Chapter 53: The Shadow King’s Beloved

[The Emperor’s Chamber—Continuation—Imperial Palace]

"Mmmh..."

Lytharion’s lips moved with patient dominance, drawing out that sound again, deeper, warmer, and resonating in Kael’s chest. His hands clenched in the silk beneath him as another breathless moan broke from his lips, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.

"Hn...ngh..."

Lytharion broke the kiss just enough to breathe against him.

"There," he murmured, his voice low as a prayer spoken in a sealed temple as his thumb traced Kael’s cheek, slow and deliberate. "Do not bind your breath, beloved. Call my name from that pretty tongue of yours."

"You really speak nasty..." Kael said as his cheeks were pink with shyness.

"Do I?"

Lytharion smirked and pressed his lips to Kael once more as his cheeks burned with sudden, intense heat.

And this kiss?

It was not gentle. It came heavy with intent, hunger veiled beneath iron restraint. Lytharion’s mouth claimed Kael’s with deliberate dominance, no haste, and no mercy. He tasted him fully now, his tongue drawing Kael in, testing, demanding, and owning him.

"Ah—mph—NGhhhh."

The sound slipped free, broken and helpless.

Lytharion deepened the kiss, devouring him, sweeping his tongue into Kael’s, and in that moment the air changed. A Sandlewood pheromone closed around Kael like a shadow.

When Lytharion finally parted, a slick thread of saliva escaped his lips.

Kael trembled with such intensity; his eyes were wide and unfocused, and his lips were swollen and parted as he dragged in air, and heat flooded his face, pulse racing.

"You’re driving me insane, my beloved."

WHOOSHHH---!!!

Lytharion held Kael in his arms smoothly and laid Kael back until the mattress received him.

"Now, if you feel discomfort," Lytharion whispered, his voice dark and certain. "Do not hesitate to tell me."

Kael nodded, and then the space between them vanished. Lytharion smirked, his lips curling into a predatory grin as he slipped off his black robe, revealing his muscular chest with some scars.

His hands rose to cup Kael’s cheeks, thumbs pressing just enough to command attention, drawing him closer, and heat radiated from Lytharion’s body, his pheromones unfurling like a shadow, dark, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore.

Lytharion leaned in, mouth finding the curve of Kael’s neck as he sucked and nibbled deeply there, unhurried and possessive.

"Hngh—"

The sound tore free before Kael could stop it, his body betraying him beneath his mate’s claim.

Lytharion’s hands moved with intent, sliding Kael’s shirt from his shoulders and letting it fall away as if it were nothing at all.

Now Kael lay beneath him, trembling, flushed, utterly exposed. Every inch of him shimmered in the morning light, a portrait of aching need and fragile beauty.

"You are...so beautiful, beloved."

And...Lytharion didn’t wait anymore; his fingers traced deliberate circles around his pink nipples.

Kael gasped...loudly...his spine arching off the bed.

"Hngh... Mmm..."

Lytharion leaned down, capturing his right nipple in his mouth, and he sucked hard, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud as his left hand played with the other nipple.

"Hnngh...hah..."

Kael gasped, his head falling back, his body arching into Lytharion’s touch; he circled the bud with his tongue, rubbing gently at first, making Kael squirm under his touch.

"Mmmh...!"

Kael’s moans dissolved when Lytharion pressed harder, rolling it between his fingers as his back arched helpessly.

Lytharion bit down on Levin’s collarbone—"Ahhh..." hard enough to sting and soft enough to make his body melt. Kael’s fingers dug around the sheets.

Kael lifted his gaze, tears blurring his vision as the weight of Lytharion’s wrapped around him, dense and inescapable, as he kissed again.

Lytharion groaned against him, the vibration humming through his chest, his mouth pulling, tugging, and savoring him like he was starving. While his other hand pinched his left nipple, rolling, rubbing, and flicking.

Kael could feel Lytharion’s tongue as his body burned. He trembled against him, wrapped around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair, and when he pulled back, he saw Kael all pink.

Lytharion smirked; his hands reached for Kael’s pants, lifted his legs into the air, and pulled them off, exposing him completely.

"Spread your legs," he whispered, his voice a wicked purr against skin. "Let me see everything, beloved."

Kael’s breath caught, his entire face flushed, a deep, shame-colored pink blooming from cheek to ear. He hesitated, lips parted...panting...but his hips twitched against Lytharion’s thigh; slowly and shyly, he opened for him.

Legs trembling as they parted, wide, willing, and vulnerable.

Lytharion pulled back just enough to look down and stared at Kael’s cock, warm and trembling. Dark at the tip and already leaking, twitching with need, nestled between flushed thighs that quivered from restraint.

"Please...do...do not stare like that—" he choked, his voice tight with arousal.

