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With Jin-Woo home from the front lines, Su-Ho spent more time with him as a family. Su-Ho didn't waste a second grabbing his father's attention away from the marshals and demanding to make up for having left him. Not that Su-Ho complained that the shadows at home were insufficient in suppressing the loneliness and satisfying his urges, but he wanted Jin-Woo present in his life.
It felt surreal to have Jin-Woo with him every day without the war interrupting their time. Part of Jin-Woo's routine was to make sure Su-Ho had everything he needed. Spending time with him required knowing exactly what Jin-Woo had missed. They had meals together, then short trips outside the castle such as visiting the dwarves' grounds for new inventions and tinkering at the forge.
There was an ongoing project to build a statue of the two of them. Su-Ho assumed it was Jin-Woo's idea, but he learned that the shadows liked to express their loyalty. Jin-Woo didn't feel the need to deny their ideas as long as they didn't create trouble. After all, how crazy could this statue get?
Their next spot was the lake where they decided to fish. Su-Ho tried his best, but his catches kept escaping him. Jin-Woo yielded several in his bucket, leaving a pouty Su-Ho annoyed at the time wasted and nothing to show for it.
Obviously, Su-Ho wanted to impress him at his first go, but Jin-Woo was exceptionally talented in general. He couldn't hate him for that. Su-Ho sighed in dejection, only for Jin-Woo to grab him by the chin and peck his lips. The good luck kiss took Su-Ho by surprise; his heart skipped a beat.
It gave Su-Ho the motivation to try again. All it took was patience, a bit of guidance, and encouragement. This activity was meant to help them relax and enjoy the quiet atmosphere. There wasn't a competition to see who could catch the most fish, so Su-Ho didn't need to worry about it. In the end, they had a delicious meal by the fire.
After a day's worth of fun, Su-Ho was happy to fall back into bed and sleep in Jin-Woo's arms again. They cuddled, basking in each other's heat and scent. They spoke nothing of the battles Jin-Woo faced; only their hands on each other did the talking.
Jin-Woo stripped him down, admiring Su-Ho's boyhood and pubescent figure. "Su-Ho, you are a temptation."
"Daddy," Su-Ho whispered as Jin-Woo pushed his palms against the soft thighs outward and the limp cocklet hanging where he nuzzled the flesh. "Daddy, don't-ah..."
"Don't what? You dare play innocent with me when you're like this?" Jin-Woo inhaled, pressing his face where he licked the tiny bead coming out from Su-Ho's tip, gradually arousing the length until it stiffened.
"No, no. Daddy..." Su-Ho easily left himself open as a delicacy, murmuring to Jin-Woo to fuck his greedy hole with his tongue. Oh, how he loved it when Jin-Woo licked around his sensitive rim, lapping it up and into his taint. His legs forcibly pressed back as Su-Ho reached his orgasm.
It wasn't enough to satisfy Jin-Woo and leave it at that.
"I have something for you to celebrate this important day."
"Really?"
In thin air, a silver gift box appeared and landed in Jin-Woo's hand.
"It's not much, but you'll forgive me."
Jin-Woo dressed him in rare jewels that outlined his neck and waist. The white veil covered his face, leaving a view of Su-Ho's ruby lips smeared with lipstick. Vanilla stockings hugged his knees with a garter belt around one thigh. In kneeling, Su-Ho spread his legs for Jin-Woo, showing off his lacy thong hiding the not-so-obvious erection.
Su-Ho stroked his front at a fitting pace, soaking the thin fabric as intended. He hitched his breath with shaky legs when he squeezed too hard, then gave Jin-Woo a peek of his pink tip glistening with precome before hiding it again.
Su-Ho's face blushed furiously when Jin-Woo told him about the wedding. He was too embarrassed to say anything that would make him sound silly. In his state, he looked more like a treasure meant to be locked away. If it were Jin-Woo's wish, Su-Ho wouldn't mind because he'd do anything to remain a good boy in his eyes.
Jin-Woo tugged on the collar by its leash to remind Su-Ho of his place, hearing Su-Ho's sharp gasp as he reared his head forward. "Enough."
"Daddy," Su-Ho whined. His palms scraped against the floor between Jin-Woo's legs. The bulge rose noticeably against the black slacks. He wanted to press his mouth against it as he licked the strawberry-flavored tint of his bottom lip, imagining how amazing it would be to have Jin-Woo fuck his mouth again.
"You shouldn't think of anything else except our marriage. No one is to disturb us tonight. We can take our time and enjoy ourselves."
