Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Mistress?
Carlton’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was Alaric’s pale, worried face hovering above him. Before Carlton could even utter a word, Alaric engulfed him in a tight embrace.
"Darling! You’re finally awake! I was so worried sick!" Alaric exclaimed, his voice trembling with relief and lingering fear.
But unbeknownst to Alaric, Carlton was currently under the full influence of the fruit that had sent his mind spiraling into a realm of pure lust and depravity. His thoughts were now consumed by an endless stream of pornographic fantasies that would make even the most seasoned perverts blush.
As Alaric clung to him, Carlton’s hands began to roam over his husband’s body with a newfound urgency. He tugged at Alaric’s clothing, desperate to feel his bare skin against his own.
"Did you know... that you are pregnant again..." Alaric murmured, tightening his embrace protectively around Carlton’s growing belly. But Carlton was too far gone in his lustful haze to register the words.
With a sudden burst of strength, Carlton pulled on Alaric’s body until he toppled down on top of him. The impact sent a jolt of pain through Alaric’s frame as he instinctively tried to shift his weight off Carlton’s stomach.
"Carlton! It’s too dangerous for our baby!" he cried out in alarm, scrambling to lift himself up and away from any potential harm. But it seemed that nothing could deter Carlton from the path of carnal desire that had taken hold of him.
Carlton’s mind was still clouded by the lingering effects of the fruit, his thoughts consumed by a haze of lust and desire. The last coherent memory that remained was of taking young Alaric’s virginity - a distant echo from another time.
Now, as he clung to his husband with desperate need, Carlton’s words dripped with seductive intent. His hands gripped Alaric’s neck possessively as he whispered hotly into his ear:
"Darling, let’s do it... I know it’s your first time... I’ll guide you... do whatever you want... I don’t mind if you’re rough..."
Alaric inhaled sharply at Carlton’s provocative words, feeling his arousal stir in response. In the heat of the moment, he had momentarily forgotten about Carlton’s current condition - the lingering effects of the fruit coursing through his veins.
As a man who had been married to Carlton for over a decade and shared countless intimate moments together, Alaric knew all too well how easily they could conceive. If every act of lovemaking resulted in pregnancy, their children might indeed outnumber an entire nation!
Yet here was Carlton, speaking as if Alaric were a virgin, despite their extensive shared history. It was almost comical, given Carlton’s current state of amnesia. One would think he would consider himself inexperienced, but instead, he was offering himself up with wanton abandon.
But even as the thought crossed Alaric’s mind, he felt the fog of lust beginning to descend upon his own brain. The perverted bunny within him reared its head, eager to indulge in carnal pleasures without restraint. Nothing mattered anymore except for the primal urge to mate and breed.
With a growl of desire, Alaric captured Carlton’s lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming over every curve and contour of his beloved husband’s body. The world around them faded away until only their intertwined forms remained - two hearts beating as one in the throes of passion.
Carlton moaned softly into the kiss, his body arching against Alaric’s touch as if it had a mind of its own. The sensations were both familiar and new, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
"Aww... you’re so inexperienced, but you’re so good at kissing..." Carlton breathed out between heated kisses, amazed at how Alaric seemed to know exactly where to touch him to drive him wild with desire.
Alaric paused for a moment, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in Carlton’s aroused state and amnesiac confusion. He leaned in close, nipping at Carlton’s neck before murmuring.
"You’re one to talk," Alaric muttered playfully, nipping at Carlton’s neck before continuing in a low growl. "For the past few days you have always avoided my touch... in the end when the side effect appeared, your wanton body made you become perverted again."
He punctuated his words with another deep kiss, swallowing Carlton’s gasp of pleasure. When they finally parted for air, Alaric fixed Carlton with a heated gaze.
"Even creating perverted scenarios... are you roleplaying being a playboy who can’t wait to take the chastity of a virgin? Even amnesia doesn’t make you lose perverted ideas at all, does it?"
Carlton blinked in confusion at the mention of amnesia, his lust-addled brain struggling to process the unfamiliar word. But then Alaric’s hands were on him again, stroking and caressing all the right places, and Carlton’s thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.
"Huh? Amnesia...?" he mumbled distractedly before promptly forgetting about it as Alaric’s touch reignited the flames of desire within him. As expected from the lewd empress - in mere fractions of a second, all higher reasoning had been eclipsed by primal need and desire.
Carlton’s patience finally snapped, his desire burning too hot to be contained any longer. With a growl of need, he tore at Alaric’s sleeping robe, ripping it open to expose the smooth expanse of his husband’s chest. Alaric merely chuckled at Carlton’s impatience, amused by his lover’s eagerness. He reached into the drawer beside their bed and pulled out a vial of medicine - the very same aphrodisiac that Lucas had provided them with.
