“That makes it even more…!”
I stepped in front of Heliod, who had turned his head away, and gently grasped his chin to make him look at me. He flinched and stiffened his neck.
“Where am I supposed to get a coat? It’s fine. Besides, Sir.”
“…Yes?”
Heliod’s gaze stayed firmly on my face, avoiding any glance lower because of the slip I was wearing. I looked into his blue eyes and softly whispered,
“Do you have sensitive skin?”
“My skin…?”
“Yes. Because I’m going to use this on you.”
“My skin isn’t particularly sensitive. But how are you going to….”
I simply smiled kindly without saying a word, and Heliod’s blue eyes widened in surprise.
Just then, the servant standing beside Emperor Gaetan began loudly calling out the names of the knights to be awarded. The time had finally come to attend to Heliod. I knelt before him, and Heliod jumped in shock, his hips lifting off the seat slightly.
“Lady Arpen! What are you doing?”
“Stay still. People are watching.”
Keron, seated closest to us, blinked and leaned toward Heliod.
“Commander, is something wrong?”
“No, nothing. Focus on the ceremony.”
“Yes, sir….”
It seemed that these dream constructs weren’t aware of what was happening with Heliod’s lower half. I unfastened his trousers without obstruction and gently lowered them, revealing the thick outline still hidden by his underwear. Heliod’s face flushed an even deeper red, and he squirmed in his seat.
“Please… at least give me some warning first.”
“Wasn’t it you who told me to start?”
“That was… ngh.”
I couldn’t help but notice how his underwear clung tightly to his lower body, making the contours of his aroused state all too apparent. The black fabric left nothing to the imagination as it outlined his twitching erection. I licked my lips lightly and placed my hands on his thighs, spreading them wider. As I positioned myself between Heliod’s legs, he blinked rapidly, his white eyelashes fluttering in panic.
“Wait, Lady Arpen, this position is….”
“You need to stay seated, so there’s no choice.”
“If it’s uncomfortable for you, I will stand. This is not a proper position for you.”
“Don’t worry about that. No one cares about propriety during intimate acts.”
“Intimate….”
Heliod bit his lip and turned his head away, clearly at a loss for words.
Just as I had done before at the temple, I gently covered his manhood with my hand, moving in soft circles. Heliod’s body jerked upward as he stiffened, his hips lifting involuntarily. He flexed his shoulders, clearly uncomfortable with his bound hands, and then squeezed his eyes shut.
“Please, wait… go slower.”
“Hmm? No, I can’t. You said it has to last throughout the entire ceremony.”
“But… ngh, ah.”
A few strokes were all it took for Heliod’s erection to begin to rise. I watched his reaction carefully as I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his underwear. His face twisted with shame, and his eyes became glossy with moisture.
“Lady Arpen…”
“I’m going to take this off now, Sir.”
Gently, I pulled his underwear down, and his now-erect member sprang up. It had been a while since I’d seen it this close. I licked my lips, remembering the last time I’d performed fellatio on him.
“You’re not fully hard yet.”
“…Please don’t say things like that.”
“But it needs to be fully erect for this.”
Though, considering Heliod’s size, I could probably use the device even as it was.
As I paused, lost in thought, I felt the sharp gazes of several onlookers piercing through me. Keron, along with the other knights lined up behind him, was staring intently. Feeling a chill, I glanced at Heliod, who seemed to notice the same thing. His face hardened as he quickly scanned the surroundings.
“I suppose we can’t stop now.”
“It seems that way,” he sighed, biting his lip. I quickly took hold of his member and began to stroke it gently upwards. The intense stares immediately withdrew, and Heliod shuddered, inhaling sharply.
“…Hngh, ah.”
With just a few more strokes, it began to swell to the size I was familiar with.
‘It’s always such a lovely sight.’
The smooth, hairless base, the bulging red veins, and the moist, pink tip—it was undeniably beautiful. If there were a contest for the world’s most beautiful penis, this one would surely win first place. Though if I suggested Heliod enter such a contest, he’d probably never speak to me again.
‘He’d look so good glaring at me with teary eyes…’
Lost in my thoughts, I absentmindedly rubbed the tip, causing Heliod’s thighs to quiver as he cried out.
“Wait, wait, Lady Arpen… Ngh, ah… Lady Arpen!”
“…Oh, were you about to finish?”
When I stopped, Heliod nodded, panting. He was trying to maintain his composure, but the lingering gazes around us seemed to bother him, as evidenced by his flushed face and the deep sigh he let out.
“Does the attention make you uncomfortable?”