"Y-Yes, Daddy." The crazy thumping in Su-Ho's chest went wild. "I like that."
"Well? Are you ready to consummate our union?"
"Mmhm." Su-Ho shuffled forward, closer to his reward. He smelled the faint musk and spicy notes filling his nose. "I want to cum a lot when you fuck me. Does Daddy feel the same?" His eyes were hopeful.
"Hm." Jin-Woo moved his foot and massaged Su-Ho's penis, ignoring the wetness accumulating against his sole.
It felt wrong for Su-Ho to pull back, so he started humping against it. The string loosened. He would prove obedient anyway, never questioning Jin-Woo's motives. He saw his dick trying to slide between Jin-Woo's toes, and a part of him said to keep going, spilling into the dips with his sticky essence.
"Naughty child. I know you can handle anything I give you." Jin-Woo unzipped his slacks. Su-Ho's eyes widened. "I'm very proud of you, my son. Now, take a seat."
"Daddy..." Su-Ho craved more when Jin-Woo's foot retreated and moved.
Moans took root when Su-Ho rode his father and received what was promised. Seed filled his passageway, leaving Su-Ho satiated, purely fucked out of his mind. He cried plenty of times. Tears fell, and kisses swept them away. Through the sweet praises, Su-Ho knew he was a good boy, and a good boy always did as he was told.
Every night since their wedding, Su-Ho experienced more delights, and in those long hours, he didn't hold regrets in his heart. He was Jin-Woo's son. His body belonged to him.
Until Jin-Woo left for a short period.
Su-Ho grew dejected. Nihility came to visit and check on him.
They swarmed like a hive around Su-Ho in greeting, so very fond of the monarch's child that they stayed by his side to provide him company. Su-Ho missed them, too. It lifted his spirits, especially when he was fascinated by the human-like form following behind him as they walked around the castle.
Sometimes they traveled like a calm river or hid in Su-Ho's shadow, listening to the boy's views and concerns. Su-Ho told them that he wished he was strong enough to fight alongside Jin-Woo. He knew Jin-Woo wanted to protect him, but he couldn't do it forever, right? If Su-Ho continued his training and worked harder to stand by his side, then Jin-Woo wouldn't have to worry.
Su-Ho could practice with a blade and plenty of instructors to show him the way. None of it was impossible. He didn't know what he should do, what Jin-Woo would say about it.
Nihility spiraled around Su-Ho's arm like a snake. Its tongue poked Su-Ho's cheek for a kiss, bringing out a faint smile. Su-Ho shouldn't have these thoughts when Jin-Woo would do anything to keep him safe.
Trust your father. He is not so easily defeated.
Against the Itarim, you do not have the power to face them.
But it is not without merit to want to grow stronger.
A discussion that you and your father should have.
Enjoy the spoils of your youth now.
Your father's love.
You know what he intends to do with you.
Nihility slinked around Su-Ho's neck like a scarf.
Su-Ho sucked in air. "I'm to give him... children."
Yes.
They stopped at the library. Su-Ho went through the double doors and climbed up the spiral staircase, letting his feet take him to a destination. The lounging area by the window had a desk with a lamp on top. Against the glass was a seating area with fluffed square pillows and a rolled-up blanket for a good rest. Each shelf adorned potted plants and miniature animal figurines lined up between them. Su-Ho thought they were cute as he examined each one in greater detail.
With a large collection of texts, it would take an entire lifetime to finish them. Su-Ho could practically stay here and never run out of reading material until he thought about carrying Jin-Woo's baby. Strange, yet Su-Ho wanted this. Out of love. Out of family. The hints Su-Ho picked up in the past were there.
The belly rubs and intense sex were more than enough to show how much Jin-Woo intended to impregnate him, while the shadows showered him with affection, pushing his body to the limits.
"Shit..." Su-Ho wanted Jin-Woo home, wished he could steal him away from the battlefield. On his knees, he would show how eager he was to take any offering he could get. A father's love was generous and lasting as the cosmos itself.
They deserved a quiet life, but Jin-Woo had too many enemies. They could never rest knowing that Jin-Woo had to leave home. Always waiting and waiting. It made Su-Ho angry for a fleeting moment.
Calm yourself. Nihility tickled Su-Ho's sides until the young monarch was out of breath from laughing too hard. They very much liked the noises Su-Ho made and kissed the juncture of Su-Ho's neck. Relax. Their body pressed against Su-Ho's back in an embrace, applying gentle pressure along his spine and down to his calves.
