If You Devour Poison / Doku Wo Kurawaba Sara Made Chapter 28: Thunder (NSFW)

In the past, he’d seen a kitten get stuck on a branch after climbing a tree, unable to get itself down.
Even when he tried to help the kitten down, it just flashed its claws at him and then escaped higher up into the tree.
No matter how he reassured the kitten he would catch it, in the end it became unable to move, trembling as it clung to the tree and he failed to save it.

“Hey, you—don’t think about pointless things.”
“…I’m not.”
“Crap… what a shameful situation.”

Jolga had never seen Anderheim like this, uttering complaints as he sat atop the branch, in a rare show of emotion. Compared to Anderheim’s habitual distasteful sneer that seemed to reveal his deceitful intentions, this was far more enticing.
…Enticing?
Jolga was surprised by his own feelings.
He looked up at Anderheim, still stuck in the tree.
He was known as the biggest scourge of Palcemith, but was in fact an extraordinary strategist. A patriotic Prime Minister, who’d thrown away even his daughter and dignity, becoming a scapegoat, all to protect the kingdom.
He had continued to take on Jolga’s resentment, all so he could protect Jolga’s heart.
Pale blue lightning fell from the sky, tearing through the curtain of rain clouds the late afternoon sun was barely peeking through.
At the thundering that followed the strike, Anderheim’s hand accidentally slipped from the branch. He fell, and Jolga easily caught Anderheim in his burly arms.

“Are you all right, Lord Anderheim?”
“This is… terrible…!

Jolga held Anderhiem as the man continued to swear and whistled through his fingers. His horse came running at the summons, and Jolga set Anderheim atop the steed. He mounted immediately after, and, one foot in the stirrups, began riding despite the rain. The Luft River had already breached its banks, the riverbank construction swept away in the muddy waters.

“We can’t go back…?”

In order to reach the paved road at the top of the slope, they would have to ride pillion, forcing the horse to struggle against the rising waters while carrying double. It would be a dangerous gamble to cross, but if they didn’t, they would be forced to take a long detour around. With the thunderstorm growing more fierce, it wasn’t wise to remain outside for long on horseback.

“It can’t be helped…!”

Pulling the reins, Jolga guided his horse to the forest with massive trees, the very same place he had warned Anderheim was dangerous.

“Hey!”

Hearing Anderheim reproach him from behind, Jolga looked over his shoulder and replied while they rode on.

“There’s a hunter’s cabin a little ways ahead.”
“…Are you… sure?”
“I’ve used it in the past during the deer season. It’s most likely empty at the moment.”

Just as Jolga had said, they reached the small cabin before even a half-hour had passed. It stood alone, surrounded by the forest’s big trees.
He opened the wooden door with a key hidden under a lantern hanging beneath the eaves, and then hitched his horse to the rings fitted in the wall with a casual ease. The more Anderheim watched Jolga, the more he felt certain Jolga truly had been here countless times before.
The cabin itself was a simple log house with a wooden floor, but the walls were lined with hunting tools. The soft pelt of some long-haired beast was spread out in front of a brick fireplace. It seemed as if it was still being used from time to time, as it didn’t smell of mold at all.

“I’ll build a fire at once. Please wait.”
“Ahh… got it.”

Skilfully using flint and some dry tinder, Jolga created a spark and fed the fire by putting kindling atop the fire dog, the metal bars that supported the wood within the fireplace. Once the larger logs of kindling had caught fire, burning with a steady flame, he retrieved some of the water stored in the cabin and heated it above the fire in a copper vessel.
In the meantime, Anderheim, who was feeling a heavy chill in his body now that he was out of the rain, began to slowly remove his dripping wet clothes, shivering as he did so. As he struggled to unfasten his cravat, the elegant, ruffled, detachable collar soaked through by the rain, with his numb fingers, Jolga, who had already stripped down to his undergarments, reached out and undid it for him. Peeling off Anderheim’s blouse, Jolga shoved a blanket at him and forced him to sit beside the fireplace.

“…You seem quite used to this.”

Sitting beside Anderheim, who was trembling under the blanket, Jolga gave a light laugh as he adjusted the firewood with the fire iron.

“It’s crucial for a soldier to have experience with marching in the rain.”
“I see.”
“Here, drink this. It should warm you up.”

