[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke
Chapter 330: Rutted Awake (18+)

Chapter 330: Rutted Awake (18+)

Author’s Note- This Chapter was supposed to be a sweet, quiet moment before we moved back into the main plot... but apparently, Darius had other plans. (At this point I think he’s the one writing the smut.)

Anyway, I promise we’re returning to the actual story next Chapter... probably.

Maybe. If Darius behaves.

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The last thing Xion remembered was fading in and out of a haze before darkness finally claimed him.

Now that the sun was halfway up the sky, he groggily looked around, blinking at the motes of light dancing across his vision.

I’m still alive?

With how intense Darius had been last night, it was a miracle at this point. It felt like he’d been run over by a carriage. No, a whole convoy.

It wasn’t even the ache that bothered him anymore but the complete numbness of his entire body.

How can a person be capable of being this horny?

Xion had thought his husband’s appetite would diminish after the first time he spilled in him. Or the second he had pounded him so ruthlessly. Or at least after they’d ruined the bed sheets completely.

But no. Darius had carried him to the bathroom next. And like a fool, he had dared to believe it was to let him rest.

That illusion shattered the moment two fingers shoved into him under the guise of "cleaning up."

Moments later, those fingers were replaced by something much harder.

Worse yet, his limbs were still tied up! There was absolutely nothing he could do to stop this skin-hungry monster.

Halfway through, Darius even had the audacity to push his fingers into his mouth, playing with his tongue as if it were some toy.

Though, he was pretty sure it was just to silence his complaints.

After that, he became painfully aware of how pathetic his stamina truly was. The sloppy, breath-stealing kisses left him dizzy and trembling.

And as for Darius—this Northern Lord’s little lordstill had the audacity to swell even more inside him like it was their first time.

If anything, Xion suspected Darius had only stopped due to the worry for his health. Otherwise, he might still be plastered to the bathroom wall or folded over the tub.

Then again... he was still trapped in the Archduke’s warm embrace. And he was absolutely naked as well.

I want to punch him!

The kitten puffed his blush-stained cheeks. Just as he shifted slightly, trying to stretch out, the feeling in his lower half returned.

Along with it came the last hazy memory before he had blacked out completely.

"I make everything warm, you say?"

A dazed, spent healer had nodded at the time.

Smirking, the Archduke had kissed the corner of his mouth, where a trail of saliva still glistened.

"So, you have to keep me warm too, okay darling?"

Xion had no idea if he agreed to it or not. But the thing still nestled deep inside him certainly offered an answer of its own.

He’s still inside me?...!!!

The slight, almost tender fullness made him shiver and squirm instinctively. Maybe if he moved slowly enough, he wouldn’t wake Darius up, right?

Biting his lip to keep his hissing trapped in his swollen mouth, he crawled.

Barely had he shifted an inch when the loosely draped arm around his waist tightened, dragging him flush against that broad chest.

At first, he thought Darius was awake. But as he patiently waited for him to speak or lose his grip, he noticed it.

The northern lord was still fast asleep. The calm breath kept fanning against the hickeys on his nape, making them itch.

He might have curled up to sleep as well if not for the thing inside him swelling up ever so slightly.

A slow, rolling pressure pressed against his hips.

Xion blinked in disbelief. I must be dreaming, he thought, trying to shut his eyes back.

Then it happened again. A lazy thrust of Darius’ hips ground against him.

His dear husband, the one he had always thought of as the sweetest angel, was actually rutting... and that too, in his sleep.

A strangled gasp escaped his red lips. His bitten toes curled up in utter shame.

The warmth of those slow, instinctive movements and the hard length nudging deeper inside him had rendered him motionless.

I am like a sex doll, the ashamed healer muttered to himself while trying to pry open the steel-like grip.

Instead of the freedom, he was rewarded with one more grind, deeper this time.

A breathy moan escaped him before he could stop it.

The culprit finally stirred, mumbling something incoherent.

His hand slipped from Xion’s waist to cup the curve of his stomach, holding him closer.

"Awake?"

A low voice, filled with equal parts laziness and lust, curled over Xion’s already red ear.

His entire body quivered. It was as if instinctively his whole body remembered exactly what that voice could do to him.

Every damn time Darius told him to cum, his body would obey before his mind could even catch up.

Silly kitten’s brain overheated and crashed.

It is so alluring, really. Darius mused.

The way Xion stayed still in his arms was enough to embolden him on his wicked plans. A plan to make his sweet little husband moan his name again.

Big, watery blue eyes blinked in a trance, letting his lover pepper his shoulder with soft, soothing kisses.

Poor kitten almost melted from the gentleness. Almost. The swelling cock brought little sense back to his crashing CPU.

He stuttered, "D-Darius, you..."

The culprit of his state groaned against the crook of his neck before rolling over.

It was far too easy for the Archduke to pin Xion’s gorgeous face into the sheets.

"Baby’s hole is clenching around me so tightly," he husked. With his hand beneath the knee, he propped Xion’s leg up, making space for his next movements. "Miss me? Or miss the pleasure I give you?"

"S-stop, I can’t take it anymore," Xion rasped before his words turned into a loud whine.

This seductive devil — this beast in elf’s clothing — was positioning him perfectly, as if the last few hours of madness hadn’t been enough.

"I’ll be quick, my dear husband," Darius whispered as he slid deeper. "Promise."

It was the longest "quick" Xion had ever known.

Because somehow, Darius’ definition of quick lasted nearly half an hour.

That was just unscientific!