"The riot of the village will be dissolved if you tell them you are the true Empress, Gulf. I do not know why you want to keep it a secret. I thought..." Mild does not finish his sentence.

Gulf and Mew are like the perfect couple that ever is. Their fights are angry and loud but the nights are warm with their hugs. Their kisses are imperfect and sloppy but the emotions are natural and true.

Mild does not get why Gulf is adamant in keeping his identity a secret.

Not a secret... but his best friend will not open his big mouth and tell the village that he is not a common whore and the Emperor is not punishing the whole village for some harlot's virtue.

Mild sighs and rubs the oil around Gulf's navel.

"If you think P'King does not love you, I will cry." Mild pouts and Gulf giggles.

P'Mew has not touched any villagers except imprison them for the time being.

The story of the rapists is different though.

The man who thought it was a good idea to claim a right on a harlot by gang raping suffered the most.

Gulf cannot believe it is the same Emperor who fought with his son over his handkerchief; the tug of war was adorable though.

Mew ordered to castrate the man after cutting of his hands and tongue. Gulf heard that the man is now married to a phallic symbol made of gold and decorated with precious gems.

Sadistic!

Gulf knows.

His friends... accomplices are tied by their thumbs on a pole at the army training base. The Emperor has ordered to use their bodies instead of wooden dummies to practice their skills.

From hands to wooden swords; their bodies will suffer.

The castrated man has to walk two miles every morning and evening to his friends with his heavy 'wife' on his back; barefoot and bleeding.

He can have as many riches as he wants. Gulf has heard that the man is given plates of gold blocks and diamonds as meals but never food or water.

How can P'Mew come up with such horrifying punishments? Gulf knows he should not be surprised but he is.

P'Mew is different to him.

Gulf sighs.

"Maybe you should just let P'King tell everyone who you are to him, Gulf. You are so stubborn!"

The village riot is nothing to Emperor but people of different villages are swarming to the palace asking why he Emperor has imprisoned a whole village for a harlot who is not even really hurt.

Some even say Gulf is a White Witch.

"The Emperor has asked for an audience in the Majesty Hall, My Empress."

"Ja, my Loyal Friend, when will you stop?" Gulf let Mild to dress him in the Royal Concubine Robe as he asks the Empress Guard kneeling on the floor.

"I am the Empress Guard, My Empress. If my Emperor do not consider you as the Empress why is your loyal friend still on job?"

Gulf glares when Mild snorts.

"Your Emperor is lost, Ja."

"Your friend has no objection to that fact, Empress." Ja bows.

"Sassy, I see." Gulf teases and walks in the front.

"Learned from the best, Your Wise-Self."

Gulf sighs and admits defeat to the man once again.

"Tomorrow, I will win, Ja. You watch."

The man bows but do not reply. Gulf even wonders if the man is laughing behind his metal helmet.

The Emperor is pacing in front of his army when Gulf enters the Majesty Hall.

"YOU!!!" Mew shouts and Gulf knows this is about the villagers. "You are so annoying!"

Mew picks Gulf up by his thighs and Gulf looks down with an unamused sigh. "Please put me down, Your Highness... your army is here."

Gulf clasps his hands around Mew's neck when the man-baby playfully makes a gesture to drop him all together.

"King!" Gulf calls exasperated.

"You like being in my arms. You either admit it or not; I like picking you up."

Mew finally sighs and let his wife down when Gulf does not blush as he has expected.

Gulf is so different in the bedroom.

Mew thinks why he is not in the bedroom and then he remembers why he is in the Majesty Hall being angry at his beautiful wife.

"YOU!!!"

"You must be hungry." Gulf walks to the table and the Emperor follows. Mew catches Gulf's hand when his wife trips over nothing.

"Walk carefully, Beautiful."

"Thorn threw a tantrum this morning." Gulf pours hot fish-chilli sauce over Mew's rice. "He wanted to kick the bed off for banging his hand."

"THORN BANGED HIS HAND?! Where is he?! Did you call in the hea..."

"Baby is fine. He got mad that the bed did not move when he banged it. Then he got madder that he was the one who go hurt, so he kicked it. It did not yeet out of the window. Hence, the tantrum."

Gulf pulls Mew's hand and make the worried Emperor sit again.

"What is he doing now?"

"Trying to chew the bed's legs off with his toothless mouth." Gulf sighs. "P'Siwat is there but San is encouraging Thorn; so yeah... nothing Phi can do."

"What is wrong with the kids these days?" Mew grumbles and frowns at his food.

