Chapter 62: A Sudden Rut?

[Shadow Manor—Lytharion’s Chamber—Later]

Moonlight spilled across the chamber floor like a blade of silver, cold, ancient, and watching, and all around it, the Pheronmones of Lytharion coiled like a living storm.

His pheromones wrapped the air, thick and heavy, pressing against Kael’s skin.

Lytharion sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, body tense with barely chained hunger. His pupils were thin gold slits, predatory, glowing, and alive with the kind of desire that could devour kingdoms.

And at his feet, kneeling on the cold marble, was Kael. Completely naked, breathless, and wrapped in the Lytharion’s scent like a captured offering... sucking his cock with desperation.

"We have all day, beloved...go slow..." Lytharion mumbled.

Kael’s eyes flickered up to Lytharion’s face for a brief moment. The sight of Lytharion’s jaw slack with pleasure, of the sweat beading on that skin, sent a fresh wave of heat through Kael’s own body.

He hollowed his cheeks, taking Lytharion’s cock deeper, the bitter-salt taste of him filling Kael’s senses.

"Hngh..." a low groan rumbled in Lytharion’s chest.

One of his hands, which had been resting on the mattress, came down to tangle in Kael’s hair. His grip wasn’t forceful, but it was unyielding. He didn’t push or pull; he just held him there, a claim of ownership.

"You look so beautiful in eager to please me, and you look perfect on your knees before me, beloved."

Kael’s breath hitched, heat shot down his spine, and his body trembled under the weight of those words, of that voice thick with pleasure.

The moon caught in Lytharion’s eyes, those molten-gold pupils expanding, narrowing, drinking in the sight of Kael kneeling before him like an offering at an ancient altar.

His voice descended into a dangerous whisper, velvet and thunder intertwined as his gaze moved across their bond mark on his chest and the protection mark, seeing that something awakened in him.

Lytharion’s hand slid deeper into Kael’s hair, fingers curling tight, not to hurt, but to bind. He lowered Kael’s face toward his cock with commanding slowness, breath harsh, chest trembling as he rasped:

"Go...deeper, beloved."

Kael’s pulse spiked as he was pulled forward, his body obeying before his mind could catch up. His hands came up to brace against Lytharion’s thighs, the muscles as he spread his legs wider, giving Kael no choice but to lean in.

The heat radiating off Lytharion’s cock was almost scorching, the pheromone of him filling Kael’s senses until he could think of nothing else. His mouth watered, his hole twitching as he exhaled a shaky breath against the wet tip of Lytharion’s cock.

"Good..." Lytharion whispered, the word unraveling with pleasure and danger. "Very good, go deeper..."

His ritualistic grip tightened in Kael’s hair, guiding him with a reverence that felt like worship twisted into hunger as the room grew hotter and thicker.

"Mmph...mmm...ngh...mm...Ack..." Kael groaned as he sucked farther and farther.

While Lytharion loved this site of his consort.

His breath stuttered, a rare, devastating sound from a man who never lost control, and then...SPLURRTT!!!!

Kael’s eyes widened, and tears streamed down his cheeks as Lytharion grabbed his hair and pushed harder.

"Hmph...mmm..."

Lytharion’s free hand is coming down to trail along Kael’s spine. The touch was light, almost teasing, but the possessiveness in it made Kael’s skin prickle. "So...beautiful."

Kael looked up as his lips were slick with spit and cum, his chin glistening, and Kael’s body trembling as his mouth was stuffed full.

Lytharion dragged Kael’s chin upward; his fingers dug into the sides of his jaw as he mumbled, breathless.

"Do not waste a single breath I give you. Swallow it all."

Kael’s heart throbbed painfully as Lytharion’s pheromones spread through his chest and belly. He tightened his grip on Lytharion’s thighs, swallowing down every single drop.

GULP!!!

And the moment Lytharion saw obedience flicker in Kael’s eyes...something inside him broke. The air thickened...too thick, and Kael felt it press against his spine like a living thing.

He barely had time to think the words when—GRAB!!

Lytharion seized Kael’s jaw, pulling him forward in a swift, primal motion. Their lips collided, not gently, not sweetly, but like a storm swallowing a temple.

The kiss wasn’t human, and it wasn’t tender either. It was a beast, hungry, shaking, desperate, claiming the one thing it had been starving for.

Lytharion kissed him like he was breath, like he was salvation, like he was the only anchor keeping a god from tearing apart the world.

Kael gasped into the kiss, heat bursting in every nerve, and Lytharion devoured the sound, deepening the kiss with a hunger that made the chamber feel too small for both of them.

The deity wasn’t just kissing him.

He was claiming him, utterly, entirely, and dangerously. The pheromones roared through Lytharion’s veins, a wildfire consuming everything in its path. It had consumed him entirely in pleasure.

And Kael?

He trembled from a profound surrender. He recognized the beast unchained within his husband, an ancient hunger, and knew he had to drown in it.

Lytharion’s mouth finally broke from his, "PWAAAHH!!"

