Chapter 407: The Entranced Healer (18+)
Darius shifted back.
The water rippled violently around his body, the vines on his cock clearly visible.
And to Xion, the sight looked dangerous.
"Look enough?" the Archduke smirked, eyes never leaving the ravaged beauty before him.
His hand brushed over Xion’s damp forehead, sweeping away messy black strands so he could see those dazed eyes more clearly. "You can look more if you want. Look at me all you like, sweetheart."
The silly healer was entranced.
And that only made the northern lord feel burning satisfaction. This was the only reason why he was proud of his otherwise useless face.
"You look at me like I am your god, darling. Am I?"
Xion actually nodded.
Because if there were someone he wanted to worship, that would only be Darius. In every life.
A low laugh, filled with childlike happiness, echoed in the silent cave.
Though it didn’t take long for that to change into a feral light as the Archduke moved.
The water rippled with his movements.
He sat down against the smooth rock ledge at the edge of the spring, leaning back like a king settling into his throne.
"Come here."
Spoken in that low baritone, the command was as smooth as velvet, yet there was that finality in it that no one could ignore.
The silly healer, having the living lights fucked out of him, had barely gotten his breathing under control.
With a gentle push, he moved himself off the edge and toward Darius.
Siren, Xion thought. Darius looked like a siren, or maybe a demonic god.
They do say Satan had the most beautiful face, so this must be it.
Before Xion even realized it, he was already near Darius, letting the Archduke hook a finger under his chin, forcing him to look at him.
"I love your eyes," Darius murmured, studying him like precious treasure. "They look so pretty when they’re so full of me."
Exactly as it should be.
Heat coiled in Xion’s chest, a flush burning his pale skin deeper than the hot spring ever could.
As he blinked, his long lashes fluttered and a trail of wetness slid down.
Was it water or tears? Neither knew.
The northern lord was quick to cradle Xion’s cheek, letting his thumb rub away the wetness as he admired the beauty of his lover.
It was so pretty, really, so much that he had no words to describe it.
But... this should be long enough for Xion to rest, right?
"Come, straddle me."
When Xion didn’t move fast enough, big hands gripped his hips, lifting him with effortless strength.
Heat bloomed under Xion’s skin as he was set down, thighs bracketing Darius’ waist.
"Tired, baby?" The question was soft, but his eyes glittered with something wicked.
Xion shivered. His body felt boneless, marked red with bites and bruises. But the hunger gnawing at his insides demanded more.
The Archduke’s cock was still thick, still hard as it pressed insistently against his swollen hole.
"Darius..."
The stretch from earlier was still fresh in his body. A mere touch had his toes curling.
"I-I can’t... not like this," Xion suddenly felt shy. This way, he could even see his shadow in the water and on the marble. It was like looking into the mirror.
"You can." Warm hands were firm on his waist, dipping to grab his ass. "And you will. I want to watch you take me."
Xion shivered, his breath quickening.
The water lapped against his lower back as he rose slightly, guided by the strong grip.
"Slow," Darius husked, his voice dropping to that dangerous growl. "Sink down on me. I want to feel every inch of you opening for me."
With a flushed face and a whimper escaping from his mouth, Xion obeyed.
The head pushed past the tight ring of muscle with ease, forcing Xion to arch into Darius.
His fingers clutched at the Archduke’s shoulders, nails biting into skin as inch by inch, that thick length slid into him again.
The Archduke’s gaze never left his face. "Oh, Xion, you’re so beautiful like this." Sweet endearments continued to spill from his mouth.
When Xion was fully seated, both of them shuddered. Darius’ hand roamed up his back, then settled at his hips.
His gaze dropped down to the soft stomach, where the bulge of his cock was visible.
"Now—ride me, baby. Make me lose my mind."
Slowly, almost hesitantly, Xion rose.
The Archduke’s hands were steady at his hips, supporting him, guiding him.
Inch by inch, Xion moved and then sank down again, his lips parting in a helpless gasp as that thickness filled him.
"Darius..."
His hands tightened around Darius’ nape as he rode the cock, filling the cavern with wet, lewd sounds.
The pace was slow, languid, almost torturous for Darius, whose gaze had turned into that of a hungry beast.
"Am I g-good?" Xion couldn’t help but ask in a teary voice.
"Of course," Darius planted a very soft kiss on the tip of the red nose. "You are the best, sweetheart."
"Then, c-can you not leave me? Just keep me by your side. I-I promise I won’t give you a hard time."
"Oh, Xion," Darius rasped. "It’s me who will continue to give you a hard time."
To emphasize his words, he rolled his hips, slamming deeper.
"Do you feel it? That’s my cock fucking you, and it can only fuck you. So, you are bound with me for a lifetime."
His grip on Xion’s hips tightened, almost bruising, and he pulled him up only to force him back down in one sharp motion.
"A-ahhh—!" Xion cried out, head falling back as his walls stretched around the girth again.
The Archduke’s voice dropped to a husky snarl against his ear. "Faster. Ride me like you mean it. Take me deeper, baby. Show me you belong to me."
"Y-you. I belong to you."
The rhythm grew frantic, water splashing up around their bodies as he bounced on Darius’ cock, his cries echoing through the cavern.
Darius’ strong hands guided every motion, lifting and slamming him down harder, each thrust sending jolts of unbearable pleasure through Xion’s core.
"Ahh—Darius—I—ahhh!"
"That’s it," the Archduke hissed, his own control fraying as his cock throbbed inside that tight, hot body. "Ride me until you can’t think. Until the only thing you know is me."
Their mouths clashed again, messy and desperate, swallowing each other’s moans as the spring rocked around them.
The night was lost, and even the sun refused to climb up to the sky, afraid to disturb the couple.