"Learning from their dad, no?" Gulf pours Bameraan chutney and Mew stops chewing.

The Emperor does not know if he should be ecstatic that his wife accepted that the baby is Mew's in front of his army or be angry for pulling him back to the ground from his high horse.

"You are so annoying!" Mew shoves the rice to his wife's mouth.

There! His wife deserves it!

The rest of the lunch goes on without much talks but Gulf knows Mew is just trying to find an excuse to back up his decision to torture the villagers.

Sigh!

Like how his son is trying to chew off the bed's legs.

"They propagated false knowledge."

"Fancy way of saying gossip, My Emperor." Gulf dabs his faen's mouth with wet towel after Mew washes his mouth.

"Many of them knew what was going to happen to you... no one bothered to inform any of the authority."

"The real life of the harlots are different, P'M... My King."

Mew pulls Gulf to him. "P'Mew." The words are stern but Gulf's eyes shift to the army men in the chamber.

"I am going to torture them."

"Then you are going to torture me too..." Gulf is a stubborn man.

"That can be arranged, Pretty Fawn." Mew tilts his head and traps Gulf's upper lip with his teeth. The surprised hiss from his wife is too tempting to the Emperor and Mew deepens the kiss.

"mmphmmeww..." Gulf squeals and giggles when Mew pushes him to the wall to take it further. "This is not what I meant."

"Well, this is how I want to torture you; stand still, let me have another taste."

Mew can feel his veins pulse with desire.

His wife has not said 'yes' and he does not know when it will happen but when moments like these come, Mew feels his wife is wanting it as much as he is.

Mew smiles when he hears Gulfie's giggles. The Temptress hugs him back and Mew is so happy he could laugh and scream.

"Is this how you are going to torture all the village people, Sneaky Lion?"

Mew sees the rare twinkle in his wifey's eyes.

"No." Mew's smile vanishes as he stares and stares into Gulf's eyes. His wife gulps. "Just you. Only you. This torture..." Mew's eyes falls on the slightly reddened upper lip of Gulf before looking at his eyes again. "... is reserved only for you."

Gulf squirms in his hands, the twinkle diminishes, so is the playfulness.

"Gulf..."

"My Emperor I have to..."

"Kiss me."

"There are people in this room, King and I cannot kiss you. Also I have to be in..."

"Fine, I kiss you, then. Gents, this is I who is kissing, alright? Not my Gulfie."

A chorus of 'Yes, Commander' resonates the whole room. Mew has already captured the Pretty Fawn and started feasting on those full lips before Gulf could prove that was not what he meant.

The initial shyness fades away and the soft palms runs on Mew's back, making him moan.

Mew begs for entrance and after a few hide and seek, the Emperor is gifted with Gulf's pretty pink tongue.

One day he will teach his wife what else that adorable tongue and mouth can be used for.

Mew's hands tighten around Gulf and the seductress lets out a muffled moan of mating call.

"Sweetness! Let us..." Mew breaks the kiss to beg his wife for more.

Mew curses when his big mouth breaks the trance Gulf was in. The shy faen hides his face on Emperor's chest.

"No! You have duties I... uh..."

"Yes, husbandly duties too..."

"No!" Gulf squirms out of his hug and Mew wants to scream.

"Fine then, I will go and pour oil on the prisoners. We are training with fire arrows in an hour." He needs to get off this steam... Damnation, those gorgeous pointed nipples and jiggly butt cheeks.

"P'Mew you cannot do that."

"Then what do you want me to do?!!! Huh?! My fereking son was kidnapped. For what? So they could rape my..." Mew twists his face away.

Gulf can only stare but he stutters out when the silence stretches too far. "My King..."

"NO!" A single word resonating with pain but command, freezes the whole palace. Gulf has not seen this side of the Emperor in long.

Gulf's eyes fill up and Mew feels bad for scaring his wife.

"Wifey..." Mew hugs Gulf. "What if it was someone else?" Mew whispers. "Do you still want me to sweep everything under the rug? You, the defender of everything innocent,Kana."

"If it was someone else you will know how your rage is blinding you, P'Mew."

Gulf sniffles and Mew thinks of some other way to convince his wifey to let him massacre.

The Emperor kisses his faen's ear and Gulf giggles; so soft and precious.

"An ear of everyone please." Mew pouts.

Gulf gasps. "I cannot believe you! Why?! It does not matter. No, you are not cutting of their ears."

"Tongue?"

"No!!!"

"Fine, what about thumb. They have other eight fingers, na? Na na?"

Gulf frowns and pulls on Mew's hair.

"AW!" Mew rubs his head. "Wifey!"

