Chapter 68: 68: Are You Perhaps A Virgin?
His heart fluttered as he swallowed. His Adam’s apple sailing.
"A good... One..." He could only say.
Eden smiled "Okay. Sure. I’ll look forward to the new image" Eden said as he leaned forward and patted Eden’s hair. "Good boy"
Prince Lysander could feel his heart running from the mere path. He stiffened until Eden was done with the path.
"So I’ll be off to look after your brother, okay?"
"Sure" Prince Lysander nodded as he placed a hand over his chest, his cheeks flushed.
Eden could see it. It wasn’t so hard winning this cutie.
"I’ll leave now...." Prince Lysander turned and walked off.
Eden smiled watching him leave "Cute" He mumbled as he looked to his side. He saw Queen Elizabeth standing at a distance.
It was obvious she was worried about her son and wanted to come take a look at him. But she didn’t dare approach.
Eden thought about approaching but. But he figured it’d be fruitless. She still wouldn’t come.
So Eden stared at her till Queen Elizabeth turned and left. "What the hell is wrong with these two...?"
He thought as he made his way into the chamber.
"Your mum came to see you" Eden said as he walked in to meet Elvis massaging himself and Mr George adjusting the chamber’s window.
Elvis didn’t reply to his statement.
He added "Say, what’s wrong with you and your mum? Why do I feel like you two have an awkward relationship even though you seem to care about each other? What happened to you two?"
Eden didn’t feel it. He literally read about it in the novel.
"It’s none of your business" Mr George said "So don’t ask such questions"
Elvis didn’t say anything. Eden could tell he had the same response as Mr George.
"I’m just trying to help here" Eden said as he went to sit beside Elvis on his bed.
"Since we’ve taken care of the internal aspect of your sickness, let’s go to the external aspect. Take off your clothes"
It was random. A random request that left Mr George’s jaws on the floor.
Mr George and Elvis turned, now staring at Eden in shock.
"What?" Eden blinked, staring at them "What did I do?"
"I think I should have the guards cut off your tongue. How dare you use such words..." Mr George was shocked.
"What did I say wrong? He should take off his clothes if he wants to get treatment. What else?" He questioned.
Eden observed their expression "Wait? What are you two even thinking about? That he was going to take off his clothes for sex with me or what?"
"Mind your words" Mr George snapped.
Eden laughed "Why does it feel like your minds are more rotten than mine? I mean although I wouldn’t mind doing it with him..."
The two glared at him, traumatized.
"... But still... it’s for treatment purposes"
"No need for that" Elvis said "I’ll have Mr George handle it"
"No. I’ll do it" Eden insisted. "Why are you so shy? I mean we’re both men... we’ve already kissed so why are you still..."
"Shut up" Elvis snapped.
"And besides it’s my job. So I insist"
"How dare you. He said you should leave it" Mr George demanded.
"Your Royal Highness, are you shy or what?" Eden questioned. There was a long silence.
Elvis sighed, looking at Mr George "You can leave us"
"But..."
"Leave us.. okay?" He said. Mr George had no choice but to leave.
With him gone, Eden said "Now let’s get started" he got out the ointments and bandages ready and kept close by on the bed "Now take them off and turn"
Elvis stared at him for a while. He hesitated as though thinking if he should do it or not.
"Or should I remove it for you? Your Royal Highness?"
Elvis slowly sat up as he Unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
Eden almost gasped at the sight of his top body. The last time he had a sight of it, partially, was when he woke up in this world.
But he was too busy trying to figure out where he was to even observe his body. But now he could get a better glimpse at it.
If Eden could describe his words in one word, it was HOT.
It was perfectly built. His chest was broad as well as his shoulders. All perfectly outlined to match his six packs.
Eden didn’t know if he worked out. But he figured all the martial practices he did were enough to give him this gorgeous body.
Eden had forgotten the task he was supposed to do. He was busy drolling over the body.
"What are you doing?" Elvis asked, calling him back to reality.
"Oh" Eden said "Turn around, let’s begin" Eden cleared his throat.
Elvis didn’t hesitate but slowly turned around while sitting in bed. His bare back facing Eden who stared at the marks on his back.
"It must have hurt" Eden said, imagining the amount of whips he had to endure.
"What?"
"Does he whip you every time?"
"Why does it matter?" Elvis asked "Just get it done with"
"How cold. I was just trying to sympathise" Eden said as he got out the ointments and slowly began applying them.
Elvis sat there as Eden’s hands gently ran on his back. His touch was gentle and soothing, he couldn’t help but close his eyes while feeling the massage.
Eden gently ran his hands through the whip marks while also enjoying the feel of his perfect body. He could feel his heart fluttering at the contact of such a body.
His hands were circling his back, feeling every part of his body. Massaging the new and old marks present. It was a soothing touch that Eden was sure even Elvis was melting too.
Eden was good at talking with his hands and he was sure Elvis was feeling his skills as well. Because Eden could hear a soft break of moan from him.
Eden smiled as he asked "Your Royal Highness, Are you perhaps still a virgin?"