't let them h-hurt me, Kaz," Natsuki whispered, voice hoarse with sudden tears. "You c-can't!"
Eyes wet with tears as well, Kazentani's throat tightened miserably. She released one of Natsuki's wrists to sign, "I won't."
Natsuki suddenly broke down sobbing, and Kazentani sadly gathered the smaller female into her arms. She gently wrapped the kimono to cover Natsuki's exposed breasts and kissed her on the head before holding her close with trembling arms.
In the silence that followed, Natsuki's sobbing as it rose against the ominous sound of fighting was difficult to listen to. Mizuki clenched and unclenched the letter in his fist and took a random step to the right and didn't know what to do. All his life, others had done the thinking for him. When they were children starving in their hut by the sea, his father sold them to the brothel. Problem solved. When he was living in the brothel, Madam Horimoto and the guards shielded him from aggressive patrons. Problem solved. When he was given to the emperor, his servants did everything for him. Problem solved, no thinking involved. Now for the first time in his life, his fate was in his own claws, and he didn't know what to do with it.
"We have to d-do something!" Natsuki said, suddenly bursting from Kazentani's arms. She lunged to the middle of the room and halted. "We can't just sit here and wait for them to kill us! I refuse to!" Mane mussed and tumbling in her eyes, she looked with wild fury at the emperor's back, as if blaming his inaction for their situation.
Mizuki looked at the emperor as well, and it was suddenly clear to him what he must do. "Kazentani," he said, stepping forward with resolution, and the bodyguard, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, dutifully rose to her feet and looked at him.
Mizuki took a breath and said firmly, "I want you to take Natsuki through the secret passage and escape across the lake with the emperor's hidden boat --"
"No!" Natsuki growled at once. "The boat will only hold two of us!"
"I'm going to trade clothing with her," Mizuki went on, "and I will stay here and let them take me." He looked at his sister. "They will think I am you."
Natsuki wretchedly shook her head. "No, Mizuki! P-Please, please don't do this!" She ran to her brother and took his claws in her own, knocking the letter to the floor in her fumble to do so. "We've never been apart!"
Mizuki looked into his sister's frightened eyes and whispered sadly, "I know. But I couldn't live with myself if you died and I could have protected you." He glanced at the emperor's back. "And I would rather stay with Uchida." He swallowed hard and whispered, "I don't want him to die alone."
Emperor Uchida's ear twitched sadly but he did not turn to look at them.
Natsuki stared miserably into her brother's eyes, and Mizuki could see the realization settling over her: she could not talk him out of his decision. She glanced at Emperor Uchida and her ears went forward as she remembered what great affection was between her brother and the emperor. "If it's imp-portant to you to be with him," she said, bravely holding back the tears, but the tears came anyway, sudden and glittering. Her shoulders shook as Kazentani sadly stepped forward, and standing behind Natsuki, she gently began to unwrap the blue kimono. It slipped down around Natsuki's arms, revealing her slender belly and high breasts, so young and swollen and sharp with pink nipples. They trembled as the cloth was dragged away, and embarrassed, she clutched them in fistfuls that only served to accentuate their plumpness.
Emperor Uchida, without a word, turned for the first time in an hour to face the room. He came up behind Mizuki and unwrapped his kimono for him. It was a beautiful pink kimono with white flowers and a white sash. As the cloth fell down around his shoulders, Mizuki's soft, slender body was revealed, his pink nipples and his pink penis, which hung soft and limp against his heavy sack.
Standing naked as they were both undressed, brother and sister took claws and rubbed pink noses a last time. Natsuki sniffled with tears as her brother's pink kimono was passed to her, as it was wrapped snug about her body by a sad and heavy Kazentani. Then the Shadow Warrior went to the cold hearth and pulled the switch hidden there. The immense fireplace's back wall opened like a door, a secret panel that slid aside to reveal a dark passage. Natsuki started to enter but hesitated.
"You could c-come with us," Natsuki said. "M-Maybe they didn't burn all the boats yet. Maybe there's more than one waiting."
"Or maybe there are none waiting," said the emperor grimly. "Go, girl. This may be the only chance you have. Your brother has made his decision." So saying, he placed a tight paw on Mizuki's shoulder.
Natsuki swallowed bitterly, her slanted eyes glaring at the emperor. She had often criticized his possessiveness of Mizuki, claiming it was unhealthy, even abusive. For all Emperor Uchida's doting and grand gestures, Natsuki maintained that the ruler saw Mizuki as little more than a possession. Whether that was true or not, Mizuki knew the emperor was correct: he had made his decision.
"Go," Mizuki said, voice cracking with tears. "I love you."
Natsuki's lashes fluttered and she smiled. Kazentani rubbed her back to urge her, and remembering the fighting in the hall, she ducked inside the passage. Kazentani paused to nod a last time in sad farewell, then she disappeared into the passage after Natsuki, pulling the switch as she went so that the panel shut behind her.
Movements heavy and slow, Emperor Uchida set about draping the blue kimono around Mizuki's naked body. He let the sash drop to the floor, however, and instead of tying the garment shut, smoothed his claws through the fabric, massaging Mizuki's chest, kissing his shoulder and breathing hard into his mane as he delighted in his scent.
