Second Life, I’m Dying Soon Chapter 62

 

TW/CW: SEXUAL ASSAULT, NON-CONSENSUAL ORAL SEX

 

Chapter 62

 

“Ah—ngh, mm, h–hng, M-Master! It feels good. Ah—so good!”

The bed-slave sprawled across the mattress, legs spread wide, panting shamelessly. The Marquis of Valeri had the slave’s small cock in his mouth, sucking noisily.

Cecil lay bound right beside them, forced to endure every obscene sound and every tremor shaking the bed, praying with all his heart that this hellish stretch of time would pass as quickly as possible.

At last, the marquis spat the cock from his mouth and leaned back, sweat and oil glistening across his flushed face.

“That’s enough. Haa… you two can finish each other off. Your master has more important business to attend to now.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the two slaves lunged for one another, tangling together, grinding their lower bodies and devouring each other’s lips without a shred of restraint.

The marquis watched with deep satisfaction.

“You see? Every last one of them is my creation.”

“Creation? You filthy pervert—now you’re spouting nonsense too. I wonder if you’ll still talk like that when you’re standing in front of the executioner’s blade.”

“Oh my… even now, you refuse to give up? That kind of persistence is impressive.”

The marquis laughed softly as he looked down at Cecil, whose strength had visibly drained.

He had absolute faith in the drug. No matter how fiercely Cecil resisted now, he would soon collapse just like the slaves, drunk on the pleasure Valeri bestowed, crawling into his arms of his own accord.

“Go on—be crueler. Struggle. Cry as much as you like.”

“……”

“Oh? Not even going to speak anymore? Very well. Let’s see how long you can last.”

The marquis loosened the red rope binding Cecil’s torso, leaving his arms and legs restrained. Thick, fleshy hands slid beneath Cecil’s clothes, roaming over his flat stomach and chest.

Hot breath and crushing weight pressed down on him. Pinning Cecil beneath him, Valeri fondled bare skin and buried his face into the scent gathered at the nape of Cecil’s neck, letting out a reverent groan.

“Haa… just as I imagined. Your skin is so smooth. Soft enough to rival silk.”

“……”

“And how sensitive are your nipples, hm? Has anyone other than me ever sucked on them like this? What about your cock? You’ve taken a man’s dick up your ass too, haven’t you?”

The marquis hurled filthy lewd remarks as he greedily sucked on Cecil’s chest. The thin fabric quickly became soaked with saliva, and through the now semi-transparent cloth, the pretty pink nipples were faintly visible.

“To think… haa… that the day would come when I’d have you beneath me. I can hardly believe it.”

The utterly aroused Marquis Valeri climbed over Cecil’s chest, neck, and even into his ear canal, sucking and wetting his flesh with wet kisses.

Cecil clenched his fists and ground his teeth together.

Every time that slimy tongue brushed against him, he wanted to carve out his own flesh, but he couldn’t utter a single word. All he could manage was to hide his fear from the marquis.

“Tch. It’s no fun if you don’t make any noise.”

Seeing Cecil frozen stiff as a statue, the Marquis Valeri snapped in irritation. He scrambled to his feet and hastily undid his trouser fly.

Despite his massive frame, what he pulled free was pathetically small. Still, the marquis fondled it proudly, as if it were some priceless treasure.

“Still, that glare of yours—now that’s worth seeing.”

“…Marquis. It’s not too late. Let me go now, and I’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”

“Pfft. Do I look like a fool?”

The marquis grabbed Cecil’s bangs tightly and yanked them back. Cecil’s face contorted as his scalp was pulled taut, his face pressed against the marquis’s dark cock.

“I’ll violate you so shamefully that you’ll never dare speak of this to anyone.”

“Ugh—! You… bastard!”

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been grinding my teeth over this? Ever since that day—hoo—I’ve been waiting to pay you back! And when you think about it, you’re not even true royalty. No imperial blood at all! You just got lucky enough to steal that position!”

The blunt tip of his penis jabbed at Cecil’s soft cheek, eyelid, and the corner of his mouth, while sticky secretions drew lines everywhere.

Fearing the marquis’ filthy thing would thrust into his mouth if he opened it, Cecil clenched his teeth so hard his molars ground together.

