Chapter 63: Kael’s Longest Night

[Shadow Manor—Lytharion’s Chamber—Continuation]

Kael tried to crawl backward, a desperate, trembling attempt, but Lytharion’s hand closed around his calf, and just like that, he was pulled back across the silk sheets, dragged into the shadow of the dieties’ hunger.

"Beloved..." Lytharion growled, voice deep as a temple drum. "If you keep moving, I will have no choice but to tie you and force you."

Kael froze, his breath hitched sharply, and heat curled down his spine. Fear and want tangled in his ribs in fear of seeing his deity husband in a sudden rut.

"Lytharion..." Kael whispered, voice cracking. "I...am scared. Please do not talk like that. Please be gentle—"

He couldn’t finish because Lytharion seized him by the waist and hauled him closer, so close that Kael could feel the raw heat radiating off his husband’s body. Fingers dug into his skin, not to hurt, but to anchor him in place.

"Do not speak another word." Lytharion lowered his head to Kael’s neck, breath scorching his skin.

"You’re driving me crazy, but I do not want to force myself on you, so, please... surrender, beloved."

Kael swallowed hard.

That voice, that ancient, shaking, pleading dominance, wrapped around him like sandlewood incense smoke in a sacred hall.

Kael closed his eyes; tears slipped down his face seeing his husband like a monster in front of him.

"Just..." Kael breathed, trembling, "...try to be gentle—"

The word was swallowed by motion. Lytharion moved with predatory swiftness, flipping Kael onto his stomach with a practiced ease that stole another gasp from him. A shudder ripped through Kael as he felt the thick shafts of Lytharion’s cocks press against his hole.

Kael’s eyes flew open, wide with a sudden, clawing fear. "Lytharion, please be gentle!"

Lytharion offered no reply, just continued his relentless friction, grinding the massive cock against Kael’s twitching entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, a raw pressure that threatened to split him open before anything even entered.

"Please," Kael begged, a fresh wave of panic tightening his chest. "Take it slow—"

WHOOSH!!!

"Mmph..."

Lytharion’s large hand clamped over Kael’s mouth, silencing him instantly. The pressure was firm, unyielding, and cutting off the desperate pleas.

"Enough of your prattling, beloved." Lytharion’s voice was a low growl beside his ear. "I’ve been more than gentle until now, so shut up now."

Tears pricked at Kael’s eyes, a hot sting that soon spilled over, tracing cold paths down his temples. He could feel the heavy weight of Lytharion behind him, the immense pressure of his thick cock kneading his entrance.

A small, muffled sob escaped him, distorted by the hand pressed against his lips.

’MMph...’

Kael’s fingers clenched into white-knuckled fists, tearing at the silk sheets beneath him. He squeezed his eyes shut again, bracing for an unknown invasion.

A guttural grunt ripped from Lytharion. "Huff... huff!"

His cock pressed in, a thick, insistent wedge, and Kael felt his stomach distend, a fullness that shocked him, even though nothing had fully entered yet.

"You’re tight, beloved," Lytharion murmured, his voice a low rasp.

Kael tried to twist his head to catch a glimpse, but then, a sudden, brutal THRUST!

Lytharion plunged his thick cock deep inside.

"MMPH... hnggg...!!!"

A tingling vibration, sharp and intense, shot through Kael’s core. Then, with another powerful heave—TWOHP!

Lytharion pushed deeper, driving that single shaft further into him.

"MMph..." A stifled moan escaped Kael, muffled by Lytharion’s hand. He felt the rhythmic thrusts, deeper and deeper, each one a jolt that reverberated through his entire frame.

TWOPH! TWOPH!!

’Mmphh... haaah... mmph... I can’t... I can’t... breathe...’ Kael trembled violently, his body bowing under the relentless thrust of his cock.

Lytharion pulled back, only slightly, then slammed forward again—THRUST!

Every fiber of Kael’s being screamed, his body seizing with a violent tremor. Lytharion’s pace quickened, a merciless rhythm that drove him to the brink.

