Chapter 176: _Made For Him (Warning: Empire Level Spice Ahead)
Elian’s POV
He moaned softly as Kyren’s fingers slipped up and down his naked upper body. The rogue king’s hands were sensual in their touch, rubbing the sides of his waist first before going higher to his nipples. He didn’t waste a second, teasing him by rubbing his nipples. Elian gasped at the sharp jolt of pleasure, his body arching despite himself. His arms trembled as he wrapped them around Kyren’s body. His chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath sharper than the last, while his skin burned with every flick of the king’s calloused thumbs. "Sensitive," Kyren muttered against his neck, his deep voice curling like smoke into Elian’s ear. His lips brushed over Elian’s skin as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers racing down his spine. Elian low-key wanted to protest—but when Kyren twisted his nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly, all that came out of his mouth was a broken whimper. Kyren chuckled low and amused, before pressing his lips to Elian’s throat and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His free hand left Elian’s chest and trailed lower, brushing along the firm ridges of his stomach before settling just above the waistband of his trousers. "Say it," Kyren ordered, his mouth never leaving Elian’s throat. "Tell me you want more." Elian’s teeth sank into his lower lip, biting back another moan. His pride screamed at him to resist, to hold on, but the warmth pooling in his stomach betrayed him.
He moaned softly as Kyren’s fingers slipped up and down his naked upper body. The rogue king’s hands were sensual in their touch, rubbing the sides of his waist first before going higher to his nipples. He didn’t waste a second, teasing him by rubbing his nipples. Elian gasped at the sharp jolt of pleasure, his body arching despite himself. His arms trembled as he wrapped them around Kyren’s body. His chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath sharper than the last, while his skin burned with every flick of the king’s calloused thumbs. "Sensitive," Kyren muttered against his neck, his deep voice curling like smoke into Elian’s ear. His lips brushed over Elian’s skin as he spoke, the warmth of his breath sending shivers racing down his spine. Elian low-key wanted to protest—but when Kyren twisted his nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly, all that came out of his mouth was a broken whimper. Kyren chuckled low and amused, before pressing his lips to Elian’s throat and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His free hand left Elian’s chest and trailed lower, brushing along the firm ridges of his stomach before settling just above the waistband of his trousers. "Say it," Kyren ordered, his mouth never leaving Elian’s throat. "Tell me you want more." Elian’s teeth sank into his lower lip, biting back another moan. His pride screamed at him to resist, to hold on, but the warmth pooling in his stomach betrayed him.
He shook his head, stubborn. "I... I..."
The rogue king lowered his head inches away from his face.
Kyren nipped him hard just below the ear, then let his tongue soothe the sting. "Your body’s begging me to keep going. Do you really think you can hide that from me?"
Elian squeezed his eyes shut, his breath ragged as Kyren’s hand lingered over the edge of his trousers. The rogue king’s palm was hot, heavy and threatening to rip apart what little self-control he still clung to.
[Someone has suddenly lost his ability to speak...]
"No..." Elian croaked mostly to the system, but even to his own ears, the word was a trembling sound that carried no conviction.
Kyren laughed under his breath, a sound so deep and commanding that it vibrated through Elian’s body.
"No?" His lips brushed over Elian’s jaw slowly. "Then why is your cock already so hard it’s straining against these trousers?"
Before Elian could retort, Kyren pressed his palm flat against his bulge, rubbing in slow circles that made Elian choke on a gasp. His knees nearly buckled.
"Fuck, Kyren..." His voice cracked, his throat tight with need.
He tried to push the rogue king’s hand away, but his own fingers betrayed him, curling against Kyren’s wrist as if afraid to lose the contact.
"See?" Kyren’s lips curled into a wicked grin against his cheek. "Your mouth lies, but your body worships me."
He squeezed harder, making Elian jerk violently in his grip.
Elian whimpered, the sound making his cheeks burn. He tilted his head back, baring his throat as his chest heaved.
"That’s it," Kyren murmured, dragging his lips down to lick over the mark he’d just left. "Give in to it. To me."
Heat flared in Elian’s stomach, sinking lower, his body quivering under the sheer command in Kyren’s voice.
Whatever words he had at the tip of his tongue were useless as Kyren unfastened his trousers with one swift motion.
The cool air hit his swollen length, and Elian shuddered violently.
Kyren hummed in appreciation, pulling his cock free and wrapping a firm hand around it. The rogue king’s grip was merciless, stroking from base to tip in slow, devastating pulls.
Elian’s head tilted backwards.
A loud, broken moan tore from his lips before he could stop it. His entire body trembled, hips jerking up into Kyren’s fist.
"That’s what I want to hear," Kyren growled, stroking faster now, his eyes burning into Elian’s face. "Don’t hold back, Elian. Let me hear every sound. Every fucking cry."
Elian’s hands clawed helplessly at Kyren’s shoulders, gripping the cold surface of his armour as if he’d fall apart without the anchor.
"Please—" The word slipped out of his mouth, choked and desperate.
Kyren’s grin widened.
"Please what? Use your words, little flame." He dragged his thumb over the dripping head of Elian’s cock, smearing the precum over the tip in slow, tantalising circles.
Elian’s body jolted violently, his thighs trembling. He turned his face aside, shame burning his cheeks. "Please... don’t stop."
Kyren’s throat rumbled with satisfaction, a low purr of approval. "That’s better." He stroked faster, his hand rough enough to sting but perfect enough to make Elian see stars. "Begging suits you."
