Chapter 150: _Rearranged By The Rogue King (Warning: More Empire Level Spice Ahead.)
Elian’s POV
Elian’s hands trembled as he wrapped them around his own cock, pumping slowly while still sucking Kyren. The sensation made his whole body quake... his throat was stuffed, his fist moving in shaky strokes along his own dripping length. Kyren threw his head back, a guttural sound ripping from his chest. "Fuck... seeing you like this... I want nothing more than to claim you in every sense of the word. No one else will ever get you like this." Elian moaned around his cock, the sound wet and needy, sending vibrations that made Kyren’s hips stutter. Kyren gripped his hair tighter, setting a brutal pace now, fucking his mouth with raw power. Each thrust pushed Elian closer to the edge, precum dripping steadily onto the marble floor beneath them. Spit and tears mixed down his face, his throat raw but begging for more. His body burned, desperate for release. Kyren glanced down, his crimson gaze like fire. "Stroke faster," he ordered, his voice deep, vibrating with power. Elian obeyed instantly, his hand working his cock with desperate speed, each stroke pulling a gasp from his throat even as Kyren filled it again. His body was a mess of pain and pleasure, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his bare skin. Kyren smirked, his thumb swiping across Elian’s swollen lower lip. "Such a good little flame. Taking me so well. Look at you—on your knees, choking on my cock, stroking yourself like you’ll die without me."
Elian’s hands trembled as he wrapped them around his own cock, pumping slowly while still sucking Kyren. The sensation made his whole body quake... his throat was stuffed, his fist moving in shaky strokes along his own dripping length. Kyren threw his head back, a guttural sound ripping from his chest. "Fuck... seeing you like this... I want nothing more than to claim you in every sense of the word. No one else will ever get you like this." Elian moaned around his cock, the sound wet and needy, sending vibrations that made Kyren’s hips stutter. Kyren gripped his hair tighter, setting a brutal pace now, fucking his mouth with raw power. Each thrust pushed Elian closer to the edge, precum dripping steadily onto the marble floor beneath them. Spit and tears mixed down his face, his throat raw but begging for more. His body burned, desperate for release. Kyren glanced down, his crimson gaze like fire. "Stroke faster," he ordered, his voice deep, vibrating with power. Elian obeyed instantly, his hand working his cock with desperate speed, each stroke pulling a gasp from his throat even as Kyren filled it again. His body was a mess of pain and pleasure, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his bare skin. Kyren smirked, his thumb swiping across Elian’s swollen lower lip. "Such a good little flame. Taking me so well. Look at you—on your knees, choking on my cock, stroking yourself like you’ll die without me."
Elian’s eyes fluttered, his hand moving faster, moans spilling out around Kyren’s length. The words only made his cock ache more, precum slicking his fist as he pumped furiously.
Kyren pulled back suddenly, his cock slipping from Elian’s lips with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected them, dripping messily onto Elian’s chin and chest.
"On the bed," Kyren growled, pulling him up roughly by the hair. Elian stumbled to his feet, his cock bobbing, slick and dripping, his face a complete wreck.
Kyren shoved him down onto the bed, making his body bounce against the plush mattress.
The rogue king climbed on after him, crawling up his body like a predator. His mouth found Elian’s neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, his hand gripping Elian’s wrist and pinning it above his head.
Elian gasped, arching into him. "K–Kyren—"
"Shhh." Kyren’s lips crushed against his, devouring him in a kiss that stole the air from his lungs.
His tongue pushed deep, tasting and claiming.
Elian moaned helplessly, trapped beneath him, his cock grinding against Kyren’s stomach. Every touch, every growl, every kiss was driving him insane.
Kyren pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing Elian’s ear. "Turn over."
Elian blinked, dazed. "W–what?"
"You heard me. Hands and knees. Now."
A shiver ran down Elian’s spine.
He’s never seen this side of Kyren before.
