Azraelis struggled to breathe; fear gripped him as he realized how unexpectedly Zephyris had attacked.
"How did he get here?" he asked himself. He had ensured that every portal leading here was closed, and he had made his scent unnoticeable and untrackable.
His eyes were now bright red with anger as he gazed down at his manhood. It was hard as well, and then his eyes wandered around the room.
"Aphrodite, this rope is made of it," he screamed mentally, as he couldn't say a word. He could swear he didn't remember Zephyris being this strong, even when he left; the rope still tightened and increasingly made him feel horny.
I guess he got to taste his own medicine, and it was annoying.
He tried so many ways he could, but no, the rope wasn't bulging.
Just then, a figure appeared before him with a frown on his face.
"When I said you should kidnap and mark him, I wasn't expecting to see you here tied by the neck with an Aphrodite rope," the figure's voice said, laced with venom, and immediately cut the rope.
Azraelis coughed as he held his neck. "It's you to talk. Why don't you do it to him?" Azraelis asked, smirking while still touching his arched neck.
But the figure didn't answer. "Oh, I get it; you love it when a dick gets into your hole," Azraelis winked.
"Shut up."
"Look at me, I'm still horny. Why don't we do it now? It doesn't seem like you're betraying Zephyris," Azraelis said before stroking his rod.
The figure's face winced. "Bastard." That was the only thing that came out of his mouth.
And went closer to Azraelis and knelt down before touching the little monster before him.
He licked the tips before putting them all into his mouth.
~Urgh~
"Good, you are doing well," Azraelis groaned, as his hand moved to the figure's hair and throat-fucked him, moving his head in an up-and-down motion.
"You… know well that he intends to kill you if he discovers your involvement in the kidnapping of Owen."
He struggled to articulate these words through his groaning mouth, which was strained by the intense pressure he was receiving.
Azraelis promptly pulled the figure's hair backward, leaned over, and kissed his lips. The combination of the salty taste of his semen and the moisture from the figure's tongue intensified his arousal.
"Bastard, you don't get enough…"
"Of you, Malcolm," Azraelis interjected, smiling.
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With a tender touch, Zephyris brushed his fingers through Owen's hair as he laid him down on the bed, carefully peeling away his clothes. His eyes locked onto Owen's form, but a wave of panic washed over him, making him hesitate to approach.
"This could be the perfect moment to get you pregnant, yet here I am, frozen in place. What if something happens to you in the morning?" Zephyris averted his gaze, letting out a heavy sigh.
The truth loomed over him like a dark cloud, Owen's life was precarious, and Zephyris bore a curse that he could never bring himself to reveal.
He had married Owen not just for love, but to keep him close, for every glance at Owen sent his heart racing in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.
They claim that a devil is devoid of a heart, but that's a mere myth.
Once upon a time, Zephyris was just a boy, innocent and untainted, before the weight of the throne was thrust upon him. He became the King of Hell, burdened by a curse that ultimately led to the tragic demise of his first love.
Now, all he desires is to protect Owen from the same fate and from himself, by being by Owen's side.
At that moment, his butler appeared, summoned by a silent call that echoed in the depths of his mind.
"My Lord," the butler intoned, his gaze cast downward in deference.
"Fetch the dark physician at once," he ordered, his mood as tempestuous as the inferno itself.
All he craved was chaos, his gaze flickering to Owen, who had turned away, lost in his own world of pleasure, fingers dancing over his mouth and other to his hole.
"Zephyris… please… I need to feel you… please," Owen gasped, desperation lacing his voice, tears glistening on his cheeks.
His body radiated heat, the fruit's effect was igniting fire within him, and all he could think about was Zephyris and the desire that consumed him. There was no denying it.
Zephyris felt a pang of conflict; he couldn't fulfill Owen's yearning, but he couldn't resist the pull. He climbed onto the bed, closing the distance between them, and captured Owen's lips in a fierce kiss.
The kiss stole Owen's breath away, while Zephyris's fingers plunged deep into Owen's soft warmth.
In and out, his hand moved with a rhythm that matched the growing hardness within him.
~Yes~ngh~huff~huff~
Owen gasped, his body trembling as he reached his peak, succumbing to bliss before slipping into unconsciousness.
A sly grin spread across Zephyr's lips as he glanced down at his own arousal, already standing at attention.
"You're going to be the end of me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
With a steady rhythm, he began to stroke himself, his gaze locked on Owen's serene face. His imagination wandered, picturing the thrill of having Owen's lips wrapped around him.
A deep, satisfied groan escaped him as he rose to his feet, lifting Owen effortlessly into his arms and carrying him to the bathroom.
Gently, he placed Owen in the tub, then stepped back, instructing the maid to tend to him. He knew he couldn't do it himself; the temptation would be too great, and he feared where it might lead.
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After a half-hour wait, the butler finally appeared, ushering in the physician.
"Good day, My Lord," Haarxys greeted with a bow and a grin. "What can this humble servant do for you today?"
Zephyris scowled, his brows knitting together as he shot a sharp look at Haarxys.
"Enough with the theatrics, Haarxys," he snapped, clearly not in the mood for the physician's antics.
Haarxys chuckled, tousling his vibrant blue hair, his keen black eyes sweeping the room until they landed on a young man sprawled on the bed. A smirk crept across his face. 'Looks like we've picked the right candidate for the task at hand.'
"You called for me, Zephyris. What's the matter?" he asked, feigning ignorance about the situation.
"It's as if he's ingested something... something akin to an aphrodisiac," Zephyris muttered, his face a mask of indifference.
"Leave," he commanded the butler and the guards stationed at the door.
Haarxys nodded, striding over to the unconscious Owen.
"He passed out after... well, you know. That's a good sign. But I'm afraid…"
"Afraid of what?" Zephyris pressed, impatience lacing his tone.
"If you want the effects to wear off, you'll need to give him what he craves. Whoever slipped him that forbidden fruit clearly knows you well," Haarxys remarked, then let out a whistle.
"I can't do anything. You're both his antidote and his poison. It's only when you two engage that my remedy can take effect."
Zephyris nodded, determination settling in. "Head to the guest room. I'll take care of him," he decided, a flicker of excitement igniting within him.
His demon side revealed at the thought. Tasting Owen would mean binding him to Zephyris forever, ensuring he would be treated with care from that moment on.
But first, he had to track down the mastermind behind this scheme. He had deliberately left his brother in a precarious situation, a rope around his neck, all to lure out the one who had orchestrated this.
'By now, they must be drowning in desire,' he mused, casting a glance back at Owen, whose body still twitched in restless slumber.
With that thought, he exited the room, ready to set his plans in motion.