That ferocity only excited the marquis further. He exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring.

“Open up and behave. I’ll feed you plenty of the cock-juice you love so much—hoo—and instead of being grateful…!”

Just as he smeared the sticky fluid across Cecil’s pallid face—

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The marquis froze.

“What the hell?”

BANG! BANG! BANG!!

Another loud noise came from outside, and the marquis jumped up from his seat.

No one would visit the marquis’s mansion at this late hour. Marquis Valeri pressed himself against the window beside the bed to observe the situation outside.

A dark figure, presumably a person, was vaguely visible in front of the mansion. But with the rain pouring down in torrents and the distance considerable, it was difficult to discern who it was or where they came from.

“Help! Someone—there’s someone trapped—!”

“Shh! Shut up!”

Cecil seized the moment to shout, but the marquis reflexively clamped a hand over his mouth and jaw.

“Be quiet!”

“Mmph—mmph!”

Moments later, there was a knock at the door. Outside, the head butler spoke in a trembling voice.

“My lord… you must come out for a moment.”

“Who dares disturb me?! Didn’t I say not to interrupt?!”

“It’s… it’s the palace. The Imperial Knights have arrived.”

“What?”

The marquis jumped up. Of all people, the Imperial Knights! There couldn’t be a worse visitor.

“W-Wait! I’ll be right there—just a moment!”

The marquis gagged Cecil’s mouth, then hastily adjusted his trousers. He was so startled that his erect penis, unable to release, had gone limp.

After neatly arranging his clothes, he blew out several breaths in quick succession, calming his trembling breathing. His forehead was drenched in sweat, but fortunately, his expression had returned to normal.

“Watch him while I’m gone!”

“Y-Yes… my lord.”

The old butler, suddenly tasked with surveillance, approached stiffly.

The door slammed shut, finally allowing him to see inside the room. The sight of Cecil, tightly bound with ropes and gagged, made his vision go blurry.

“Th-This… is this really all right? What are you planning to do…?”

He was well aware that the Marquis Valeri, whom he had served for so long, was a pervert beyond words. He was the sort who brought home young men almost daily to indulge in violent intercourse.

After being abandoned by his family and turning to drugs, his perverted behavior had grown even more extreme. Knowing his master’s private affairs, the butler had pretended not to notice and turned a blind eye.

But this current situation was clearly rape. And the victim was a member of the royal family, someone he dared not touch.

If this became known, the Valeri family would surely be stripped of their noble status, and the marquis himself would likely lose his life.

The butler stood frozen, unsure what to do, watching the situation unfold. Then, his eyes met Cecil’s. His emerald eyes were so fiercely glaring that the butler instinctively cowered, bowing his head.

Those emerald eyes burned with savage intensity. The butler recoiled, bowing deeply.

“…I’m sorry. I truly… can’t do anything. Forgive me.”

Cecil growled behind the gag. The Imperial Knights wouldn’t have come for nothing. They were here for him.

He forced his clouded mind to focus. He had to let them know—had to make them realize he was here.

Downstairs, the marquis thundered down the steps and opened the door.

As he opened the door, a fierce storm swept into the entrance hall, revealing several robustly built men.

“So you came looking for me? At this hour, no less. What is the meaning of this?”

“Marquis Valeri. We have something to ask you.”

Clad in black raincoats, they looked less like knights and more like grim reapers came to collect him.

“Ask, then.”

The knight at the front studied Valeri’s face intently.

“We are searching for someone. Is Cecil Adrian here by any chance?”

Marquis Valeri clenched his jaw and swallowed hard. He managed to compose a calm face, even snorting derisively as he replied.

“Absurd. Why would Cecil be here?”

“Are you certain?”

“Of course! You’re looking in the wrong place entirely. I’m not on good terms with him. There’s no reason for me to host him.”

The knights exchanged glances. Realizing they were also in the wrong place, their expressions darkened further.

They turned their heads to look at the figure standing a step back. His posture seemed to await orders, drawing the gaze of the Marquis Valeri, who was unaware of the situation, toward the man.

“Not on good terms… with Cecil, you say?”

The man slowly pulled down the hood of the raincoat covering his head. His platinum hair shone distinctly in the darkness, and in that instant, lightning cracked across the sky, its flash illuminating the scene.