[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke Chapter 282: Archduke’s Punishment (18 )

Xion glared at the culprit. His teeth were itching to bite this troublemaker who simply lowered his head and...

"Nngh!"

Darius kissed the sharp line of the hipbone. Then went lower still.

Xion’s thighs trembled, lips parting with a small gasp as sothing wet licked, and then sucked a mark into the sensitive skin of his thigh in a slow, possessive motion.

The Archduke was truly starting over now, taking his ti, branding his kitten inch by inch with reverent care as if he had all the ti in the world.

Poor Xion had nowhere to run. So, he could only let himself be treated like a canvas for kiss marks.

When his sensitive skin was kissed, a shudder ran through his spine, forcing him to jerk his body.

A warm and moist tongue teasingly moved over the heated skin just enough to make his lover squirm. The archduke’s breath was hot, trailing behind the wet trail of his mouth.

"You’re so frail," he murmured against the skin. "Like sothing no one but should touch."

Just as Xion thought that the blow job that had rendered him at Darius’ rcy was going to happen again, the Archduke rose to his knees.

Big hands slid up Xion’s waist pulling him lower.

Darius’ hold tightened and with a forceful pull, he placed those long, slender legs over his shoulders. One on each side.

Xion’s chest rose and fell rapidly. His fingers gripped the bedsheets, body arching helplessly as the movent forced his hips up off the bed entirely.

Darius’ strength made it feel effortless. But to Xion, it felt like submission. He was completely bare in front of his lover, and this new angle made him even more flustered.

A violent shudder ran through his entire body. The warmth had changed its direction. It was deeper now, centered sowhere lower.

His breath caught in his chest as a strange pressure stirred inside him, like sothing coiled, pulsing was pushing inside him and spreading him wide.

His body tensed all of a sudden. There was no touch on his ass. Not physically. And yet he felt it.

A breathless whine escaped him. His thighs shifted instinctively, trying to close them but how could he do that when Darius was holding onto them?

A bloom of fresh heat sizzled over his skin as the realization hit him.

It was Darius’ mana. It moved like liquid fire inside him, teasing him open, making space where there should’ve been none.

"W-What are you...?" he gasped, voice barely more than a whisper before it turned into a broken rasp.

Then as if on cue the flicks of mana pressed on that sensitive spot inside the ring of muscles with ruthless precision.

"Nngh!" he breathed, his neck arching back from the jolt of pleasure.

Darius’ lips curved into a slow, wicked grin. His green eyes were ablaze with raw lust.

"That?" he drawled, dragging his tongue along a newly forming bruise. "That’s my magic spreading you open."

Xion gasped heavily. "D-Don’t say it like that..."

"Like what?" Darius bit down near the knee this ti, sucking until the skin flushed red and angry just like the already marked thighs.

"You don’t want to say I’m fucking you with nothing but my mana right now?" He let out a low laugh, the sound vibrating against Xion’s skin and drilling into his hamring heart. "Too crude of a word for my sweet kitten?"

Xion whimpered, turning his face away, eyes squeezed shut. "I-I didn’t... I wasn’t ready—"

"You’re so ready," Darius growled, pressing his palm flat against Xion’s lower stomach, where the magic thrumd inside. "Your body’s begging, even if your pretty lips won’t say it."

The Archduke leaned forward, mouth brushing the upper side of his thigh, right near the aroused little thing, just to feel Xion tremble.

"Wait—Ah!" Xion couldn’t stop the loud moan that slipped past his lips.

"No, my sweet," Darius chuckled softly, but to shuddering Xion, it sounded like a wicked laugh of the villain. "You removed my marks in the night. I’ll just leave new ones this morning."

And then he bit him—there—soft at first, tongue swirling slow circles, tasting his lover’s heat and watching him unravel.

Xion whimpered, his sob-like moans growing louder, hands clenching the sheets tighter with each kiss, each suck, each sinful stroke of the tongue that sent sparks down his spine.

His body arched, eyes wide and glazed, lips trembling as he whispered his lover’s na. "D-Darius..."

It was ironic, really. Xion had feared things would repeat—but instead of giving him release, Darius had deliberately avoided it, teasing him with bites dangerously close to his hard-on.

The devil Archduke was deliberately edging him but not giving him the pleasure his body craved.

"If your magic takes away the mory so easily, then I’ll just have to teach your body to rember instead."

Yes, Xion finally realized it. Darius is indeed punishing him.

But it was not because he had disrupted the court full of ministers and royal envoys. Rather, the Archduke was angry because there were no hickeys left on his body.

How absurd.

However, he didn’t get to think anything after that.

Darius finally had enough of marking his skin and let his body down on the bed.

Even without restraints, Xion found himself unable to close his trembling legs. Heck, he couldn’t even stop the tremor that ran through his entire body.

"Want to cum?"

Xion only hesitated for a second before nodding with a sob.

A smirk on Darius’ face widened. "Get on your knees, Xion."

His deep blue eyes widened as sha coiled in his core, forcing his pink toes to curl up. He shut his eyes tightly, his long lashes damp with tears quivered.

Like the devil tempting an innocent angel, Darius lowered his voice to a sinfully seductive whisper. "You want to feel that pleasure, don’t you?"

He crawled forward until they were face to face. He kissed Xion’s parted lips, soft and coaxing, whispering between each kiss, "I’ll make you co, my sweet. Again... and again. You want that, right?"

His tongue probed inside the soft lips that easily parted, allowing him to do whatever he wished.

His hands road, already aware of every inch of Xion’s body, lighting up a lust by touching those delicious spots.

And as Xion lted into that kiss, he knew: resistance was futile. And part of him didn’t even want to resist anymore.