Suddenly frantic, the emperor held Mizuki tight in a hug and buried his face in his mane, trembling all over. Mizuki couldn't help trembling as well. Kimono hanging open, he shivered in his lover's arms and tried to find the words to say. How did one say goodbye with such a bleak end ever drawing nearer?
"You will tell them you are Natsuki?" the emperor whispered. "You will let them take you alive? You weren't just saying that to comfort us?"
Mizuki blinked guiltily. It was true he had never intended to actually pose as his sister. He wanted to die with Emperor Uchida, at his side, and his silence only seemed to confirm the truth, for the emperor sighed sadly, if not angrily.
"Promise me you will pose as Natsuki," the emperor whispered miserably.
Mizuki's lip trembled. "Don't ask me to do that. I c-can't live without you."
"Yes, you can," whispered the emperor, breath hot against Mizuki's fur. He lay his cheek against Mizuki's cheek and held him tightly as he insisted, "Try to live. Try for me. I don't want you to die here. They will not simply kill you. The dogs hate anyone with a penis who dares to be feminine. They will make a mockery of you, parade you around, beat and torment you, and only then will they kill you."
Mizuki swallowed hard but said resolutely, "No. I will die with you, at your s-side --" The last word stumbled in his mouth when Emperor Uchida squeezed him tight in sudden frustration.
"Stubborn! You were always so stupidly stubborn!" the emperor hissed. "They will kill you first, do you understand? Once they realize who you are, they will torture you before my eyes. They will make me watch! But if they think you are Natsuki, you will live . . . and I will die knowing you did not suffer."
Mizuki's lip curled. "And when Hector lifts my skirt and realizes I have a penis?"
"Hopefully, you will escape long before meeting Hector," returned the emperor. "Now hush, enough of this," he whispered, smoothing his hungry claws over Mizuki's younger body. "We have precious few seconds to enjoy each other before they burst in here. Come, my sweet boy. Let me taste of you one last time."
Mizuki nodded as he was guided to the bedpost, which he hugged as the emperor smoothed his skirts up over his backside. His long lashes fluttered furiously as he tried to hold back tears, but he failed, and the emperor noticed, giving him a warm kiss on the cheek that made him smile.
"Do not cry, pretty boy," the emperor whispered breathlessly, his warm claws smoothing up and down Mizuki's back. He massaged his backside in fistfuls as he whispered, "I want you to smile and sigh and whisper my name in the throes of passion one last time. Give an old cat some nice memories to die with."
Mizuki laughed softly, for the first time feeling relaxed. "You aren't that old," he said in much amusement: Emperor Uchida had always been so sensitive about his age! He blinked as the emperor trailed careful kisses down his back, trying to get the words out he wished so desperately to say. "Uchida . . . I . . . I l-love --" The words were lost in a soft cry when the emperor lifted his tail and his hungry tongue plunged deep through the clenching knot of Mizuki's anus.
Mizuki rocked up on his toes and hugged the bedpost tight, nearly swooning from the rough, warm slither of that bristly tongue inside him. He felt his penis swell upright in its sudden delight, and hearing Mizuki's cry of arousal, the emperor reached around and slowly, gently fondled his penis to throbbing as he tasted him.
"Oh . . . oh, Uchida . . ." Mizuki whispered, breathless and mussed as he clutched the bedpost with trembling arms. "I'll . . . I'll swoon!" he begged. "Uchida - umfph! Don't make m-me --" He could fell his desperate penis heaving in the emperor's firm grasp and thought he would burst. The emperor's mouth was ravenous but slow as it moved between his buttocks, the tongue dragging up and down, deliberately sluggish in its pleasuring.
The louder the emperor's muffled cries, the more obvious his arousal, until he suddenly stopped as if he could take no more and climbed to his feet. Wet, groped, and undone, Mizuki hugged the bedpost and gasped when his cheek was pried aside by an eager thumb and the emperor's thick erection slid sudden inside him, plunging thick and slow through his squirming walls. He sighed as he was filled, as his wet anus heaved to swallow up the emperor's penis, until it had thrust to the base.
Trembling all over, the emperor leaned close, and his hard body pressed through his robes as he closed Mizuki in the wall of his arms and made careful love to him. Mizuki gasped and sighed and could feel his soft backside trembling with every slow, deep thrust. The emperor squeezed his cheek and gave it a light slap, letting it jiggle against the shaft that it enclosed. He fondled Mizuki's penis to dripping as he hunched to get inside him, burying tender kisses in his neck that left him shaking.
"Uchida," Mizuki tried again. "I . . . I l-love - aah!" He sputtered as his flinching cock finally released in the emperor's claw, spattering warm liquid over his fingers. The emperor came inside him in turn, his erection throbbing so thick that Mizuki's anus was straining to hold him. His lashes fluttered as the warm liquid filled him, over-spilling until it was dripping down his thighs. The emperor's choked cry left his cheek wet and hot, and then they were sagging against the bedpost, panting and undone and deliciously tired.
"I know," the emperor whispered in Mizuki's ear and kissed him on the cheek. "I know."