Chapter 408: Scenerio-1 (In Another Parallel World) (18+)
Author’s Note:
The following Chapters are not part of the main storyline. They take place in a parallel timeline where Darius fully gives in to his feral side. Please read them as an alternate scenario, separate from canon events.
The following scene is darker smut, and if you are uncomfortable with it, kindly skip this and the next Chapter. As for the ones who are reading... enjoy~
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Xion was trembling, his body already worn raw from being forced to ride, but Darius wasn’t satisfied. The Archduke’s cock was still hard, still buried inside, throbbing with hunger.
The northern lord’s hand slid up, fingers circling the healer’s delicate throat.
With a sharp squeeze, he forced Xion’s head back, cutting off his breath just enough to make his lips part and eyes widen.
"Look at you," Darius growled, the veins in his forearm flexing as he held him there. "Even when you can’t breathe, you’re clenching tighter around me. Filthy little thing... you like
this, don’t you?"Xion tried to shake his head, a whimper leaving his throat, but the traitorous heat in his body betrayed him.
His cock twitched helplessly, leaking against Darius’ stomach.
The Archduke’s smile was cruel. "You’re dripping just from me choking you. How cute."
When he pushed his tongue inside the parted mouth, Xion let it swirl without offering any resistance. Because resistance would only end in more brutal punishment.
"Good. My obedient little cockslut."
Darius released just enough pressure for Xion to drag in a ragged breath, then slammed him down hard, cock burying to the hilt.
The healer cried out in half-pain, half-pleasure.
Darius leaned close, his low voice was filled with dangerous need, and there was not the slightest bit of gentleness to his actions.
Then again, that gentleness had vanished when Xion tried to run away, only to be caught after six years.
Since then, Xion had utterly failed to appease the northern lord’s fury.
"Darius, p-please, I can’t hold on..."
His whimpers only seemed to excite the crazy Archduke. The smirk was back on his handsome face, something that only meant chaos.
Sure enough, the next words left Xion trembling.
"Oh, no, Xion. You don’t get to cum until I say. Do you hear me?"
Xion’s nails dug into his shoulders and his thighs, red from all those spanks, quivered. "P-please... I can’t—"
"You can
," Darius snarled, tightening his grip on his waist, forcing him to grind in slow, agonizing circles on his cock."You’ll hold it. You’ll beg for it. Only that way you will remember who you belong to."
The healer sobbed.
His vision had turned hazy with tears and stars from the choking, but the pressure inside his belly only grew.
Every drag of Darius’ cock against that spot inside him made his body scream for release.
"Say it," the Archduke demanded, slapping his ass with blunt force, the crack echoing in the cave. "Beg me like the needy slut you are."
"I-I’m begging, Darius — ahh — I need it! Please, please let me cum!"
The silver-haired lord laughed, his green eyes gleaming with the cruel light of triumph. "That’s it. That’s my good boy. Beg louder, darling. Let me hear just how desperate you are for me."
"Please! I beg you, Darius, I can’t — please!"
The Archduke’s hand tightened on his throat again, possessive and brutal.
His other hand wrapped around Xion’s weeping cock, stroking it in ruthless rhythm with his thrusts.
"You’ll cum when I fill you again. Not before. If you disobey me, I’ll keep you here until dawn and fuck you raw."
Xion’s entire body convulsed at the threat, his nails scratching down Darius’ back.
"You hate me, huh?" he rammed hard. "You say you despise it when I go all feral for you."
Darius kissed the swollen lips, locking Xion’s breath under his tongue as his hand cruelly pressed on the weeping cock, forcing the crying beauty to hold his orgasm back.
When he let the gasping healer breathe again, his lips curved into a deranged smile.
"But baby is the one who made me like this, no?"
He leaned down to lick the tears spilling from those blue eyes. "You were supposed to marry me, darling. But you ran away. So, of course, I have to show you your place."
The ramming increased, forcing Xion to cling to Darius for support.
"This is where you belong. On my lap, with my cock in your ass. Right, Xion? You won’t try to run away now, do you?"
Xion hastily shook his head and parroted the words that had been engraved into his skull. "N-No more running. I am your husband, I-I belong to you.. Ah!"
A spank on his ass came as a reward.
"Good boy. Always remember that." With that, Darius yanked at the wet dark strands and pulled Xion into another messy kiss.
Forcing his tongue deeper, letting Xion swallow his spit, as if that way he could mark Xion from the inside out. In every way possible.
The moment Darius spilled deep inside him, grinding their hips together so Xion stayed plugged full, he gave the command:
"Now, baby. Cum for me."
Calloused fingers finally left the trembling and swollen cock.
Xion shattered instantly, his body writhing in Darius’ hold, painting their chests with his release as he screamed the Archduke’s name.
The northern lord held him through it, stroking his throat with wicked satisfaction, keeping him full and trembling.
When Xion finally collapsed against him, boneless and ruined, Darius kissed the corner of his puffy lips and whispered like a madman,
"You see, sweetheart? Even your orgasms belong to me. This body, these cries, the very air you breathe — mine."
Xion knew that every word that spilled from those lips was true. No matter where he tried to run, Darius would always find him.
It was his own stupidity that had led to this mess.
If he hadn’t spoken to Ray or hadn’t asked for something that only travelers used, Darius wouldn’t have lost his temper.
However, the worst was the Archduke’s grudge.
Xion didn’t dare to ask how Ray was doing at the borders. Because right now, all he wanted was for Darius to calm down and let him rest.
Much to Xion’s chagrin, the northern lord gently kissed his ear.
"We should move onto bed. Don’t want my dear Xion getting a fever again. It would be a pity to have to cut off another healer’s arms for touching what’s mine, no?"
Xion’s entire body shivered, and yet he remained there, on Darius’ lap, letting the Archduke carry him to their bed.
His punishment wasn’t over.