He had died, Samuel and Oscar had already passed on to other lives, now "David" has once again passed on his fate, after four continuous horrible, degrading and very unhuman deaths, he was reborn as a nobleman, with an interesting romance.
The transmigration into that body was a challenge, the boy lives sick, so it was absolute chaos. In the body of the son of the noble Count Conner, Emanuel Conner, son of the great Count Conner, eldest son, with fragile health, and a simple life, of course as is known in his life, his luck was wonderful only for a few hours, he avoided becoming a purple pulp by the main character of this novel, who had come to his father's bank to ask for help, and as the eldest son he had refused him, but like a depressed patient, the character of this novel had done anger the young character, so he killed him with clean punches.
Although he was able to avoid that, he couldn't prevent the physical effort and stress of the situation from making him spit up blood and faint as soon as he got home. His fortune was quite good, his only consolation in this life was money, the same thing he spent, he constantly donated it, he gave it to whoever needed it, although he stole from bad guys, murderers and dismantled orders of criminals, clearly through subordinates, he could not avoid spending and investing in more people.
He needed a lot of money if he wanted to live well, especially if he wanted to help raise children, children who have been orphaned by wars and plagues, which is why he is always donating and contributing. Although he would not deny, the little pregnant egg on his very well-off food was a dragon, he hoped to be able to help and guide that child well, before dying.
That was his life, light, fleeting, and very well planned, while his father and the nobility, as the commoners saw a tired and exhausted young man, he created large networks of information and actions, a complete and light life, but..., but the truth is, there was something else, a small secret, that he did not know exactly when their relationship began, he did not know how it all began, well, yes. In the romantic area I didn't know it, but when they crossed the line of sexuality it was different, something was remembered, but that wasn't the important thing.
Although, it was just strange, from being naked with just a towel, to being underneath him moaning, taking his pleasure, his caresses completely, he had only been in that body for ten days, when that happened, he couldn't deny that it was pleasurable, but strange, very strange.
Sigh, I didn't really understand it, but yes, Emmanuel had a very good taste in choosing partners, although he didn't understand why he was so sick, he had intimacy so often, but here he was again under him moaning, gasping, biting his hand when his moans were too loud, he didn't want to wake up the youngest members of his house, although they were young children, they would ask questions, especially if he was taking care of them like a father.
When his sexual life began, the first thing he did was give the children rooms as far away from his room, oh, well that's what Emmanuel's diary said, but he was more extreme, he left the children on the first floor, and upstairs only the minors who needed more attention, who if they heard something, they did not need to remember any trauma, it was easy to move the children, telling them that they would like to see how they grew, and became more responsible, but it was only so that he could bring his lover to bed, without worrying about being discovered.
The original Emmanuel was an intelligent young man, with quite interesting interests.
"More, sir?" The voice was firm, thick, but it had the very noticeable panting and desire in it.
He couldn't help but let out a gravely shameless sound when the firm question hit his ear, whispering sweet words to him on purpose, loving him softly every night, it was embarrassing, too embarrassing. He was ashamed, he hid his face against the pillow, while Sir Alexis gently pushed inside him, he did it on purpose, with the touch of slowness that drove him crazy, extremely slow to make him beg.
This crazy.
They were shameless, he knows how many times they were intimate, Alexis knew every point of his misery in his life, it made him tremble, moan and collapse. The worst thing is that this man withdrew from the room, just to taste their united bodies.
"Uhgm!" he moaned softly into the pillow.
Alexis's tongue moved slowly, that was torture, she missed the lubricant, she missed it, but this made her feel even better, not every day you have Alexis Valley devouring you, without preamble, her boy was hungry.
A blessing as well as a curse, Alexis' completely complementary sensuality was.
He has had thousands of lovers in his reincarnations, both women and men, even mythical beasts, but he could tell that Alexis had a perfect and wise mouth to touch. His language was so good, but it was so shameful at the same time, this was not common among nobles, the previous times he had been the most chaste and humble in his life, well, except with Samuel and Oscar. A combination of forbidden love and debauchery that left him dry, nervous swallowing, the mere thought that he was licking, the thought that he was behind him devouring all of his essence, it was crazy.
Alexis had passed the limit of his excitement to do that, being the youngest head chef, he has had a germophobia for many years, and has maintained cleanliness without preamble, but now seeing him on top of him, licking his mouth, tasting his essence, it was too much, he thought clearly with another head, he was a pervert by all standards, but I couldn't blame him, because it was something he wanted to have all his life.
He screamed when it entered suddenly, hitting the spot inside him, he gasped when the firm hand that held him, his thigh, spread his legs wider, it was embarrassing, too much for him, he had starved in the streets, without tasting pleasures in more than one hundred and fifty years, but now he was having his own sexual life so active, so vulgar, that it was crazy...but...,but, who was there to deny it, he couldn't, so he simply allowed it. He sobbed when a firm arm went over his abdomen taking his cock, he wanted to release so badly, he really needed that, the pounding intensified, those long, thick fingers were spanking his aching hole, they were trying to open it up further.
It was going to break!
He screamed, annoyed and at the same time overstimulated, he felt that something was missing, more was missing, he looked at Alexis desperately, and the idiot laughed, mocking his face for his anxiety, and need; He wanted to punch him, but it wasn't the time, so he did it, he stayed against him, watching him grind him, kiss him, touch him, he slid gracefully over him, turning him completely, his body was hot, sticky, sore, but he was ready for Alexis as many times as she wanted, again all night if necessary. He pouted a little at his lover, who kept looking at him. With great care, Alexis slid his member inside him again, they were soft and constant strokes.
He hisses a little, although his fingers are thick, his damn cock may not be the longest, but it was fucking thick, and that frustrated him when he took it, because no matter how thick it was, the end was even worse, but it was worth it, it was worth that little pain, for then everything that came. Although right now it hurt from the overstimulation. Because even if they did it daily, Alexis would never be able to keep Emmanuel loose, it was just him and that tight hole that drove his lover crazy.
"Emmanuel," his lover called.
Pushing a hard thrust into him, making him arch his back and moan audible, too audible, not to be noticed. He was anxious, I could feel it, his arms tense, his jaw clenched, his member throbbing like crazy inside him, I just took the pillow and bit it, he took it as a sign. It was just hard inside him, he knew he was spilling at his touch, his lover had also told him that moaning his name was something he continually wanted, moaning, screaming, calling him, begging him, she loved seeing him, completely ecstatic with his body, they both loved pleasing the other. But the children couldn't be woken up.
He refused to let the children wake up because of his screams.
"David," she called him her lover.
He couldn't help it, he tensed slightly embarrassed, he was very shy when he called him by his middle name, Emmanuel David, strange that his name was used after a century of reincarnation.
It was worth these night visits, this life, and these sacrifices.