Chapter 409: Scenerio-2 (In Another Parallel World) (18+)
Xion was shaking, barely able to hold himself up. His body clung to Darius out of instinct, limp from exhaustion, spent from being forced to the edge again and again.
The Archduke’s arm slid beneath him, lifting him out of the water with effortless strength.
Droplets cascaded down their bodies, steam curling around them as Darius carried his ruined healer away.
With his vision swirling, Xion buried his flushed face against the broad chest, too embarrassed and weak to even look. His body still spasmed with aftershocks, his insides still filled and dripping with Darius’ release.
"Sweetheart," Darius grinned with pride, "you look wrecked. My perfect little mess."
He carried him through the cave, past the warm glow of torches, until the plush bed came into view.
Setting Xion down gently, Darius leaned over him, brushing damp hair away from his face.
For a fleeting second, his touch was tender, and dare Xion say, even reverent.
But the hardness pressed against his thigh betrayed all that tenderness.
The Archduke hadn’t softened at all. If anything, the walk from the spring had only made him harder, more desperate.
Bruised and covered with kiss marks, his chest rose and fell rapidly as realization dawned. "D-Darius... again? I can’t—"
A wicked smile curved the northern lord’s lips. "Yes, you can. You’ll take me again, baby. In this bed, you’ll learn there’s no such thing as enough when it comes to me."
Xion trembled, his voice cracking. "Y-you’ll break me..."
"I’ll put you back together," Darius claimed the swollen lips in a bruising kiss. "But first, I’ll break you as many times as I want."
He spread the healer out across the silken bedsheet, his hands pinning delicate wrists above his head.
His body loomed over him, casting Xion in shadow, the silver strands of his hair dripping water onto flushed skin.
"Look at you," the Archduke cooed, his gaze devouring every mark, every bite, every bruise he had left behind.
"Ruined, and yet your body still begs for me. Don’t deny it, sweetheart. You’re already opening up for me."
His fingers slid down, pressing against Xion’s stretched hole, slippery and welcoming with his seed. He pushed two fingers inside, spreading him again just to watch his healer squirm.
Xion arched, gasping, his body betraying him even as he tried to turn his head away.
That shy embarrassment had become the Archduke’s most favorite entertainment. And the deadliest poison that seared his veins until it left him feral.
Darius licked along his jaw, biting at the tender skin below his ear. "Hear that? The way your body sings for me? You’ll take me in this bed, Xion. And you’ll scream louder than you did in the spring."
The Archduke’s cock pressed against him, promising no mercy to the used hole.
"Eyes on me," Darius growled, his mouth curling into something dark, almost cruel. "This time, I won’t let you rest at all. Then you won’t have any energy to even think, let alone run."
Xion gasped when one hand slid over his flushed skin, down his heaving chest, pausing to pinch and twist an already swollen nipple.
"Ah—!" a cry broke into the silence, his back arching helplessly.
"You sound so pretty," Darius purred against his ear. "But I want you louder. Much louder."
He released his wrists, only to flip Xion onto his stomach. The healer let out a startled noise, his cheek pressing into the pillow, ass raised high by the Archduke’s rough grip.
"Perfect," Darius growled, palming the soft flesh, kneading it as if testing ripeness. "Made to be fucked like this."
The sharp smack echoed through the bedroom.
Xion jolted, the sting blossoming across his skin. "D-Darius—!"
Another slap. Harder. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was lewd, filthy.
"You feel that? Your body loves it. My filthy little baby, getting wet from being spanked."
His hand spread the abused flesh, exposing the red, stretched hole that still leaked with his seed.
Darius spat onto it, the wet sound far too obscene for Xion’s crimson ears.
The cool slickness mixed with the heat of his palm as he rubbed it in, smearing it over swollen skin.
The poor healer whimpered, burying his face into the pillow, ashamed of how much his body trembled.
"Don’t hide from me." Darius grabbed his hair, yanking his head back until their eyes met. His silver gaze gleamed like a predator’s. "I want to hear it. Every moan, every whimper that spills from your mouth. I want it all."
Without warning, he pushed inside again, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
A scream tore through his hoarse throat, nails clawing helplessly at the bedding.
"Shh..." Darius pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, cruelly tender even as he fucked him mercilessly.
"Take it. Take all of me. You can do it, baby."
His thrusts were unrelenting, each one making Xion’s body jolt forward, only to be pulled back by his fist in his hair.
"You hear that?" Darius growled, his lips dragging along his jaw. "That sloppy sound? That’s you, my beautiful baby, taking me so well. Your body was made for me."
Xion’s cries broke into sobs, pleasure and pain tangled so tightly he couldn’t tell them apart.
The Archduke’s free hand slid under him, stroking his cock in rhythm with his brutal thrusts. "Come for me. Make a mess while I pound you into this bed."
Xion’s body betrayed him completely. His release hit hard, spilling over Darius’ hand, his cry echoing in the bedroom.
But Darius didn’t stop.
If anything, his pace grew harsher, more desperate, as if claiming every inch of him again and again.
"Not done," Darius hissed against his ear, biting down on the soft flesh of his shoulder. "You’ll come again. And again. Until you forget your own name and can only remember mine."
After all, Darius Rael Darkhelm was the devil, and devils were meant to be brutal and ruthless.
That was how Xion saw him. And so, Darius would show exactly that side. He would use all his power to chain his baby to him for this life and the next.