[DETAILED NSFW]
PAPAPAPAPA—the amorous sound echoed through the library as Riven rammed into Emlyn continuously with the intense force of a tidal wave.
“Oh…. Ah… Nghhh…” Emlyn babbled incoherently as the raging sensation from his bottom overpowered his whole being, trapping him in an indefinite state of pleasure.
His eyes were glazed over, his tongue permanently out in an attempt to catch his breath in between the deadly thrusts. The table rattled heavily under the influence of their motion, and as Emlyn climaxed, he went from leaning onto the table to laying on it while moving along with the speedy movement of the impatient Riven.
“Eek!” Emlyn shrieked when Riven suddenly twisted him about, raising his fair legs; he placed his ankles on his shoulders before pulling him closer, each plunge going deeper than ever.
Riven was usually rough, that was a fact etched into Emlyn's body and Dina's mind from their spicy days. However, something about now was different.
He had become more inhuman than usual and moved with an insane speed and power, hitting all the weak spots within Emlyn, completely culling the madness of his heat by embodying its very core, throwing Emlyn into extreme levels of euphoria.
Emlyn's body trembled heavily as his feet straightened out, bringing his butt higher—forcing him to slide forward as soon as a powerful thrust hit him. He groaned loudly, digging his fingers onto the table till it bled, unable to control the ecstasy that overpowered him.
Eventually, he went from moaning loudly to softly whimpering, and his mind had already shut down when Riven pulled it back with a steamy kiss. After that, they somehow ended up on the floor.
The good thing was that it was cool, abating the heat that threatened to burn a permanent fever into Emlyn. The bad thing was that due to the stark temperature difference, it had become a whole new stimulus. His nipples slid harshly on the smooth surface of the floor, twisting and turning against it, and when he tried to clench onto something with his fingers, he failed miserably.
A sharp gasp left his throat as a wave of white flowed into him, and without being given a break, he was lifted and ended up pinned onto the wall as Riven repeatedly rammed into him without pausing—not even once.
His fingers dug deep into the male's back with his legs tightly circled about him, the blood from his skin mixing with his fingers to a brutally erotic sight—so dangerously alluring.
The light pain barely registered in Riven's mind. He was far too gone in the bliss that came from his member being pleasured by Emlyn's mesmerizing insides. Before this, he had always held tight to the slightest thread of control to avoid harming the male, but Emlyn's magic had scissored that, and his body would pay for it very dearly.
Their tongues entangled into a tantalizing tango of passion, wrapping and sucking as their saliva mixed into one—indistinguishable yet distinct. Emlyn grabbed at Riven's hair, gripping it tightly while pulling the male further inward with a destructive desire to merge into him.
He was tormented yet pleased, energized yet drained, immensely satisfied yet wanting more. It was a mess of emotions. However, with an insanely deep thrust filled with power, everything shattered into pieces, and his mind was replaced with a numbing euphoria that left him in a coma-like state, trembling vividly from the drastic sensations.
They did it for a day straight in the library, before Riven finally listened to his pleas and tossed his tired body onto the bed. They still went on without stopping to the second day, and with his heat suddenly energizing in him, Emlyn became even more active, taking charge of their activities for a brief second before Riven's mania sucked it right out of him.
On the third day, a blanked-out Emlyn awoke to Riven's dick in his mouth. The emptiness from his backside had awakened him.
Apparently, being fed down there wasn't enough, and his slutty body had taken charge, switching to sucking off Riven instead. He was fed so much that the white fluid flowed out from the corners of his mouth. And even then, Riven didn't stop until his jaws slackened and he became immobile. Only then did the male pull out before turning him over to continue with his butt.
Just like that, a week passed with the two sex maniacs still going at it until Emlyn's heat ended, and Emlyn completely conked out.
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***
When Riven's rationale returned, the first emotion he felt was shock. How could he, despite his grasp, lose control? That was preposterous. The second was anxiety. He had woken up still inside Emlyn, ramming into him like a beast despite the fact he had passed out for a long while.
He observed the purplish bruises all over the male from being manhandled, his cum-stained body, his ravaged hole, which had been gravely bullied, still holding his (R) member, and his already healed fingers gripping the sheets.
He pulled out slowly, and what followed was a stream of semen that flowed out of the male before trickling down his exposed thighs. The remaining probably needed a thorough wash to completely scrape out.
Emlyn's eyes were empty, and his mouth was wide gasp with tears and drool staining his lovely face, he had on a vacant expression that seemed like he had lost his very soul, scaring Riven, who calmed down only after confirming the male was still alive.
The fact that he had checked was proof of how severe all this was.
Tracing his hands across Emlyn’s bruised neck which showed signs of being clenched, the third emotion within him magnified—guilt. It ripped through him and left him feeling quite helpless for the first time in a long while.
He carried the passed-out male to the bathhouse, thoroughly cleaning both his insides and outsides till he sparkled. He was held by him and fed—they hadn't eaten throughout their week of mania, and Riven feared that if he waited for Emlyn to wake up before feeding him, he might die.
After laying Emlyn inside his (E) room, he went off to do some cleaning.
His (R) room was disastrous and smelt of an odd mix of flowers and semen. Sheets were strewn about hazardously, semen covering the most questionable places, pillows ripped apart and tossed aside, and a completely demolished bed— he had woken up with Emlyn on the floor.