Out came a sigh, then a muscle twitch. Su-Ho gritted his teeth when they squeezed his buttocks. "Let go." He tried to turn around, but they kept him frozen in place as they tried to pull down his shorts. "I don't want to!"
Su-Ho grabbed the hem fast. He wasn't in the mood to play, even though Nihility turned Su-Ho's face with a sole tentacle, brushing his cheek with inquisitive strokes. Su-Ho closed his eyes, trembling as Nihility removed his shirt next.
You're afraid, but not for the reason you think.
Nihility seized Su-Ho's grip from the waistline.
Missing your father does not help you. Time is cruel to your growth.
They tugged the pants down.
Did you believe we would leave you empty?
Su-Ho squirmed, clenching his legs together to hide his privates.
You want to fight this, fight me. Nihility forced Su-Ho's legs apart. I'm not your enemy, but an opportunity. We had planned this accordingly.
Did they intend to go further?
Nihility was stronger against him. Su-Ho knew deep down not to refuse them. This was expected. He didn't usually mind if Nihility or the other shadows wanted to touch him. He had been good to them, serving them well as they cared about his needs and trained his body. Loving them was enough. It made him happy because he wasn't truly alone.
Do not forget you have a greater purpose.
We wish to prepare you.
There is nothing more we want.
You are fortunate to receive us.
Nihility threw him against the desk. Despite the palpitations running wild in his rib cage, Su-Ho winced at the creeping excitement doubling in his gut. While they weren't Jin-Woo, Su-Ho accepted his place. Nihility grabbed a fistful of hair and pressed him into the cold, hard table.
Su-Ho choked, hard between his legs. He bucked against the weight on him, only to find out he was rubbing himself against a wall. Nihility captured his rod and encased it as if someone was jerking him off.
"Stop! I don't want to cum."
Our liege demands that you yield.
Do not continue fighting.
You will do as you are told.
Pain is inevitable.
"Huh?" Was his father watching him at this very moment? Su-Ho wanted to question it, a tiny reluctance, until Nihility passed through the ring of muscles without warning. The discomfort shot up his back. Su-Ho tried to steel himself from looking weak in front of them, but the momentum seized his throat, then out came the howls through the obscenity, legs wrestling for the last fight within him.
His entire body rocking into the edge. Lips parted, opening with his moans of euphoria. The hurt subsided, only to understand the comfort of knowing Jin-Woo was watching the scene unfold. Su-Ho kept begging, kept crying for Nihlity to go faster.
Mana discharged inside him.
The immaculate son. Your radiance is blinding.
He wishes to see more of you.
Su-Ho panted while his body turned over. He noticed a difference.
Starting here.
Nihility brushed their large skeletal hands over the undersized breasts developing. They were a dusty brown, subtle pink at the bulbous tip. Su-Ho's prick stayed hard, leaking into Nihility's body as they massaged with slow strokes and rolled his sacks. Su-Ho liked it, wetting for Jin-Woo.
"Daddy," Su-Ho whispered, then took a deep breath as Nihility's cock stretched him inside by increasing their size. Bigger than he expected, and it took the air out of his lungs.
Oh.
Our liege is generous to give us this moment.
We will not waste it.
You understand that this is his will too.
Show us your surrender.
Su-Ho trembled at the warbling words echoing. He lifted his arms above his head, tentacles tied his wrists against the table. Legs spread as wide as he could, presenting himself with his arousal in need of release. The darkness aided Su-Ho by keeping him on the surface and ready.
"Want Daddy's pretty cock." Su-Ho licked his lips. Without a second to waste, he simulated a rocking motion into Nihility. Growing impatient, he growled like a pup that didn't receive enough sustenance and spotted the deranged smile with jagged teeth. Since Jin-Woo had his eyes on him, Su-Ho gazed at Nihility with a soundless purpose, hungering for Jin-Woo to take his dirty little hole.
"I need you, Daddy. I want to feel you so badly."
Nihility's mouth grew wider.
"I-I want to cum for you."
Nihility rushed in like a tidal wave hitting the shoreline, beating Su-Ho's prostate with precision. The onslaught didn't slow, nor did Su-Ho want it to. Su-Ho came beautifully, breathless with satisfaction on his sweaty, flushed face. Cum pooled on his belly.
Their lips joined. Su-Ho mewled, and Nihility mimicked with an enthusiastic kiss. Su-Ho was strangely enamored by the action, keening in and letting his tongue teasingly lick around the mass where the mouth was. He repeated it, gasping as Nihility's body rippled in motion, deriving pleasure from Su-Ho's willingness. They pulled out of him and stepped back.