Elian’s cock twitched violently at the command. Without thinking, he obeyed, rolling onto his stomach and crawling forward until he was on all fours, his ass raised, his face buried in the sheets.
Kyren’s hand smacked his ass hard, the sound echoing in the room. Elian yelped, his face heating.
"Perfect," Kyren murmured darkly, spreading his cheeks apart and staring at him with hungry eyes. He leaned down, licking a slow stripe over his hole, making Elian jolt with shock and pleasure.
"K–Kyren!" Elian gasped, burying his face deeper in the sheets. His whole body shook, the sensation overwhelming.
Kyren grinned against him. "You taste so good, little flame."
He flicked his tongue over him again, making Elian’s knees buckle. His cock leaked freely beneath him, dripping onto the sheets.
When Elian thought he couldn’t take anymore, Kyren pulled back. He positioned himself, his cock pressing against Elian’s hole, the head slick with spit and precum.
Elian’s breath caught. His entire body was trembling in anticipation.
"Say you want it," Kyren demanded, his voice a growl.
"I—I want it," Elian moaned, his voice breaking. "Please, Kyren."
Kyren smirked, gripping his hips tightly. "Good boy."
With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside, stretching Elian wide.
Elian cried out, the sensation overwhelming, pain mixing with blinding pleasure. His fingers clawed at the sheets, his back arching as Kyren filled him completely.
"Fuck," Kyren groaned, his head dropping back. "You’re so tight... so perfect."
Elian could only whimper, his body adjusting to the intrusion, his cock throbbing uncontrollably.
. Kyren pulled back slowly, then slammed back in, setting a rough, merciless rhythm. Each thrust sent Elian forward, the bed creaking under them.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, mingling with Elian’s helpless cries.
[Well, congratulations, fruitcake. You’ve officially been rearranged by the rogue king.]
Elian ignored the system, his mind a haze of pleasure.
Kyren’s cock hit that spot inside him over and over, sparks exploding behind his eyes. His own cock bobbed beneath him, leaking constantly, dripping onto the sheets.
Kyren leaned over him, his chest pressing against Elian’s back, his lips brushing his ear. "Touch yourself," he ordered, voice low and dangerous.
Elian reached down, wrapping his hand around his cock, stroking in time with Kyren’s thrusts. His body was on fire, every nerve ending sparking with sensation.
"You’re mine," Kyren growled, pounding into him harder. "Say it."
"I’m yours!" Elian cried out, his voice breaking. "Fuck... Kyren, I’m yours!"
Kyren bit down on his shoulder, his thrusts growing more frantic. Elian’s hand moved faster, his cock twitching violently in his grip.
He was close. So close.
Kyren felt it, smirking against his skin. "Cum for me, little flame. Cum while I’m inside you."
That was all it took.
Elian moaned loud, his body convulsing as he spilled onto the sheets, hot ropes of cum painting the bed beneath him. His vision blurred, his voice hoarse as he gasped for air.
Kyren groaned, his own release crashing over him.
He slammed into Elian one final time, burying himself deep as he spilled inside, his cum hot and thick, filling him completely. His growl shook the room, primal and possessive.
For a moment, the world was nothing but heat, sweat, and ragged breaths.
Elian collapsed onto the bed, his body trembling, spent and messy. Kyren hovered over him, his chest heaving, his hair damp with sweat and his crimson eyes still glowing faintly.
He pressed a kiss to the back of Elian’s neck, softer now.
"My little flame," he whispered again, possessive and tender all at once.
Elian could only groan weakly in response, his body too wrung out to speak.
[Wow. Ten out of ten rail session! Five stars. Would recommend.]
Elian buried his face in the sheets, groaning louder. ’Shut up...’
But despite his embarrassment, a faint smile tugged at his lips.
Because no matter how rough, how merciless, how consuming—Kyren had made sure he felt wanted.
And Elian wasn’t sure he’d ever escape that pull again.