"Mighty Lion is hurt by a hair and telling me he wants to cut of people's fingers."

His wife is indeed so unique and Mew has to admit he is head over heels in love with Gulf.

"My King..." Mew notices how Gulf's eyes glow when he is thinking way too hard. "What is the protocol to be followed when the Emperor has intimate time with his faen in front of the army?"

Mew scowls. There is no protocol.

Mew does not think there were times when an Emperor would kiss his wedded wife in front of everyone. Why does it matter?

"Well they are not looking even when you... I..." Mew kisses Gulf's red and small ears making the pretty fawn squirm.

"Do you want them to look?" Mew teases.

"No! But how do they know?"

"Gulfie my dear wifey, I have no idea what is going on in your pretty little head."

"The village." Gulf looks at him as if that makes whole sense. "I know why you are mad and I know what they did is not right but are they wrong? How can you punish a whole village for not doing something they are unaware of? The army... they behave ideally even when there is no protocol. I do not know how you managed that but I think you should do the same with the villagers; not mutilate them."

Gulf pulls away from his hug as Mew ponders his wise wife's words.

"A King is not the ruler of good natured and law abiding citizens. P'Mew, you my Mighty Lion, is also the ruler of bad people and criminals. You cannot have one without the other. The Compassionate of All, The Wisest One, I know you will know what to do if you let go of your anger."

"You my Empress, the whole country should be grateful for your existence." Mew praises.

"Thorn will be looking for me and I..." Gulf squirms and Mew holds in a smile; ever so shy of compliments. "... will be in our the bedroom."

The pretty fawn with his long legs gallops away from the stunned Emperor.

This night, Mew cannot wait to come.

Gulf is already on bed with his blush and tempting body. The Emperor sees his son squirming on his pillow.

"He will not let your pillow go." The mama complains but the dad loves how his son is giving him smiles and making grabby hands.

'Ugly man! My friend, play.'

Mew laughs and picks up his babbling son. Gulf shakes his head with a fond smile when the father of his child takes spoiled Thorn to play under the moonlight. It is late but the two of them is nowhere close to sleeping.

Mew traps his son between his wife and him when Thorn tries to roll away from immi, fighting his sleep.

"You had to let him get away from everything." Gulf scowls and wipes milk of his chest.

"He is the Prince and a Prince is allowed to get away with anything but look... our baby is already sleeping."

"Tell that to my nipple... it is not your nipples that he bit."

Mew smirks. "Thank you for your kind permission." Mew leans down and blows air on Gulf's swollen nipple. "Hello, beauty... heard that you are hurt." And the Emperor covers his lips over the tight and firm bud.

"Aah..." Gulf moans but pushes the tempted lover away. "Our son..."

Mew feels he is a better man, knowing how difficult it is to pull away from this seductress who let out a mating call. Mew picks up sleeping Thorn and gently places his son on the cradle and covers him in the baby blanket.

His wife is waiting... and this night Mew has ammunition of Gulf's words.

"You said 'our son'... now he is not between us, faen."

Gulf gulps. His King knows how to seduce his lonely heart.

"P'Mew..."

The kiss is brutal and Gulf knows his upper lip is hurt.

The moans are involuntary but the shedding of cloths are not.

More skin... less words... more gasps... less pain... more pleasure... less sense.

"Faen..." Mew calls.

"Mm? Gulf mumbles. His eyes closed but mind so awake... asking if it is wise to sink deeper into the sea of love with no footing.

The fingers are rapid today and Gulf's lust ridden words tempts Mew to seek more warmth.

"P'Mew..."

Mew wraps Gulf's long legs around his waist. "Gulfie... I want more."

Mew begs but he notices the change in his wife's body language. The seductress is not moving his hips... the nimble fingers are not digging into his hair... the lips are not whispering words of love and lust into his ears.

Gulf stares at the Emperor.

He knows he is not ready yet but how many days have passed and what has he given back?

Every night, the man returns to bed after a cold shower while he is satisfied and cuddled under the blanket... thoroughly loved.

Gulf ignores the fear and he nods. He blinks back his tears.

'Just like last time Gulf. At least this time... P'Mew may not run back to his real faen.'

"What are you, Gulfie?" Mew whispers in wonder. He brushes back sweaty hair of Gulf's forehead.

'Just a man in love, my husband. I love you so much and I cannot find ways to escape my fate with you. How are you be the reason of happiness when you are the only reason of my sadness? Why are you still my husband when I am not your wife? Please... Whatever I am, take me with you.'

Gulf gently touches Mew's lips.

