Page 27 of Henrikk’s Masquerade

If only I could.

Another slap to his ass jerked him back to the present, and then another.

Eight, nine, ten, eleven strikes…

Henrikk had lost count, and he was speechless as Asher spanked him like a naughty child.

His cheeks were hot by the time the general was done, his hot pants fogging the air and obscuring his vision.

“Hold onto the railing,” Asher whispered, “And get ready to take my cum, Your Majesty.”

Henrikk obeyed and clutched at the bannister, his vision filled with stars as Asher fucked him slower, deeper, methodically. The general’s cries grew more strangled, and he gave a final shout as he finished inside him, groaning deep and low like a wounded man as he wrapped his arms around Henrikk and slumped, his heavy weight crushing him.

And his seed…

The prospect was as disgusting as it was enthralling.

And then he felt it. Warmth filled him as Asher’s cum flooded his ass. Henrikk’s cock was still pulsing with the dregs of his own orgasm, and the build-up of a new one that was too far out of reach. His body quaked and shuddered. He was a pathetic, numb mess.

“Say…it…” Asher heaved between pants.

Henrikk shook his head. The words Asher wanted him to say were right on the tip of his tongue, but he held back. Those three little words would be a betrayal of his resolve, threatening to undo everything that he’d accomplished. He’d sacrificed so many lives, including his own…

It cannot be for nothing.

As the world crashed around Henrikk, his fading almost-orgasm leaving him wrecked and exposed, he felt nothing but safe in Asher’s embrace. And in that moment of weakness, he nearly did it.

He nearly said the words.

He nearly said—

“Say that you love me back,” Asher begged.

Henrikk pushed himself off the bannister slowly, and this time, Asher did not stop him as he rose to his full height.

Henrikk winced as the general’s thick cock slid out of him, wet droplets splattering to his feet and trickling down the insides of his thighs. He wrenched up his trousers and made a show of buckling his belt as if he was indifferent to Asher’s presence.

As if he had been the one to fuck Asher.

As if he was still in control.

Even though his mind and body were reeling.

Even though his hands were shaking.

Even though his heart ached with futile hope.

Stop this foolishness. Now.

Henrikk made for the curtained door, stumbling as the tender soreness of his ass made him gasp. He kept going and was nearly through the curtains when Asher called after him, halting him in his tracks.

“I love you, Henrikk. Unwaveringly. I do not pretend it is easy, but I do. And I know you feel the same for me. I only wish you would admit it.”

“Wish for something else,” Henrikk growled, staring at his feet.

Asher did not move, but his voice reached out to him, inviting him back. “Please, Henrikk. It would mean the world to me.”

Henrikk sighed, opened his mouth, but caught himself just in time. He composed himself and faced Asher with a practised sneer on his features. “How unfortunate you should feel that way. I could say those words you hold so dear, and it would be easy, for I wouldn’t mean them at all.”