[BL] Rules Of Desire: His Majesty's Secret-Chapter 55 - 53: "Deeper Into You" Kael&Hale

Kaelith didn’t wait long.

Their first time had only awakened a fire inside him, a craving so deep, so consuming, that holding Hale in his arms felt both a blessing and a torment. Hale’s skin was flushed, his breath still uneven, eyes heavy with lust. But when Kaelith leaned down, brushing his lips slowly over Hale’s jaw and whispering, "I want you again," Hale didn’t hesitate. He nodded.

Kaelith smiled, slow, sinful, before capturing Hale’s mouth in a kiss that was more tongue than lips. Their bodies were still slick, hot from the first round, and Kaelith’s hands roamed freely now, fingers gripping Hale’s waist, pulling him even closer.

"Mmnh... Kaelith," Hale gasped as Kaelith’s mouth moved lower, licking, sucking his chest, taking one nipple into his mouth, and playing with the other using his fingers.

Slurp. Flick. Pop.

Every sound was wet, messy, and sinful.

Hale arched beneath him, letting out a deep, helpless moan. "Ahh—fck—don’t stop—"*

Kaelith chuckled darkly against his skin. "You taste so good, Hale." He slid lower, kissing every inch of Hale’s belly, tongue teasing around his navel before trailing down to his thighs. Without warning, he took Hale cock into his mouth slowly, deeply.

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Hale cried out, his fingers tangling in Kaelith’s hair, body twitching from the overload. "You’re gonna—ah—make me cum..."

But Kaelith pulled away just in time. "Not yet," he smirked, crawling back up.

He reached between them, grabbed his thick, leaking length, and rubbed the tip slowly against Hale’s entrance. "You still sore?"

Hale bit his lip and smiled. "A little..." but I want it."

Kaelith leaned closer, their foreheads touching. "Then take all of me again."

He pushed in, slowly, deeper, inch by thick inch, stretching Hale open again. Hale’s body tensed at first, but Kaelith whispered, "Breathe for me," and kissed him through the sting.

Once fully inside, Kaelith let out a low, guttural groan. "Fck... you’re still so tight." I like how I feel when I’m inside you.

He started slow, hips rocking, dragging himself out and slamming back in with a wet slap. Each thrust hit deeper. Louder. Dirtier.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

"Ahh... Kae... Kaelith, yes! Right there... don’t stop!"

Kaelith hooked Hale’s legs over his shoulders, lifting him slightly as he pounded harder. Their bodies slapped together in a brutal rhythm, the bed creaking under the force.

"I want to feel you cum around me," Kaelith growled.

He reached down, stroking Hale’s cock in time with his thrusts. Hale was already leaking, dripping onto his stomach. His moans turned into broken cries.

"I’m—Kaelith—I’m gonna—"

"Cum with me," Kaelith urged, thrusting deep one last time and grinding his hips in tight circles.

And then...

"Kaelith!"

"Fck, Hale!"*

They came together, Hale shooting over both their stomachs, while Kaelith emptied himself deep inside him, groaning against his lover’s neck, holding him through every spasm, every quake.

After a long moment, Kaelith collapsed on top of him, their bodies tangled, breath mingling.

He whispered into Hale’s ear, "I’ll never get tired of you. Ever."

The room was filled with silence now — not the tense kind, but the warm, heavy hush that follows pleasure so intense it leaves you shaking.

Kaelith slowly pulled out, a low hiss escaping his lips as he felt Hale clench weakly around him. Hale whimpered softly, his body trembling beneath the slickness, flushed and aching.

"Easy..." Kaelith whispered, brushing the damp hair from Hale’s forehead. "You okay?"

Hale nodded faintly, but his legs were trembling and his lips quivered from exhaustion. "Mmhm... I’m just... sore," he admitted.

Kaelith’s heart clenched with guilt. He cupped Hale’s face, pressing a tender kiss to his temple. "I was too rough..."

"You weren’t. I wanted it," Hale whispered, voice hoarse, "I just... didn’t think it’d feel this much after."

Kaelith exhaled slowly and sat up. Without another word, he reached for the basin of warm water on the nearby table and dipped a soft cloth in it. He brought it back and carefully parted Hale’s thighs.

"Let me take care of you," he said softly, eyes warm but serious.

The cloth was warm, gentle against Hale’s inner thighs. Kaelith moved slowly, wiping away the mess between them with practiced care, even as Hale squirmed from the sensitivity.