Su-Ho frowned at the sudden change. He then saw a glowing purple gate emerge from the center of Nihility's body. "Is... Is that you? You came back?"
Jin-Woo entered the room, maintaining a calm presence. He studied Su-Ho's state. "A job well done. Thank you, Nihility. You may go."
It was an honor, my liege. Nihility exited the room as its body sank into a puddle. They sent Su-Ho one last look and bowed their head before disappearing into the shadows, leaving the two of them alone.
"You always surprise me, Su-Ho." Jin-Woo took out his erection. "It's only fair that I reward you for your performance once more. I apologize for their discretion. You understand that it's necessary to indulge in these fantasies."
"Daddy knows what's best for me." Su-Ho automatically wrapped his legs around Jin-Woo. "Only you can satisfy me."
"Exactly." Jin-Woo pushed in without hesitation.
Su-Ho threw his head back. He fell into a sobbing mess behind closed doors. Jin-Woo fucked him into complete oblivion as intended, wet skin slapping and balls rocking into the boy. Over and over, Su-Ho couldn't beg for mercy as he was overstimulated, spilling fluids that collected on the floor. His buds looked alarmingly pink, swollen hills. With a flick of Jin-Woo's finger, a surprise came out.
"Mm! What's... What's that?"
Jin-Woo collected it with his finger and offered it to Su-Ho. It had a mild, sweet taste, and it came from his body too. Jin-Woo explained how important the milk was for a baby's growth after childbirth. Su-Ho's body was expected to produce it and be ready for conception whenever Jin-Woo wanted. It seemed Su-Ho hit the stage earlier than expected.
"It's not a cause for alarm." Jin-Woo pressed into the soft skin, watching more of the delicious treat spurt out from Su-Ho's teat. "Fascinating."
"Will it hurt when I-I... You know," Su-Ho asked nervously.
Jin-Woo hovered a hand over the boy's flat belly. "Do you trust me?"
"I do," Su-Ho answered immediately. "I never..."
"I know. This is your first time bearing me a child. I can't say it won't hurt, but as long as you're with me, your happiness is set. It will be a joyous event for us." Jin-Woo's words began to ease Su-Ho's worries. He reached out, cupping Su-Ho's chin. "Our future is written."
"Dad." Su-Ho closed his eyes.
Jin-Woo leaned in, capturing the dewy lips.
Days later.
The development around Su-Ho's chest grew more obvious. The satin bra didn't bother to hide the milk flowing out in droplets. His nipples poked through the slit, allowing Jin-Woo to take a closer look.
"Not bad," Jin-Woo smirked, pulling the material to the side. "They're full of milk again. Should I relieve them for you?"
"No... They're really sensitive. The last time you did, they hurt. I couldn't even wear a shirt!" Su-Ho remembered how annoyed he had been and banned Jin-Woo from any excessive behavior towards his breasts.
"How disappointing. At least let me admire them." Jin-Woo pinched both teats. "They're wonderful."
"Dad...!" Su-Ho yelled, his cheeks reddening. More milk came out again. "Nngh! Leave them alone!"
"All right, all right. I'll stop before I'm scolded to no end." Jin-Woo smiled, licking the little milk he had on his thumb. "Take the bra off."
"You're a bully." Su-Ho unhooked his top, revealing the natural roundness of his breasts hanging out. When he looked in the mirror earlier in the day, they were small and lacked milk. "I don't think I like you anymore."
"Oh dear, the dramatics. Well, I very much like you." Jin-Woo pulled Su-Ho's panties down, revealing the dampness that had accumulated. "Wet again?" He rubbed the sticky cotton lining. "Have you been thinking dirty thoughts about me?"
"No..." Su-Ho answered despite his body changing, mildly charged up every time Jin-Woo touched him. He lifted his legs to remove his undies and brushed them aside. "Hey!" His legs spread as Jin-Woo nudged them apart with his feet.
"Liar." Jin-Woo held Su-Ho's cocklet as he kissed his boy's head. "I can't help myself when you're in this state. I'm holding back from fucking your chest right now. This is a simple mercy I grant for now. Will you deny me next time?"
Su-Ho swallowed the feeling and whispered, "No, Daddy."
He had been at his father's beck and call. His body reacted incredibly well without Jin-Woo's training. It was out of his love that his obedience remained impeccable, but there was always this will to defy his father. This time, Su-Ho was lucky enough not to piss Jin-Woo off. He didn't want to know what would happen if he tried. It didn't feel right.
"Daddy can touch me anywhere." Su-Ho meant it. "When will we start the..." He looked down at his stomach.
"Tonight."