He cleared everything up and temporarily, erasing his magic ban, fixed the vanquished items with magic before making his way to the library. It was only a bit better than his room, but the table had also been destroyed, leaving him quite speechless.
No wonder Emlyn looked so bullied. No matter what happens, he absolutely must not lose control like that ever again. Or else, with his magic ban lifted, he might demolish the whole castle, after having a crazy, erotic adventure with Emlyn everywhere and permanently hurt the male at the same time.
By the time he was done, it was a bit late, and moving to Emlyn's room, he carried the male back to his.
The lack of response from Emlyn troubled him, but he concluded that he just needed a bit more time. He didn't mind a full recovery; just a sign that he was okay was enough.
This proved to be asking too much, and Emlyn remained as he was for a week. Emlyn seemed to have entered a semi-coma state to recover, leaving Riven extremely anxious.
Despite knowing incubus mania always had long stages of recovery, he had never really heard of any incubus having heat for a week straight, and thus, he was worried—He was worried that rather than recovering, Emlyn's body might be undergoing something terrible.
The worst part was that he couldn't use magic to avoid hurting Emlyn. An incubus magic cycle truly was infuriating.
And so, for the next week, Riven took explicit care of Emlyn. But the later Emlyn woke up, the more he was tempted to use magic, and on the third day, he went back to his lab, studying various spells that might work, and how to prevent the possible consequences it might bring.
He swore that by the seventh day, if Emlyn didn't wake, he would take matters into his own hands. He was not risking it.
During that gloomy period, he realized just how much excitement Emlyn had brought to his boring life. There was no male to chatter about irrelevant matters, no one to practice weaponry with, no one to eat and sleep with, and no one to accompany him through his day-to-day activities. He was all alone and never had it hurt so much.
It was annoying to accept the fact that he had become that dependent on Emlyn, but even when he found it so frustrating, at the thought of his turmoil being due to the captivating male, he found himself unable to remain angered. He really did like him.
The bubbly child had rolled into his life and made an outlandish declaration, which he somehow made true. Indeed, he was right. This feeling was something magic couldn't replicate.
It was overwhelming and passionate, and he feared to admit that it was slowly devouring him, and soon… probably…. possibly, no, most definitely, would consume him. And the craziest thing was that he wouldn't mind as long as it was Emlyn.
The days that went by were dreary and terrible, and the only thing that kept him sane was the fact that Emlyn was still with him despite his condition.
On the seventh day, Emlyn finally woke up groggily in Riven's arms. He felt disoriented and could barely make out his situation.
Just a slight movement was what it took for Riven to instantly get up, anxiously checking if he was okay.
“Are you alright?” He asked nervously, his face casting a pitiful look that had Emlyn stunned for words.
Who… Who the heck was this?! Riven could make that kind of face?!
Nevertheless, Emlyn smiled softly, a weak voice escaping his throat, and he replied, “Yes, thank you for caring, Riven”.
***
“Oof—” Emlyn yelped as he stumbled before being caught by Riven, who glared at him with a displeased look, making him sweat-drop.
Emlyn had woken up a few days earlier and just like that odd moment before, his entire body had healed up, bringing him to full health. He seemed to have become even much healthier, or maybe he was just imagining it.
Despite that, because of his long stay in bed, his muscles were a bit weak, so even with him being eager to begin moving, disregarding Riven's concerns, he ended up nearly toppling over but was saved by Riven.
“Be patient, you will soon move as you want,” Riven cautioned him while carrying him in a princess carry to the dining room.
Emlyn was pouting unhappily but still wrapped arms around Riven's strong neck with his fluffy head on his chest, triggering a warm feeling that enveloped Riven's heart. So adorable— gosh, he did miss him.
Reaching the dining room, Riven sat on a chair with Emlyn on his lap, eating while feeding him simultaneously. He observed the energetic male with a smile, the warm feeling becoming almost too much, spreading from his heart to his body, even to his face, causing him to smile widely.
Emlyn noticed this while humming from the excitement of having his first real meal, after a long while.
He was stunned for a bit before a quiet laugh escaped him, enhancing his already dazzling features, “Teach, you look so happy… Must have missed me, huh?”
Riven froze, and the next instant a deep redness spread across his face to his neck and throughout his whole body, leaving him as red as a crab.
This boy was so… so… endearing! How is he so lovely?!
Meanwhile, Emlyn stared at him aghast, like he had seen a ghost.
WTF, Riven was blushing?!
‘I'm not dreaming, am I, Zero? He's really blushing, right?’
‘It seems so.'
'Holy schmoly, I was shocked at the 85% but even more by the effect—he seemed to have fallen for Emlyn!’
Dina was in awe; it hadn't even occurred to her that people like Riven, who could disregard a person's life as nothing, could fall in love! So even he had a heart?
Well, this just made her work easier, just 15% more, and she was gone. With the man already in love with Emlyn, it should be relatively easy to capture the rest, right? Hopefully.
Emlyn teased cheerfully, “Teach~, don't be shy.”
Riven glared silently at him, causing him to giggle louder, leaving the male huffing in exasperation.
Perhaps annoyed, his face went back to its usual blank state, and licking off a layer of food from Emlyn's lips, he asked a question that horrified him, “Don't you have better things to worry about, like pregnancy?”
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WHAT!?