“…Yes. I don’t understand why such an ordeal… ngh, exists.”
I gently massaged his testicles while continuing to stroke him at a moderate pace, causing Heliod’s body to tremble violently as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Some people have a preference for being in such open settings.”
“In places… ngh… like this?”
“Yes. It does make my heart race in a strange way.”
Heliod’s blue eyes narrowed in confusion as he struggled to understand. I smiled softly and reached for the device I had set aside earlier.
“This might be a bit intense, but using only my hand would be tiring, so I’m going to use this.”
“Excuse me? What do you mean by that…?”
I touched the slime inside the transparent glass jar, confirming that it was indeed as slick as I expected. I gently placed it on the tip of his penis, which was already leaking precum. Heliod stiffened, his mouth dropping open in shock at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Wait, Lady Arpen. What is this…?”
“It’s a male masturbation device. Just relax.”
“Please, stop… ah!”
I pressed the jar down, completely covering his tip, and Heliod nearly jumped out of his seat, his hips lifting as he trembled. He shook his head in protest.
“Lady Arpen, this isn’t right. Please take it off!”
“Shh, Sir. Everyone is watching. And you need to keep your eyes open. You should be watching the ceremony.”
Heliod forced his wet eyes open, gritting his teeth as he tried to steady his breath. The sensation of the slime pressing down on him was so overwhelming that he could barely suppress the guttural groans rising in his throat.
“Ah, ngh, this feeling… ah.”
“It’s a bit heavy. Let me push it in all the way.”
“No, wait….”
Ignoring Heliod’s plea, I pushed the jar further down his length. The slime clung tightly, making it a bit difficult to push, but it soon molded to the shape of his penis, allowing the jar to slide smoothly down to his base, snugly encasing his testicles. Heliod’s head snapped back, his eyes widening as he inhaled sharply, his entire body going rigid.
“…Sir?”
Worried that it might be painful, I leaned in to inspect his penis, now fully engulfed by the slime. The sight of it encased in the greenish glass jar was mesmerizing. I tapped the jar lightly, and the slime, which had been as still as Heliod, began to contract and release rhythmically. Heliod’s upper body jerked forward as he struggled to keep his composure.
“Ngh, ah, ah!”
Even without additional movement, the slime repeatedly squeezed his member. The jar shook slightly as it moved up and down, and Heliod, oblivious to the staring crowd, let out a series of heated moans as he shook his head.
“Ah, ah, this feeling… ah, Lady Arpen… please, ngh!”
“Does it feel good?”
“The stimulation is… ngh, intense. Ah, hngh! Ah!”
It reminded me of how Heliod had reacted the last time I had taken him into my mouth—overwhelmed by the pleasure, he’d resisted fiercely, even crying, but in the end, he couldn’t hold back.
“Ah, ngh, ah!”
Heliod’s hips trembled uncontrollably. Tears streamed down his face as he twisted his head, and his desperate squirming almost caused him to slide off the chair as he finally came. Despite this, he kept his thighs forcibly apart, not wanting to hurt me, which allowed me a clear view of the glass jar as it filled with his release.
“…Hngh…”
Heliod’s body shuddered slightly as his hips remained raised, before finally settling down. He was still breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down. The slime, sensing the presence of his semen, began to constrict around the tip of his penis, attempting to consume it. Heliod, sensitive after his orgasm, squirmed in discomfort as the stimulation continued.
“Stop, ah, please, stop…”
“It seems like you’re enjoying this even without my help.”
“That’s not, ngh, true. Lady Arpen, please… take it off…!”
Even though the slime had consumed most of his release, it didn’t stop squeezing the tip of his penis, as if trying to extract more. Heliod’s mouth slowly opened in response to the overwhelming sensation.
“Ah, ah, please… stop!”
Soon enough, another spurt of fluid shot out, pushed to its limit. Heliod trembled violently, releasing a thin stream as his tear-streaked, sweat-drenched face stared up at the sky in a mix of shock and pleasure, his mouth hanging open.
I remained crouched between his legs, eyes wide in amazement.
‘Is this… a fountain?’
“Sir…?”
When he remained silent for a long time with his head bowed, I cautiously reached up to brush aside the hair that had fallen over his face. Heliod flinched and looked up, revealing a pitiable expression stained with tears. My heart thudded in my chest, and I asked softly,
“How was it? Are you okay?”
“…”
“Should I take it off now?”
The slime was still gently wriggling, likely feeding on the remaining fluids. Heliod blinked slowly, his wet eyelashes fluttering, before nodding weakly. I carefully turned the glass jar and lifted it off.
