[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke-Chapter 268: Don’t Hide Or I’ll Tie You Up (18+)

Darius wanted to ravage Xion—completely and utterly. Like Xion’s swan-like neck and delicate shoulders, he wanted to mark every inch of that milky skin dusted with pink.

He craved to stake his claim, to etch his touch into Xion’s very soul. To show everyone that this black-haired angel belonged to him. Only him.

"Xion, don’t hide from me," Darius’ heavy voice vibrated against Xion’s exposed skin. He dragged his thumb deliberately closer to the aching length. A violent shiver racked through Xion’s body. "Or I’ll tie you up. Do you want that?"

The sheer dominance in his tone made Xion’s heart stutter. Though embarrassment scorched his cheeks, there was no fear.

He peeked from the gap between his fingers, catching the wicked gleam in those gorgeous emerald eyes.

The elf-like being, whom he had secretly admired and now got a chance to date, was staring at him with a starving gaze.

The teasing smirk told him Darius wasn’t bluffing. He would truly tie him up, spread him wide, and ruin him if he dared to hide.

The worst? Xion actually... didn’t feel afraid!

Rather than fear, there was another burst of heat forcing him to hastily shake his head.

"N-No, please, no," he whispered, fingers reluctantly pulling away from his face, baring every hint of his flushed expression.

Darius chuckled. "Good boy." The praise was dark and sweet, making Xion’s lovely toes coil.

"You should be rewarded for being so obedient, right?"

Xion didn’t get the chance to think what reward it was.

Darius had lowered himself while spreading those lean thighs apart until his knees were nearly pressed to the sheets.

His fingers curled over the hardened cock, slowly sliding his thumb over the sensitive tip, smearing the bead of slickness that had already gathered. The healer’s hips bucked helplessly.

The Archduke was amazed. How come his baby’s little thing was also pink and so damn adorable?

It was honestly unfair. If Xion was like this everywhere, how was he supposed to have any control?

He dragged his tongue along the underside of Xion’s length, savoring the way his lover’s body tensed, the way those shy, breathy moans slipped past bitten lips.

Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip, he engulfed it entirely, lips sealing around the pulsing flesh with a hunger that left Xion gasping for more.

That was enough for whatever little sanity the fumbling healer had to scatter away.

Xion started to writhe. It wasn’t just his erection, his entire being was on fire.

From the tip of his sweaty black hair to his curled pink toe, his body was riled up to the extreme. When Darius sucked, his hands instinctively flew down.

His restless fingers curled over the silver threads to tether himself or maybe to get more of that delicious numbness. His eyes squeezed shut.

Warm, soft tongue lapped and swirled faster, Darius’ cheeks hollowing out as he sucked hard, dragging broken moans from Xion’s lips that made his own arousal throb painfully.

He bobbed his head up and down while his fingers weren’t idle either.

A flick of his wrist sent a glass bottle flying to his hand from the nightstand. The thick pink liquid inside shimmered as he popped the lid, smearing a generous amount onto his fingers before sliding them down.

He didn’t hesitate. One slick finger circled the tight ring of muscle, teasing it with soft presses, feeling it flutter against his touch.

Xion jerked, a breathless cry spilling from his lips as Darius continued his sinful assault with his mouth.

The heat of that wicked tongue, combined with the controlled yet unyielding press of his finger, made Xion’s back arch off the mattress.

Even when he was trying his best to keep his voice down, a few of his whimpers and broken moans easily escaped his bitten lips.

I will fuck so good that you won’t be able to hold back at all. Darius thought wickedly as he spoke against his sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending fresh waves of pleasure.

"Look at you, taking my fingers so prettily... Do you feel it? How you’re opening up for me?"

Xion’s answer was a strangled whimper, his nails scraping against Darius’ scalp. His breath hitched when that finger finally breached him, sliding in with agonizing slowness, stretching him open.

It wasn’t that painful, not with the slickness, but it was... intense and too overwhelming.

Darius moved slowly, pumping that single finger in and out while his tongue worked wonders above. Then, without warning, he deep throated it, lips pressing flush to the base and swallowing around him.

Xion screamed, body writhing against the sheets. "N-No, stop... Ah!"

A wanton loud moan left Xion’s lips. The wetness and hotness of Darius’ mouth was driving him over the wall.

Darius was awfully good at doing it too. If Xion was in his senses he might have even questioned if the Archduke had ever done this before and to whom?

But the healer was far too gone under the haze of pleasure. So much that even the sting of more fingers stretching him was barely felt.

When he felt he was close, he tugged at the roots of silver hair, trying to push the Archduke away.

But Darius was stubborn. He sucked even more fervently, watching how those blue eyes were silently begging for him to let go, yet his hips were buckling up for more.

My precious healer. Long fingers curled inside, brushing something that sent Xion spiraling. It was too much—too good—his vision blurred, stars dancing at the edges.

Xion came undone. He gasped heavily while his teary eyes remained on the culprit, mortified to see how Darius’ throat moved, gulping his cum down his throat.

His chest rose and fell; hot puffs of air escaped his parted lips. His eyes were glossy, and tears spilled down from them like a chain of pearls.

As he looked at Darius one word rang in his mind. Fuck.

Normally, Xion wasn’t the one to curse at all. But could someone tell him why the holy fuck was the king of North licking his lips with a satisfied smirk?

"So damn delicious," The demonic elf said so shamelessly. "I want more."

And as if that alone wasn’t enough to tease Xion, he pushed another digit inside the little pucker, thrusting in slowly.

It was stupid really, how a blowjob had rendered Xion utterly gone.