The kiss is gentle.

"Just the tip... along the folds of your love channel, baby... please say yes. If you don't... I will have to run away right now." Mew tries to chuckle but they are forced and shaky. "... because sweetheart..."

Mew's eyes take in Gulf's naked form.

Swollen lips, wet nipples... open channel sucking his fingers deeper... pink neck... red ears and a fluttering genital bud that is begging for Mew's tongue.

"FEREK!" Mew dives down and Gulf screams.

Noises of wet kisses drives Gulf crazy. The suction is too pleasurable that it is painful.

"Oh... your sweetness, baby... Gulfie... Give!"

Gulf pushes Mew's head but when has the hunter retrieved?

Submission; Mew demands it and the vulnerable fawn takes the shallow breath when the soul leaves his body to the Lion's mouth.

This Lion is sadistic. Gulf will be very much alive in a few moments... so the hunt will just be the same the next day.

Gulf opens his eyes and sees Mew is bowed down on his stomach. He knows what the Emperor wants.

'Just the tip...'

Mew groans when he feels pressure on his phallus. "Wifey..."

"Tip?" Gulf asks innocently and Mew twists his face away in real sexual frustration. "P'Mew..."

"Baby I..." Ferek! Gulf's warmth is still something that comes in his dreams.

He has to take his mind away from that wet, sweet...

"Ah!" Mew moans when his tip touches with something electric.

A bond.

Mew is astonished. Sex is not new to the Lover of Hearts but the spark is.

Gulf blinks up at him with bottom lip trapped between teeth.

Mew is going to die. There is no way the seductress is unaware of Mew's mental state.

But knowing Gulf, he might be thinking of kittens.

Mew feels pain in heart. "Gulfie... we can wait." God, the hand is taking his hardness to the wet folds and Mew wants to scold his own tongue. No, he cannot wait. The folds feel divine on his cock tip.

Gulf blinks up at him again. "Tip, P'Mew... is okay..."

"FEREK! Baby... you do not know what you are trying to say."

"Rub on me, P'Mew..."

That does it.

Spurt!

Mew is too exhausted from the mind blowing orgasm to feel embarrassment. But he sees the wonder in his wife's eyes and he knows he owes Gulf an explanation.

"Too long and you are too tempting... I do not usually..."

Sometimes Mew wonders what goes on Gulf's head. Pre-mature ejaculation should be off-putting; then why?

Dear Goddess... why?!!!!

Gulf, his innocent faen, who is worried about exchanging too much saliva while kissing, licks his semen off the fingers with perfectly innocent doe eyes.

No one like Gulf should ever do that.

Well, Mew does not give a heck who blames him and devours that pretty lips that tempted him with his residual juices... a bit of white cream on the side of plump red lips.

Mew immerses himself in that kiss until the fawn gently punches his back to let go.

He takes mercy when he feels he is suffocating his wife but latches on that neck until his son saves his wife.

Otherwise...

"Ugluuummm..." Thorn screams from the cradle.

'Ugly man...'

"Son!" Mew screams back. "Not now! I am sexing with your mama."

"P'Mew!" Gulf slaps the Emperor's shoulder. "What are you..."

"What?! He is young. He does not understand."

'I am too small for another child in our family... but okay...'

Thorn hums and Gulf gapes. "Did Thorn just agree with you?" Mew frowns when Gulf falls back to his shy nature and covers himself in the thick blanket.

Mew glares and pulls at the offending blanket but Gulf does have a firm grip.

Ugly ass blanket!

At least it was mind-blowing while it lasted! Mew sighs and admits defeat.

"Tomorrow be ready." Mew threatens his wife and the pretty fawn hides his face behind his palms.

Adorable.

"Bleeeeee..., gluuu" Thorn screams again. 'I love you, Ugly.'

"Blee back, son."

"Mmm..." Thorn hums and Gulf laughs out forgetting his shyness.

"What was that?! Oh Goddess. What is blee?"

"Stay away from this mama." Mew playfully growls. "That is dad-son code words." Mew rolls on his back, taking Gulf with him. His heart soars when Gulf adjusts the blanket around both of them.

"Some code that is..." Gulf shakes his head finding the notion absurd.

"Gulfie..." Mew calls and his faen looks at him with love and adoration.

Mew knows his eyes are mirroring the same emotions but he knows his words will fail so he settles for a kiss on Gulf's forehead.

"One day we will have our own code."

Gulf's giggles are like rain on flowing river... Mew smiles and falls asleep with his Gulfie safely resting on his chest.

'And our own life, wifey.'