Jolga fetched his hip flask and poured some of the brandy inside the small container into the brass cup he’d warmed above the fire, mixing it with some of the warm water from the copper pan. He wrapped the warm drink in a cloth and handed it over to Anderheim. After giving it a small sniff to ascertain the contents, Anderheim held it in both hands and began to sip at the brandy-hot water cocktail.
Jolga mixed himself a similar drink, and holding it one hand, reported to Anderheim about the crisis Julieta and Malacia were in. Anderheim’s eyes grew wide and he jumped to his feet and shouted, “This isn’t time to sit and chat with me!” After being informed that Sigurd and Lutora had already rescued the pair, he let out a long sigh of relief and sank back down onto the rug.

“Thank goodness…”

Illuminated by the pale orange light of the flames, his profile with his cheeks slackened, seemed all the more relaxed and gentle.
Realizing his intermittent incoherent mutterings had come to a sudden halt, Jolga turned to look at Anderheim. Anderheim was dozing off, his bangs let down over his face.

“…There.”

Before the cup could fall from Anderheim’s hands, Jolga took it out of the other man’s loose fingers. He then caught Anderhim’s leaning body, and holding him with one arm, Jolga gently lowered the slender body down on top of the fur. The silver strands that hid Anderheim’s pale forehead tickled Jolga’s fingers. Anderheim’s expression with his eyes closed seemed overly innocent, and the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed was extremely light, just like a child.

“…”

The descendant of the Sage Asbal, who received the ancient Dragon Kharis’ curse in the place of the hero Palcemith, had stopped aging at twenty two. That was because the curse originally meant he was supposed to die at twenty two. While he wasn’t able to undo the curse itself, Sage Asbal managed to change the curse using a secret technique, and extended his life to fifty five. That was how the beauty that the Asbals were famed for later came about.
Jolga now honestly thought that Anderheim was a beautiful man.
But it wasn’t because of his ageless beauty or his youthful body.
It was his heart that held a fire within it.
Jolga slowly reached out his fingers lightly brushing against Anderheim’s slightly parted lips. Feeling no resistance from the sleeping man, he edged his finger into the gap between Anderheim’s lips. Despite not being conscious, the man must have felt something out of place, as he gave a light snort, and his moist tongue moved, as if to check on the source of the rough touch.

“…Ah.”

Something warm slowly filled his heart.
Unable to resist his instincts, Jolga placed his palm on top of that thin, pale chest.
The moment he bent down with the intention of replacing his fingers with his lips—

“!!!”

Lightning lit up the sky like it was midday. Thunder followed soon after, ringing through the forest wrapped in a curtain of darkness.

“…!”

Perhaps the dull vibration lurking beneath the heavy sound of rain had woken him.
Jade eyes stared straight up at Jolga, trapped beneath a frozen Jolga.

“…”

Even though Anderheim was aware of the situation he was in, he didn’t say a word.
He simply turned his gaze towards the finger brushing against his lips and the palm resting on his chest.
What they meant.
Why they were there.
His gaze held those silent questions.
Jolga knew at the moment that if he gave Anderheim the wrong answer, he would lose his chance forever.
That was why—

“…I want to feel.”

He didn’t mince words. His thoughts hadn’t yet caught up to his desires, and so, without hiding his raw emotions, he begged for Anderheim’s consent.

“I want to feel your insides.”

Laying his excessively honest desire bare, his request was accepted. As his fingers still brushed against the other’s lips, they parted slightly as Anderheim questioned the strength of Jolga’s resolve.

“It’s gonna cost you.”
“Bring it on.”

Hearing his unhesitant reply, Anderheim gave a slight laugh.

“…Do as you… like.”

Before Anderheim had even finished giving his consent, Jolga was lapping up his lips like a hungry wolf.
The tip of Jolga’s tongue parted Anderheim’s lips, feeling the tongue lurking beyond, and sucking it from its base. Tearing off the blanket from Anderheim’s wet body, Jolga daringly ran his palm across Anderheim’s bare chest. His middle finger brushed against the small decorations on his chest, and using it as a hook, Jolga strongly pinched it.

“Uh…hn…!”

Anderheim struck Jolga’s shoulders with his fists in desperation, and somehow managed to free his lips. Taking several shallow breaths, he glared at Jolga with tear-filled eyes. Perhaps no one had told him that such a sight only fuelled a man’s lust further. Although he knew it would spoil the mood, Jolga couldn’t resist asking about Anderheim’s past experiences.