Kael gasped, a harsh, tearing sound as air rushed into his starved lungs, "Ack... cough... cough... haaa... haaa..."

He glanced up, vision blurred, as he saw Lytharion smirking like some satisfied beast.

"You make me go hungry...everytime I see you naked, beloved."

Kael blushed as his whole body turned red, saying, "Please...stop talking like that."

Lytharion chuckled, and the tender husband, only for him, was gone as Lytharion pulled Kael closer to him, their bare chests bumping into each other. And Lytharion’s hands touched Kael’s bare body, slowly and smoothly.

"I feel like devouring you tonight...and if the womb formation had completed...I would’ve knotted you today."

Lytharion leaned closer, his breath hot against Kael’s cheek. His large hand cupped Kael’s calf, lifting his leg and spreading it wider.

Kael’s breath hitched; he watched, mesmerized and a little terrified, as Lytharion’s hips shifted, pressing the hard head of his cock against Kael’s butt hole.

"But it’s alright; what if I cannot knot you today..." The words were a soft growl. "I will fill your stomach with my essence so that you will be leaking for days."

Kael’s eyes widened in horror. "Lytharion... what... what’s wrong with you...that could be dangerous..."

But Lytharion wasn’t listening, not because he ignored him, but because heat swallowed reason, mind, and mercy. His thick cock tried to enter his butthole. Kael’s gaze darted around the cavernous bedchamber, desperate, searching for anything, anything to loosen him up.

"You have to loosen me...Lytharion..."

But Lytharion’s eyes, burning gold in the dim light, followed his desperate search. A predatory smile stretched his lips. He reached for a small, ornate clay vessel sitting on the bedside table.

He didn’t hesitate; he upturned the vessel, and a thick, viscous stream of oil poured over Kael’s straining entrance, slicking the delicate flesh, dripping between his thighs.

POUR—!!

Warm oil spilled slick, and suddenly, heat ran down his skin like molten gold and made the bed wet and oily.

Kael gasped, tears slipping from the shock of sensation.

"Loosen up very well," Lytharion purred, his voice like velvet over a stone. "Because tonight...and maybe for a few days you’re not going out of this chamber."

Kael’s breath shattered. "Are...you...in heat? No...have your rut begin?"

But before his mind could chase the meaning, Lytharion’s large fingers pushed, a blunt, unyielding force. Thrust. Three fingers, without warning, breached his opening, driving deep, stretching him agonizingly wide.

"Hnghhh...Ahhhh..."

Kael cried out, a sharp, choked sound. His hips instinctively arched, trying to pull away, but Lytharion’s grip on his leg was iron.

"Maybe my rut started...after the spell, but do not worry...I shall fill your desire tonight." It wasn’t just words. Lytharion’s thumb began to circle the entrance, applying pressure, a new kind of torture. "Let me prepare you properly, for you need to be filled up."

And then Lytharion pushed a fourth finger in, stretching Kael further, deeper.

Kael whimpered, his head thrashing against the pillow, "Ahngh...Lytharion...slow..."

But Lytharion did not hear; he pushed the fingers inside...stretching it wider and deeper, making Kael’s back arch with pleasure and pain, and then he pulled his fingers out, a wet—POP!!—A wet, obscene sound filled the chamber. Kael gasped sharply, his whole body arching as if something had been torn away from him.

Heat crashed through him in a violent wave, his breath trembled, his chest tightened, and his thighs quivered.

As soon as Lytharion pulled out his fingers, Kael could feel the emptiness inside him, but the moment he lifted his gaze toward Lytharion, his eyes widened, horror, shock, and disbelief crashing through him.

Lytharion’s silhouette shifted in the moonlight, power coiling beneath skin, ancient lineage stirring. The deity now looks like a monster, with long black hair and golden eyes.

And Kael realized how dangerous it is when a shadow deity goes in the rut suddenly.

Lytharion leaned in before he could form the words; he licked Kael’s ear, soft, dangerous, and possessing.

"Tonight is going to be rough, beloved," he whispered, voice thick with rut. "I shall make sure you do not walk straight for a few days."

Kael trembled, breath choking on itself as Lytharion’s voice deepened, turned molten, "You should have never agreed to be with me alone tonight."

Kael’s hands shook, and his heartbeat thundered as a cold shiver raced down his spine despite the heat suffocating the chamber.

"Lytharion..." he whispered helplessly. "Please...be gentle...I cannot—"

"You will," Lytharion whispered, voice reverent and unyielding. "Because as my mate, you will be shaped to bear your husband."

He cupped Kael’s cheek with surprising tenderness and danger wrapped inside devotion.

"You were not marked as my mate for nothing. Your body... your scent... your soul..." His forehead pressed against Kael’s. "...they call to mine."

Kael swallowed hard, fear and longing coiling together as heat surged, thick and overwhelming.

The chamber darkened at the edges, the air shimmered, and the rut took him fully.

Lytharion’s hand slid behind Kael’s back, one last moment of gentleness before the storm inevitably ready to swallow him.