Chapter 429: Choke On It (18+)
Xion’s mouth worked hungrily, swallowing the cock down his throat.
He barely managed to choke back tears at the corners of his eyes as Darius kept twitching against his tongue.
The green mana started to curl faintly around his waist like a living flame, caressing him as if the Archduke’s lust had taken physical form.
It easily slithered around his bare shoulder, down to his spine, forcing him to arch into the sensual touch.
A moan spilled from his gagged mouth, enticing his bound lover even more.
The arm restraints creaked under the Archduke’s strain. He was losing his grip.
"Fuck, baby... you’re going to kill me," Darius groaned, his hips jerking despite his effort to stay still. His hoarse voice carried that raw, unfiltered edge that sent Xion’s chest burning.
The healer moaned softly, mouth stretched, drool spilling down his chin.
He liked the way Darius lost composure, the way he wasn’t the untouchable Archduke anymore—just his lover, helpless under his mouth.
But Xion’s own body burned with want.
The green mana tendrils didn’t stop at stroking his spine either.
They coiled lower, dipping between his thighs, slipping into his loosened hole.
Xion’s whole body jolted.
The mana sent him pressing against Darius’ body, forcing him to choke around the cock in his mouth.
He whimpered.
His muffled cry vibrated against the thick length, pulling a savage groan from Darius’ lips.
"Oh, yes..." his head tipped back against the chair. His voice broke into a growl. "Choke on it, baby. Take it all the way down."
Xion obeyed, throat working around him as the living tendril of green mana pushed deeper inside him, thrusting in rhythm with Darius’ twitching cock.
It was as if Xion was being fucked in both his mouth and his ass.
He was stuffed, overwhelmed, drooling all over himself, but he couldn’t stop. His body wanted more, his own erection dripping helplessly against his stomach.
The chair creaked under the Archduke’s jerking hips. The restraints glowed as his strength pressed against them, dangerously close to breaking.
His chest heaved, green eyes wide with molten heat.
"Fuck—baby. I’m going to—"
But Xion pulled back.
The wet pop of his mouth leaving the cock echoed like a cruel tease in the quiet.
He watched as Darius gasped, trembling on the edge of release. His spit clung in sticky strings between his lips and the flushed dark tip.
"Not yet," Xion whispered, voice husky, cheeks flushed pink.
Despite the tendrils pushing inside him, like cold snakes, forcing his knees to buckle, Xion pushed himself off the floor.
With his thumb, he wiped his wet lips, the taste of sticky fluid still clinging to his throat.
With a sharp tug, his robe came loose.
Xion wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. The red fabric slid down his pale skin, dropping around his bare feet like a last shred of innocence.
"Darius..." he called the name as one would call to his most precious treasure.
Because to Xion, Darius was more precious than anything—more than his life, his wings, even his angelic existence.
And now, because of some wannabe God, his darling had to go to war.
With a wet sheen swirling in his deep blue eyes, he straddled Darius’ lap in one smooth motion.
His shaking hands grabbed at broad shoulders, his lips capturing Darius’ in a desperate, messy kiss.
The Archduke groaned into his mouth, tasting himself on Xion’s tongue. But before he could regain control, the healer shifted, grinding down onto him.
"Here," Xion whispered, using his hand to hold the sticky cock and press it on his hole. "I want you to cum inside me."
The darkness had swallowed the green of his eyes, lust thrummed inside Darius’ veins like lava, burning away what little sanity he had left.
He wanted to fuck Xion brutally.
"I’ll cum wherever you want, love. I’ll fill you until you can’t take anymore."
He watched, mesmerized how the swollen head of his cock pressed against that delicate, stretched entrance. It was still slick, still quivering from his mana’s relentless teasing.
Darius pulled his mana back, leaving space for his cock. "Yes, just like that. Sit on it."
Xion slowly sank down.
A strangled cry tore from his throat as he impaled himself inch by inch, walls fluttering violently around the thick length.
His nails dug into Darius’ shoulders, breaking skin, drawing thin trails of red.
"Ahhh! Darius... Nngh!"
The Archduke’s jaw clenched, chest heaving as his lover writhed on top of him. He was pinned, restrained, helpless—and yet watching Xion ride him like this nearly destroyed him.
Xion looked less like an angel, more like a succubus, ready to suck his soul out.
"Fuck, you’re using me like a toy, baby." His voice was guttural, raw. "You want to sit here and milk me like this, hmm? Is that it? If you like my cock so much, take it deeper."
Xion kissed him harder, hips rolling down, swallowing him whole.
His mouth moved from Darius’ lips to his neck, leaving bite marks as Darius had always done to him.
When the red bloomed under his lips, Xion understood it all too well. This way of marking was really something else.
So, he left more.
He bit on that tilted jaw before his teeth found the round Adam’s apple. It bobbled under his kiss.
He bit down, then sucked hard, leaving a bruise that would brand him for days.
Every shred of his suppressed emotion poured out as aggression, and damn Darius, he loved every second of it.
A wet trail slid down the corner of Xion’s eye.
His movements faltered for a beat, thighs trembling, but he didn’t stop riding Darius’ equally eager cock.
The chair groaned under the pace as he bounced on Darius’ lap, each motion forcing them both deeper into madness.
The moment Xion’s movements slowed down again, Darius’ control finally snapped.
The restraints shattered with a crack of green light.
His freed hands shot up, one gripping Xion’s hips hard enough to bruise, the other tangling in his hair. He slammed his lover down onto his cock, making him scream into his mouth.
"You did so well, Xion. So, so well," Darius cooed as he pressed his lips against Xion’s.
The kiss soon turned into a war, with their tongues clashing for control.
Darius devoured those soft lips with his teeth.
"Now, it’s time for me to take over." With that, he slammed himself deeper, brushing against Xion’s delicate spot with ruthless force.
All of Xion’s screams vanished into Darius’ mouth.