Lytharion looked up at him, eyes blown wide with hunger as his voice dropped to a growl.

"You’re perfect, beloved. Do you even know how beautiful you look right now? Spread out for me... dripping... and already making those sounds for me."

He leaned in again, pressing a kiss just above Kael’s navel, then trailing lower...lower, saying, "Let’s loosen you up..."

Saying this, Lytharion pressed his thumb around his butthole, and—PUSH!!!

"Aaaahhh..."

He pushed his huge middle finger inside, making Kael’s body jerk instinctively.

Kael trembled, his eyes wide with tears as Lytharion asked, "Does it hurt, beloved?"

Kael glanced at him with his wet, teary eyes, saying, "I...think I can endure..."

"Really? Then...I am going to add another," Lytharion whispered, brushing his lips against Kael’s trembling thigh.

Kael whimpered, his whole body trembling, his hips jerking up instinctively, and thighs tensing around Lytharion’s sides, and then... PUSHHHHH!!!!!!

The second finger slid in slowly and carefully, and Kael cried out...high, helpless, raw. His back arched off the sheets, chest heaving.

"Hnghhh—mmmphh—!!!"

"Endure it, beloved...it won’t hurt once I am inside...you."

Kael trembled as he bit his lip, his moans breaking into little gasps as Lytharion moved, his fingers stretching, stroking, and coaxing more of those breathless sounds from Kael’s parted lips.

There was no rush, only reverence and only devotion disguised as desire.

The room was thick with soft, broken moans and pheromones, and then, without a word, Lytharion added a third finger, and Kael shattered.

"HNNNGHH—AAAHHH—!!"

He cried out, his voice cracking like lightning, his spine arched, his head was thrown back, and his thighs trembled uncontrollably.

Then—

Splurt.

Warm Release painted his own belly; his chest heaved in ragged breaths as he lay there, completely undone, trembling, flushed, and spent. Lytharion’s gaze dropped to the mess across Kael’s stomach and smirked as his voice came dark and dipped in velvet sin.

"Well, well, my beloved came just from my fingers."

Kael hid his face in embarrassment as his skin burned with overstimulation, his lashes heavy with exhaustion. Then Lytharion reached down into his trousers and pushed past his hips, and as Kael glanced at it, his eyes went wide slightly as he saw a huge thing dangling in between his legs.

His breath caught, and Lytharion studied him in silence, a slow, knowing curve touching his lips, not mockery but certainty, and said calmly.

"Do not fear, beloved; you can endure this. Now...spread your legs wider..."

Kael swallowed, his throat tight, his eyes never leaving the Lytharion’s enormous cock. His hands curled into the silks beneath him in fear. Lytharion wrapped his hands around his cock, warm and impossibly heavy, and pressed lightly against Kael’s hole.

"Mmhh...it’s too much..."

Kael shivered, his arms tightening around the Lytharion as a heavy, unfamiliar warmth pressed against him.

Kael’s head lolled back against the pillow, sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead, his skin flushed and fever-warm beneath the golden light. Every inch of him trembled, open, overwhelmed, undone.

His moans spilled from parted lips, high, sweet, and breathless, and then—

THHHRRRUUUSSSTTTT!!!!

"AHH—HNnnghh!!"

A broken cry tore from him as his body arched violently, legs shaking, fingers clawing at Lytharion’s back, nails scraping skin. Lytharion caught him firmly, holding him steady.

"Hold me, beloved...do not let me go..."

Kael trembled as his eyes were wet with tears. "Please...go slow...please..."

Lytharion pushed his cock inside, a wet slap of flesh on flesh; each stroke stretched him farther, sending a shiver inside him, and Kael’s breath came in frantic moans.

"Ngh... Gah... haa... haa... ha..."

"That’s it...take me deeper, beloved..." Lytharion said as he leaned in, going faster and deeper.

Kael’s world narrowed as his husband kept moving, kept thrusting deeper and deeper.

"Hngh...aghh...haa..."

Kael moaned, his fingers scratching Lytharion’s shoulders. Lytharion pushed deeper...as Kael’s entire body tingled with electrifying energy as Lytharion pushed his hands back on the mattresses, saying, "Call my name..."

"Aghh...hngh...ugh...Lytharion...Aggh...Lytharion!!!!"

And they went on...faster, deeper, until—SPLURT!!!!

Lytharion filled Kael’s hole with white sperm inside, making Kael completely wet as he could feel his stomach full.

Kael huffed as he relaxed thinking, "It’s...over----"

Then in a swift motion Lytharion turned him down towards the stomach, saying, "On your hands and knees, beloved."

Kael’s eyes widened. "What?"

Lytharion smirked as he leaned closer, saying, "Did you think...it’s over, beloved? We...didn’t even begin..."