“…Anderheim. Have you done it with a man?”
“There’s no way… I would have…!”

Just as he’d thought. Raising his willow-like eyebrows, Anderheim raised his voice at Jolga.
Forget a man who had gone on long wars, Anderheim was a genuine civil servant. Far removed from the practice of sodomy that ran rampant on the battlefield, he had no reason to learn of it. Not to mention who would dare push down the evil Prime Minister notorious for his schemes and tricks.

“…I see. It’s an honour.”
“…”
“Am I… your first… man?”
“D-Don’t say stupid… things…!”

Teasing Anderheim’s nipples with his fingers once again, Jolga strongly held Anderheim’s back as the man spoke with a broken voice. Taking off Anderhim’s braies and sliding the underwear down his slender thighs, he spread Anderheim’s legs wide apart, slipping his broad waist in between them. Realising his position resembled that of an infant having its nappy changed, Anderheim’s cheeks flushed in shame, but once he watched Jolga take off his own underwear and caught sight of his huge penis towering above Anderheim’s lower abdomen like a weapon of mass destruction, Anderheim was unable to meet Jolga’s gaze, at a loss for words.

“Will that… really fit?”
“It’s all right.”
“…For the knight commander, of all men, to be hiding such a secret.”
“That has nothing to do with this…”
“…I’m going to need a will.”
“You won’t need that. …But I will take you to heaven.”

After their banter ended, Jolga used his finger, moistened by Anderheim’s tongue, and began to tease at Anderheim’s rear opening. Though Anderheim’s body contorted itself, as if trying to escape, Jolga pinned him down, not permitting any chance of escape. He began exploring Anderheim, taking his time and using his gentle touch to teach the inexperienced man the delights of being penetrated.

“Ah…hn…”

Jolga removed his two, thick fingers, ignoring Anderhiem’s lustful moans.
In one swift motion he thrusted, pushing his organ, already dripping with desire at its tip, inside Anderheim’s chamber. Drilling through Anderheim’s opening, Jolga’s organ mercilessly created a path for itself within the man.

“N…o…!”

At the aggressive impact, Anderheim felt as if he could see stars.
His nails grated against the floor as he clutched at the rug lying beneath him.
His knees were seized and forced apart, spreading his legs even further. They were deeply connected to the point where their lower hair brushed up against each other. In this state, Anderheim’s body continued to sway.
No matter how well Anderheim understood the act of love, he still did not possess the tolerance needed to accept a man’s body.

“Hur…ts…”
“…Anderheim.”
“Ah… Ahh….!”
“Can you… feel me…?”

Yet gradually, little by little, the pain shooting up his insides turned into a feeling of oppression.
Deep inside his channel that sucked in Jolga’s manhood, something began to stir and awaken, in a literal sense.

“A…ah. Jol…ga… it… feels… weird….”
“Tsk…”
“Ho…t. My stomach… inside… ah… sto… don’t… rub. There… sto…. Ah…!”
“…Here?”

The voice tickled his ears, and Jolga felt around for the place tinged with nectar and then persistently grinded against it.

“N…No. Jolga… Jolga… nn… ah, uhn….!”
“Ugh…!”

Anderheim arched his back as he came, tightly clinging onto Jolga’s shoulders. Inside Anderheim’s stomach, Jolga’s own semen spewed forth from out of his penis.
At the tight clenching that followed Anderheim’s climax, Jolga let out a low grunt, and pulled his penis, buried to the root, free from Anderheim. With the huge organ that had filled it no longer present, Anderheim’s lower abdomen quivered with a sense of emptiness, copious amounts Jolga’s cloudy semen dripping out of his hole.

“Ah…hn…”
“Haah…”
“Hn…”

Their close connection was now broken.
Their rough breathing gradually calmed down.
The man who had conquered Anderheim, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, just like a beast after rut.

“…Jolga.”
“…Anderheim.”
“Huff…”

Hearing his name being called, the beast immediately cuddled up to Anderheim.
Brushing his bangs that were sticking to Anderheim’s forehead due to sweat, Jolga dropped a gentle kiss onto the forehead still burning with fever.
As he felt the gentle pecking of lips and the warmth of the palm atop his—
Anderheim’s consciousness gradually plunged into darkness.