Omega Ascension System[BL]

Elian’s cock ached with arousal underneath his pants but Kyren soon helped him out with that. The rogue king kept his right hand firmly tangled through Elian’s hair, using the fingers of his left to cast a simple spell. Slowly, the zipper of Elian’s pants went down, his boxers bulging out. The sensation from that simple action was enough to make Elian moan before finally taking in Kyren’s cock in one deliberate gulp. His left hand held Kyren’s waist firmly for balance as he moved his mouth on the throbbing length. "Spit on it," Kyren growled, using telekinesis to raise Elian’s chin. Elian breathed heavily, his body shaking as he brought his lips to Kyren’s dick again. This time he gathered all the spit he could muster and spat on it, using his fingers to rub it around the head of his cock. Then he took it into his mouth again while Kyren began unbuttoning his shirt. Kyren’s fingers finished popping each button open, slow and deliberate, as though he wanted Elian to feel every inch of surrender. The cool air of the room hit his chest, his shirt sliding down to his elbows, trapping his arms just enough that he couldn’t move them freely. "Perfect," Kyren rumbled, his voice low and dangerous. "Now you look even more vulnerable. Hot." Elian moaned around his cock at those words, the vibration making Kyren shudder, his grip tightening in Elian’s hair. The rogue king thrust forward just enough to make Elian’s throat protest before pulling back slightly, teasing him with that rhythm. Saliva and pre-cum mixed messily at the corners of Elian’s lips, dripping down his chin onto his bare chest. His cock strained painfully against his boxers, throbbing with every hum and groan.

"Fuck, look at you," Kyren snarled, tilting Elian’s head back with brutal precision, making him look up while still gagging on his length. "Eyes on me, little flame. Don’t you dare look away." Elian’s vision blurred, his body trembling as heat coursed through him. His shirt finally slipped free, leaving him half naked and on his knees in front of the king of shadows, panting around his cock. Kyren smirked, pulling out just enough to drag his slick length across Elian’s lips, smearing him with it. His thumb brushed over Elian’s spit-slick chin before tilting his face up once more. "You’ll stay right there until I say otherwise," he promised darkly, towering over him. Then, with a low growl, Kyren yanked the last of Elian’s shirt free, tossing it aside like it was nothing. The rogue king’s eyes gleamed, crimson and hungry. "Now," Kyren murmured, his grin wicked as his cock brushed Elian’s swollen lips again, "open wider." [Now we watch as the main character obeys like a slut.] Elian ignored the system’s sarcastic jab, obeying Kyren’s words without hesitation, lips parting wider, his jaw aching as Kyren pushed deeper. The rogue king’s cock slid past his tongue and down his throat in one steady thrust that made his eyes water. "Good," Kyren growled, holding him there, his hand fisting tighter in Elian’s hair. "So fucking good." Elian gagged, but the heat in his core only intensified, his cock twitching helplessly in his boxers. His body was already betraying him, his moans vibrating around Kyren’s length as he swallowed greedily.

Kyren began to move—slow at first, dragging himself out of Elian’s throat only to slam back in, the wet sounds of spit and pre-cum filling the room. Each thrust made Elian shiver, his hands clutching desperately at Kyren’s thighs for balance. "Look at you," Kyren purred, looking down at him with those blazing crimson eyes. "On your knees, drooling for me, like you were made for this. Made for me." Elian whimpered around his cock, tears streaking his flushed face as his arousal pooled hot and unbearable between his legs. [Don’t you dare cum in your boxers, pookie. Not unless he tells you to. Gosh, I’ll have to be an observer all your life.] Elian nearly cursed at the system, but Kyren’s pace quickened, fucking his throat harder, pulling him deeper with every thrust. He could hardly think. His chest heaved, his body trembling with overstimulation as his gag reflex gave way to pure submission. Then Kyren slowed again, pulling out just enough to smear his cock across Elian’s spit-slick lips, his thumb swiping the mess across his cheek. "Take your pants off," Kyren ordered, his voice rough, dominant and merciless. "I want to see how hard you are while you choke on me." Elian’s shaky hands immediately went to his waistband, tugging his boxers and pants down in one desperate motion, his cock springing free—red, dripping and painfully swollen. Kyren’s grin widened. "That’s it, little flame. Now stroke yourself... while I ruin your throat." [Sigh... I should’ve made "choking on the rogue king’s dick" a special mission. But let’s see how this goes.]