With a smirk playing on his lips, Alaric uncapped the vial and drank deeply from it before tossing it carelessly aside. The glass shattered as it hit the floor, but neither man paid it any mind. Their focus was solely on each other and the carnal desires that consumed them.
Alaric wiped the lingering drops of liquid from his mouth with his thumb before pressing it against Carlton’s lips insistently. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he spoke:
"I know Lucas gave you this drug... you made it so we can have fun in bed, right, darling?"
Alaric’s voice took on a new timbre as he continued.
"Well, I will fulfill the script of your perverted fantasies, being a virgin who drinks aphrodisiac and satisfies experienced men..."
Carlton was beyond caring about the words coming out of Alaric’s mouth at this point. His body moved on instinct alone as he wrapped his legs tightly arournd Alaic’s waist, grinding their bulging erections together in a dance as old as time itself.
The heat between them was almost unbearable now, their skin flushed and slick with sweat. Carlton arched into Alaric’s touch like a cat in heat, desperate for more contact, more friction, more everything.
Alaric responded in kind, his hands roaming over every inch of Carlton’s exposed flesh with reverent hunger. He captured Carlton’s lips in another searing kiss before trailing hot open-mouthed kisses down the column of his throat.
There would be time enough for talking later - right now, all that mattered was the all-consuming need that pulsed between them, demanding to be sated. And Alaric intended to fulfill every single one of Carlton’s darkest, most depraved fantasies - and then some.
The night stretched on endlessly in both realms, a blur of passion and ecstasy that neither Carlton nor Alaric would soon forget. As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, it became clear that the two carltons had returned to their respective worlds - but none were any the wiser for it.
The exchange between them had only served to deepen the mystery surrounding the hedge maze and its glowing electric sparks. In both universes, whispers abounded about the strange phenomenon that seemed to link these parallel realities together.
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Three days passed in a haze of blissful oblivion for both Carltons and Alarics. The aphrodisiac’s effects lingered long enough to satisfy their every carnal desire, allowing them to indulge in each other’s bodies until they were utterly spent.
When at last the drug wore off on that third day, a stark contrast emerged between how each Alaric reacted upon waking:
In one world, Emperor Alaric awoke with a smile as bright as sunshine itself. He peppered Carlton’s face with tender kisses before rising from the bed to fetch warm water and a soft towel, eager to cleanse his beloved Empress - a loving gesture after such intense nights.
Meanwhile, in the other reality, Crown Prince Alaric stirred with a face as pale as death. He stared at Carlton’s sleeping form in disbelief - at the hickeys adorning his skin like badges of honor, the bite marks that spoke of their wild passion, and the cum that painted them both like abstract art.
Alaric felt as if he had glimpsed heaven itself only to be slapped back down to earth by some cruel cosmic joke. His soul reeled from the intensity of it all; from realizing that he had not only slept with Carlton but had done so for days on end.
Alaric sat motionless on the bed for a full ten minutes, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the flickering candle flame as if it held all the answers to the universe. The weight of what had transpired between them hung heavy in the air, a tangible thing that suffocated him with its implications.
After ten minutes of this paralyzing shock, Alaric finally sprang into action. He quickly gathered up his scattered clothes and dressed himself with shaking hands, desperate to escape the suffocating confines of Carlton’s chamber.
With a final glance at Carlton’s sleeping form - still marred by the evidence of their lovemaking - Alaric fled, practically running out into the hallway beyond. His heart pounded in his chest as he hurried away from temptation itself.
Carlton awoke some time later, groaning as every muscle in his body protested even this small movement. His throat was raw and aching from hours upon hours of wanton moans and cries. As consciousness slowly returned to him, Carlton took stock of his surroundings...and froze in horror at what he saw.
His skin was a canvas of hickeys and bite marks, a testament to their unbridled lust. And then there was the sight of his backside - still dripping with Alaric’s cum, which had soaked through the sheets beneath him.
The realization crashed over Carlton like a tidal wave: he had been fucked by a man for days on end...and that man was none other than his best friend, Alaric. But this wasn’t the Alaric from his world - no, this was an alternate version from another realm entirely. A version who happened to be married to Carlton’s own self in that reality.
Carlton felt sick as he contemplated what this meant. Was he now considered some sort of mistress? Had he unknowingly slept with a married man? The guilt and shame threatened to overwhelm him completely.
As if in a trance, Carlton attempted to stand on trembling legs and make his way towards the closet. But as he passed by a mirror along the way, something caught his eye - or rather, the strange reflection staring back at him from within the glass surface.
Curiosity overtook Carlton as he approached the mirror, reaching out to touch the cool surface with a trembling hand. But as his fingers made contact, darkness swallowed him whole once more and he crumpled to the floor in a dead faint, plunging into an endless sea of blackness that seemed to go on forever...
