CHAPTER 349: GOOD BOY, TAKE IT ALL IN (18+)

The carriage groaned on its axles. The wheels crunched over big and small stones, but neither of the two occupants noticed it.

At the same time, the driver also didn’t notice the debauched scene inside the perfectly silent carriage.

The sultry heat rose inside, making the two tangled bodies sweat.

Two hands gripped Xion’s hips, fingers digging into the delicate flesh as though Darius could mold him into something even more perfect. But then again, his baby was already perfect in every sense.

Emotions churned inside him. The shine in them dimmed another degree. The black had started to take control of all the colors.

The bloodlust was running rampant inside him, along with the blatant lust for Xion.

I might harm him, Darius thought to himself, willing his clamoring heart to stay steady.

Anya Hale, Caspian Hale, Silas Valaria... the names were transforming into spears, piercing into the chains that kept his darkness at bay.

Then he saw it. And all the chaos rushed to concentrate on one focal point.

Blue.

It was breathtakingly beautiful, the way the blurriness in those eyes glittered like golden mist.

If those wet lips parted and asked for the world, he would have given it, happily at that.

"So pretty," he whispered in a breathless adoration. His Xion was so, so pretty that it was driving him wild.

Under the intense stare, the flush on the milky cheeks burned even hotter, yet the healer didn’t dodge. This little drunkard also wanted to take a look at this dashing man of his.

Xion, who had always tried to hide from the scrutinizing eyes all his life, found himself spellbound.

He liked the way those hypnotizing green eyes were so focused on him, only him. The warmth in his chest bloomed until it spread to his entire body.

Like an addict, he wanted to soak in that adoration dripping from Darius’ gaze. He wanted to feel it up close, to taste it at the tip of his tongue, so he would never forget it.

His little heart wouldn’t be able to bear it if he lost Darius ... again.

Something buzzed in his head. So loud and sharp that he instinctively pressed his eyes shut.

"Darius," he called out the name as if doing so would prevent him from falling into that void of depression.

"Hmm?"

Assuming that Xion was angry because he had edged his darling without offering him release, Darius held him closer.

He very gently kissed his cheeks, his forehead and his cute nose, carefully coaxing him.

Though he rarely felt guilty about it, was it his fault for desiring his baby?

Of course, not. Anyone who said otherwise was in the wrong.

So, he kissed those pretty lips, making a mess of the mouth until they both could only focus on the pleasure rushing through their bodies.

"Darius." Rather than a call, it was more of a breathless moan.

The silly healer who was very easily seduced by the handsomeness of his husband, let alone that sinfully sexy voice, simply let himself be manhandled.

Two dainty arms wrapped around Darius’ neck as Xion kissed him back with the same fervor, or perhaps with even more eagerness.

How could Darius let such a precious thing go? So, he devoured those soft petals, crushing them, swallowing his whimper, his teeth tugging on the soft lip until it reddened and swelled.

The kiss was messy, desperate, the kind that left no dark thoughts in Xion’s mind other than to be with Darius.

"Spread your legs for me."

The command was said against his lips before another equally hungry kiss fell.

Xion’s thighs trembled as he shifted, draping himself further across Darius’ lap.

His legs spread, until his flushed and weeping cock was pressed against Darius’ stomach where the fabric of his trousers was still straining.

The Archduke moved with brutal efficiency now, undoing his own trousers, freeing himself with a hiss. The thick length of him stood hard and glistening in the dim light.

"See what you do to me, sweetheart?" he rasped against Xion’s ear.

Dragging the slick head of his cock along the sensitive curve of Xion’s ass, he smeared precum over the tight little hole waiting for him.

Xion gasped and clutched at his shoulders instinctively. Even if the alcohol had numbed his brain, it didn’t affect the way he felt the pleasure.

Rather, his skin felt even more sensitive as if every pore opened to drink in that familiar breath like a greedy black hole.

He craved Darius.

So, much that even that husky call of ’sweetheart’ had his cock twitching, as if ready to burst.

He seemed to like it when Darius praised him.

A hand gripped the back of his neck to keep him in place so he wouldn’t topple over from the impact, while Darius let his other hand slide down his lower back.

After securing him, he slowly pushed himself inside.

Xion hissed.

It had been a few days since they had done anything so intimate, and now, despite being prepared, it was still a task to push such a big thing inside without the help of any lubricant.

"Easy," Darius eased him, sliding his hand over the trembling spine. His fingers moved from the tip to the tailbone before repeating the motion.

It was as if he were soothing the fur of an agitated kitten. Though his tone was just as desperate with hunger. "You can take it. That’s it. Feel how well you open up for me..."

Xion let out a strangled cry as the inch stretched him open. His fingers dug into Darius’ broad shoulders, his hips jerking instinctively.

But Darius held him still, forcing him to take more, inch by agonizing inch.

"That’s it. Take me all in. Good boy..."

The words full of praise poured like honey into his flushed ears, calming and possessive all at once.

By the time Darius was fully in, buried to the hilt inside that trembling body, his sharp jaw was tight with tension. The sweat bead rolled down his neck and dripped inside his clothes.

His control was fraying at the edges. The snug, wet heat around him was enough to make his vision blur.

When Xion’s head fell forward against his neck, he let his lips map the contour of that perfect face. From black hair to his cheek.

"You’re so perfect," Darius groaned, thrusting shallowly, just to hear the choked little whimpers spill from those kiss-swollen lips. "You were made for me, weren’t you?"

Xion nodded faintly, breathless, and broken, "Y... yes... yours..."

"Say it louder, baby."

"Yours," Xion whimpered. He tried to move his hips on their own in a clumsy and desperate move to please his lover. "I’m yours—"

"That’s my boy."

Thrusts picked up pace. His fingers gripped, bruising Xion’s waist as he fucked him hard, relentless. The rocking of the carriage only seemed to stimulate him more.

Every time he bottomed out, Xion cried out louder. The hot, fleshy walls clamped down around him like it couldn’t bear to let him go.

Inside, it felt like a hot cave of countless little mouths sucking him, dragging him toward the peak.

The sight of his baby so flushed, and teary, his spine arching beautifully for him... it made a growl rip from his chest.

His cock pressed over that delicious spot that had Xion moaning louder.

The pitiful voice cracked as Xion came despite his cock being untouched, spilling over their stomachs as his body convulsed around the length buried inside him.

But Darius wasn’t done. Oh, he was never so easily satisfied.

Even as Xion sobbed so pitifully against his shoulder, shuddering with the aftershocks, he kept moving, fucking him through his orgasm like a brute.

There was something so delicious when Xion cried from overstimulation that he couldn’t help himself, just like right now.

Heavens, those whimpers and broken sobs had his cock throb painfully.

"My Xion," he growled into his neck, sharp teeth sinking in just below his ear. Exactly where he always liked to leave his mark for all to see.

With a final, brutal thrust, he came deep inside, filling him until it dripped down his thighs.

However, he didn’t pull out.

The Archduke stayed buried in his little lord’s ass, grinding his hips just to feel Xion jolt and whimper.

The carriage rocked them again and again, allowing his semi-hard cock to push his seed back into the squirming hole.

If he could breed him full, keep him swollen with his seed, that would be so nice. Then his sweetheart could never leave him.

Just the thought of Xion with his puffy belly waiting for him in their room had his cock twitching. If he couldn’t do it in a conventional way, then he should just fill this little belly with his cum until it bloated.

He pressed his palm over the soft skin. There it was, the shape of his cock buried inside.

Darius held Xion close, planting soft kisses to his damp temple, but not once did he allow his gasping baby down from his lap.