RAVEN'S PEAK
"Finally done, he already started a war with you all for that little pest, from the look of things"
Malcolm hissed as Azraelis continued to thrust his tongue deep into his hole, relentless and unyielding, his hands working in tandem to drive Malcolm over the edge.
"We've… been at this for hours, and we still can't stop," Malcolm said through gritted teeth, a mix of frustration and desire in his voice.
Azraelis smirked, his fingers playing with Malcolm's sensitive balls. "Seems like that rope really was cursed. But tell me, don't you love the way I devour you?"
With one final stroke, Malcolm climaxed, his body trembling from the release.
Malcolm chuckled. "You're lucky I'm the one here Azraelis. You would have been sucked to death."
Malcolm waved his hand, instantly cleansing the room and restoring his clothes with a flick of magic.
"By who?" Azraelis scoffed, raising a brow as Malcolm began to fix his attire.
"I better head back," Malcolm muttered, adjusting his collar with a sigh. "Don't want him getting suspicious."
"He already is," a voice rang out sharply, startling both Azraelis and Malcolm.
"Master has ordered me to take you both into custody," the speaker continued, stepping forward. "It seems General Malcolm has finally tested the last of his patience."
Malcolm turned toward the voice and froze.
"Master is disappointed in you, General," the butler said, flashing a terrifying grin that teetered on the edge of madness.
Azraelis, unfazed, chuckled and drawled, "Ah, the ever-loyal butler. Tell me, dear Magnus, wouldn't it be better to serve me instead of your so-called 'master'? Surely, you know he's weak."
"Save your strength," Magnus replied coldly, "you'll need it for what's coming."
And in the blink of an eye, he vanished taking both Azraelis and Malcolm with him.
A moment later, Malcolm reappeared alone, trembling, facing Magnus once again.
"You must be mistaken," Malcolm stammered, forcing a smirk. "I only came to teach Azraelis a lesson… for daring to touch what belongs to King Zephyris."
Magnus tilted his head, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips, as if amused by Malcolm's attempt to bluff.
But deep inside, Malcolm knew this wasn't just about Azraelis. And Magnus? He likely already knew the truth.
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TENEBROUS EMPIRE
PALACE.
Owen's body still trembled with aftershocks of pleasure as he relaxed in the warm bath, the water rippling gently around him. He waited, breath soft, as Zephyris stepped into the tub.
"Easy, my bride," Zephyris purred, his voice low and rich. "Or should I say… my wife."
He sank into the water, pulling Owen effortlessly into his lap. Without a word, he pressed a tender kiss to Owen's forehead, cradling him close.
"I won't let anyone lay a hand on you again," he whispered, his lips brushing Owen's closed eyelids before moving to capture his lips with a slow, reverent kiss.
"Come on, my king," Owen breathed, voice husky and teasing. "Just kiss me already… I'm already loosen up."
Zephyris chuckled, his smirk wicked. 'I hope you won't regret this, my wife…' he thought, running his hand along Owen's spine before giving his ass a playful smack.
Owen gasped, then leaned in, pressing his lips against Zephyris's ear. "My lord…" he whispered, sultry and desperate, "please fill me up already. I can't wait anymore."
Zephyris grinned as he smiled, he traced his hands on Owens neck slowly down to his chest pinching Owens tender pink crest, as he placed a kiss on them. Before his hands slowly reached Owens abdomen. Before down to his members.
He squeezed it a bit.
Ag~aghh~ahn
Owen mourned as he shivered a bit, "Zephyris…"
"Owen, are you sure you want this?" Zephyris asked again.
"I… I want it, Soo badly." He whispered slowly, this made Zephyris struggle with his demon. As he didn't want to let out, not now.
"What do you want?" Zephyris asked, his eyes color changed to black As he teased Owen.
Pouting Owen frowned a bit as he grunted, feeling Zephyris hands on his two little balls.
Aargh~aghn
"I want you Zeph… you know what… God you know what I want."
"Indeed, Owen I know."Zephyris teasingly kissed Owen's lips, then boldly grabbed his buttocks, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Owen.
As their kisses grew more urgent, he let go a minute later, leaving Owens lips slightly swollen.
Before whispering in Owen's ear, "I want you, all of you."
Owen's breath hitched as he felt Zephyris's desire for him, and he eagerly responded, giving himself over completely to the intoxicating pleasure of their forbidden love.
Touching Owens smooth, fine, sleek, slender body with its fine musculature. He carried him in a bridal style out of the bathtub to his large king-size bed.
Gently laying Owen down, Zephyris leaned in, and before he could think, Owen pulled him closer, their lips locking in a fierce kiss.
Owen's lips latched onto Zephyris's lower one, sucking with an urgency that left Zephyris momentarily breathless. His tongue teased its way in, a warm, wet invasion that made Zephyris chuckle against his mouth, amused yet utterly entranced.
With a low growl, Zephyris let Owen take the lead—until he didn't.
His hands slid down to cup Owen's backside, fingers sinking in as he gave it a firm squeeze. Owen gasped, his body trembling slightly beneath him.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, Zephyris stripped away the remaining barriers between them. His hand found Owen's manhood, fingers wrapping around it in a gentle but commanding grip.
"Ahn... Zephyris," Owen moaned, breath hitching as Zephyris stroked him.
Without a word, Zephyris pressed their bodies closer, his own desire hard and hot against Owen's. He took both of them in hand, stroking them together in a rhythm that drew soft cries from Owen's lips.
Their breaths tangled. Their foreheads touched. The tension built between them, like a dam ready to break.
Their bodies moved in sync, hips brushing, skin heating beneath every touch and sigh. Zephyris kissed Owen again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him like a man who had waited centuries for this moment.
Owen clung to him, his fingers curling into Zephyris's back as if afraid he might disappear. The emotions swelling in his chest were far more terrifying than the carnal ache between them.
"Zephyris…" Owen whispered, eyes half-lidded, voice trembling. "What...what are we doing?"
Zephyris stilled. His fingers gently brushed Owen's cheek, cradling him as if he were something fragile and precious. "We're crossing a line neither heaven nor hell can erase."
He pressed his lips to Owen's forehead, then trailed kisses down to his throat, each one a silent vow. As the rhythm of their bodies deepened, the world outside faded.
There were no kingdoms, no titles, no missions.
Only a prince lost in the arms of a once masked king he knew nothing off.
Their breaths mingled.
Their bodies intertwined.
And then, the night drew its velvet curtain around them, sealing their moment in a sacred silence where words were no longer needed.
Fade to black.