"Kyren!" Elian cried out, arching into his touch, every shred of pride shattering under the overwhelming bliss.
His cock throbbed, spilling slick heat over Kyren’s fist as his climax threatened to break out.
But Kyren wasn’t done.
Just as Elian was about to come, the rogue king released him, pulling his hand away entirely.
Elian gasped like he’d been struck.
His body convulsed, his cock twitching painfully hard. "Wh-what—"
Kyren seized his chin, forcing him to look into his smouldering eyes. "You don’t come until I say so. Understood?"
Elian swallowed hard, his entire body trembling, his cock aching for release.
The command carved straight into his bones.
He wanted to fight it, to demand otherwise—but the words refused to form. He could only nod helplessly, lips parted as his breath dragged out in shuddering pants.
"That’s my good boy." Kyren kissed him then, hard and claiming, his tongue sliding past Elian’s lips.
The taste was intoxicating, making Elian’s head spin.
When Kyren pulled back, he was already taking off his armour with a simple wiggle of his wrists, leaving him naked.
His cock sprang free, thick, hard and flushed red. Elian’s eyes widened at the sight, his chest seizing with desire.
"On your knees," Kyren ordered, his voice like thunder.
Elian hesitated, pride flaring for the briefest second.
But the way Kyren stared down at him, hand wrapped around his own cock, made resistance impossible.
His body moved on instinct, sinking down until he was kneeling before the rogue king, his lips inches from the heavy length now throbbing in front of his face.
"Open."
Elian’s lips parted slowly, but Kyren pushed his cock past them with no patience. The thick head spread his mouth wide, dragging over his tongue, forcing a gag as it hit the back of his throat.
"Fuck," Kyren groaned, throwing his head back. His fingers curled into Elian’s hair, holding him in place as his hips thrust forward, burying his dick deeper into his throat. "That mouth... perfect. Made for me."
Elian’s eyes watered, his throat constricting as he tried to take more.
The sheer size was overwhelming, but the guttural sounds spilling from Kyren’s lips sent heat shooting down his spine. He gagged again, saliva dripping down his chin, and Kyren groaned even louder.
"That’s it. Take it. All of it." His grip tightened, pulling Elian down until his nose pressed into the rogue king’s musky curls, his throat stuffed full of cock. "Fuck, you look so good like this."
Elian’s nails dug into Kyren’s thighs, his chest heaving, his pride burning away with every wet, messy choke. But beneath it all, his cock pulsed helplessly, leaking against his own stomach.
Kyren fucked into his throat mercilessly, his pace brutal, using him until Elian’s vision blurred with tears. Each thrust left him more wrecked, his body trembling as moans vibrated around the thick shaft.
Finally, Kyren pulled out, strings of spit connecting them, and Elian gasped for air, coughing as his chest heaved.
The rogue king crouched down, grabbing Elian’s face between his large hands. He smirked at the wrecked state he’d left him in—red lips, tear-stained cheeks, spit dripping down his chin.
"Beautiful." Kyren pressed a kiss to his swollen mouth before standing again.
He turned him around roughly, pressing Elian’s chest against the closest cold wall, yanking his trousers down to bare him completely.
Elian’s body jolted, his ass now exposed, cock still hard and aching.
Kyren dragged a hand over his bare skin, kneading one cheek before spreading him open. "Look at you. Ready for me, aren’t you?"
Elian whimpered, pressing his forehead against the wall. "Kyren... please—"
"Beg properly."
"I—fuck—I need you." His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Please, Kyren... fuck me."
That was all it took.
Kyren spit into his palm, stroking himself once before pressing the thick head against Elian’s tight entrance. He pushed slowly, savouring every inch as Elian’s body stretched to take him.
Elian screamed, his nails clawing at the wall, his body trembling violently as the rogue king filled him inch by inch.
"Gods... so tight," Kyren snarled, his teeth sinking into Elian’s shoulder. "You were made for my cock. Fucking perfect."
Elian sobbed, caught between unbearable stretch and bliss that made his vision go white. His cock throbbed, smearing precum over the wall as Kyren started to move.
. The rogue king fucked him hard, each thrust brutal, slamming deep enough to make Elian cry out with every snap of his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room.
Elian’s voice broke with every moan, every scream, his body surrendering completely under the ruthless pace.
Kyren grabbed his hips, holding him steady, drilling into him with such force that Elian thought he might break apart.
"You’re mine," Kyren growled into his ear, his voice ragged with lust. "Say it."
"I-I’m yours!" Elian cried out, his body convulsing and his cock spurting thick ropes of cum untouched.
The pleasure was so violent it nearly blacked him out.
Kyren groaned in satisfaction, slamming deep one last time before spilling inside him, hot and overwhelming, filling him to the brim.
Elian collapsed against the wall, trembling violently as Kyren held him close, both of them shuddering through the aftershocks.
Elian glanced back just in time to watch Kyren finally pull out, the rogue king’s seed leaking down Elian’s thighs, hot and messy.
Kyren smirked, dragging a thumb through it.
"You’ll remember this," he whispered against Elian’s ear. "Every time you walk, you’ll feel me inside you. That’s the way it should be."
Elian’s body shook, his lips parting to speak, but no sound came. He felt completely consumed by the rogue king.
And Kyren? Kyren looked down at him like he had just claimed a throne.