"Sorry," Kaelith murmured every time Hale flinched.

He cleaned Hale’s stomach next, then the rest of his body, murmuring, "You did so well," as he worked. There was something reverent in the way his fingers lingered on Hale’s skin, like he wasn’t just wiping away sweat and seed, but worshipping him all over again.

Once Hale was clean, Kaelith pulled a soft robe over him, lifting him gently as if he might break.

Then, without asking, Kaelith slipped into bed beside him, pulling Hale into his arms. Hale’s head rested against his chest, and he could hear the steady beat of Kaelith’s heart.

"Does it hurt?" Kaelith asked again, whispering into his hair.

"A little. It... burns," Hale confessed.

Kaelith shifted, reaching under the pillow for a small jar. He uncorked it and dipped his fingers into the pale salve, warming it between his hands.

"Let me," he whispered.

Hale lay still as Kaelith carefully applied it between his cheeks, slow, tender strokes that eased the sting. Kaelith kissed Hale’s shoulder afterward, like a silent apology.

When he was done, he gathered Hale back into his arms, wrapping the furs around them both. "Next time," he said quietly, "I’ll be slower. I’ll make love to you like I should have tonight."

Hale turned to him, sleepy-eyed, lips curling softly. "You already did... in your own way."

Kaelith smiled, eyes dark and vulnerable. He buried his face in Hale’s hair and whispered, "Rest. I’ll be here all night."

And he was.

Even after Hale drifted off, Kaelith stayed awake, watching him breathe, brushing his fingers gently over his back. He’d taken Hale for the first time... and with that, he knew something inside him had changed.

He kept staring at him, eyes soft, heart wide open. "You’ve already made me fall... completely," he thought, his chest tightening. "I love you more than I can say. I just hope you never hurt me."

With those silent hopes clinging to his breath, he finally drifted into sleep.

But somewhere in the shadows, the Whisperer laughed a cruel, amused sound echoing in the quiet.

"Foolish boy," he murmured darkly. "The game is only just beginning... right as it’s about to end."

Kaelith lay in bed, the heat of their union still clinging to his skin, but sleep did not come easily. Beneath his pillow, he tucked the old talisman, a relic meant to guard the heart and spirit. But it did more than protect. It opened doors.

As his eyes drifted shut, visions poured into him like a rising tide.

He stood before a broken altar, and the shards of something sacred were scattered across cold marble. He couldn’t breathe because he knew... he had broken it. But what?

Then he saw the back of a man in royal uniform, broad, proud, cloaked in authority. The figure turned slowly, but Kaelith could not see the face. It was blurred, like a memory warped by time. Then, a voice echoed in the distance, someone pleading. "Forgive me... please..." But he couldn’t make out who.

Suddenly, the scene shifted to

Chaos. Smoke. Screams.

War.

Not just conflict... devastation. Zarethrone in flames. The proud banners were torn. The streets were dyed red. He saw Hale standing still in the chaos, not reaching for him, not even looking at him with love. But with hatred.

Kaelith began crying in his sleep.

The next vision struck him like thunder.

His father, strong, wise, unshakable, collapsed, blood spreading beneath him like a curse. Kaelith reached for him, but no sound came from his throat. He was paralyzed. Cold. The dream was strangling him, pulling him under.

Then, a voice, ancient and female, rose like a wind from the shadows.

> "You search for answers where none are left to give."

> "The mother of the child your father judged... she died with sorrow clutched to her chest after giving birth. It was not she who awakened the Whisperer, but the grief buried in her heart. The sin your kingdom refused to acknowledge, that is what stirs the Whisperer now."

> "You did not awaken it through lust or rebellion. No... You loved him before the sin was committed. But now your pain will not come from enemies, Kaelith. It will come from him. And no matter what he does, you must forgive him. That is the price for choosing him."

> "But if you cannot, then go before the Kingdom. Speak the truth. Tell them all you’ve done in secret. Beg your father’s forgiveness, if you dare. Because Zarethrone is a land of peace and freedom... not lies and hidden desire."

A cold laugh echoed in the dream. The female voice turned cruel.

> "The Whisperer will be silent now. But it is not over."

Suddenly, the vision changed again.

He saw Nigel, a quiet boy with stormy eyes. And beside him stood his mother.

Then came the truth.