"MMpph... aaahh... haahh ..."

The world narrowed to sensations, a kaleidoscope of pain and pressure. Then, with a final, shuddering surge—SPLURT!

Warm, thick fluid pulsed deep inside him. Lytharion’s hand lifted from his mouth, and Kael gasped, a ragged, desperate sound.

’PWAHHH!’

He sagged onto the sheets, boneless, lying flat, every muscle screaming, but it wasn’t over. Lytharion’s arms wrapped around his stomach, pulling him up again.

"Get up," Lytharion commanded, his voice edged with a primal hunger. "It’s not over yet."

Kael’s body shook uncontrollably as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees. The cock remained firmly lodged inside him, stretching him wide, preparing him for the unimaginable as Lytharion’s voice echoed around Kael, "I am putting it again, beloved. You’re not escaping tonight. I shall fill you from inside."

Kael trembled as he said, "You’ve already filled me once; this could be harmful—"

"SHUT UP!!!"

Lytharion then spread Kael’s entrance wider with his massive cock. Kael’s spine arched, a guttural sound torn from his throat.

"Hngh"

And then—THRUUUUUSSSSSRRRRRRRRRRTTT!

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A blinding flash, a white-hot agony that consumed everything. Kael’s body convulsed, his own seed spurting from his cock onto the rumpled sheets. His abdomen bulged, stretched beyond comprehension. Tears poured from his eyes, hot and endless.

"It... it hurts," he sobbed, the words ripped from his raw throat. "It hurts so much... Lytharion... hic... it hurts... sniff..."

Kael’s cry was muffled as his body arched, spine trembling, overwhelmed by the sheer force of the dieties’s rut-driven hunger. Lytharion groaned against his shoulder like some beast, deep, primal, and shuddering with possession.

His grip tightened on Kael’s hips; his mouth trailed fire down his nape.

"You endure well," Lytharion whispered, voice trembling with feral worship. "It will ache now...but it will ease, beloved..."

Kael lost all sense of time.

Lytharion’s rut had swallowed the chamber whole, heavy, scorching, relentless and Kael was trapped beneath it...beneath him.

The deity moved with a hunger that belonged to something ancient, a creature of monster and fire and unrestrained instinct. Every time he claimed Kael, the world blurred, heat, pressure, trembling, and a fullness that stole his breath and replaced it with helpless, broken sounds.

"H-hhnn... haa Lytharion—Haaaa...aaahhhh...haa..."

Lytharion licked his nape as his voice cracked like a storm-split mountain.

"Tell me, beloved...do you like what your husband gives you?"

Kael couldn’t speak, his voice tangled in his throat, but his body trembled beneath the Lytharion’s weight. Tears streaked his cheeks.

"Hngh...ahhh...haaaa..."

He didn’t answer, not with words, but his body arched, helpless, instinctive, seeking what Lytahrion’s cock thrust deeper and deeper into him.

Lytharion’s jaw opened—BITE!

And Kael cried out, half pleasure, half pain, half surrender.

"When your husband asks you something, you should answer him, beloved."

"I... I-like... it..." Kael whispered shakily, his voice breaking apart like cracked pottery.

"There he is...I knew you would love whatever your husband gives you."

He devoured Kael again and again until the line between pain and pleasure blurred into something molten and overwhelming.

When he finally turned Kael onto his back, the deity’s rut-driven hunger returned with renewed force. The sight of Kael trembling beneath him, marked, flushed, and eyes unfocused, drew a deep, dangerous growl from his chest.

"Now even your body knew your mine...I wish you carried the child of me sooner."

Kael couldn’t respond because his every breath was broken. Every blink was slow, and every inch of him felt claimed, filled, stretched, and overwhelmed.

And the night... The night did not end.

Nor did dawn stop it, nor the next sunset, nor the one after.

And just like that, weeks passed.

Weeks drenched in heat and rut and feverish hunger, where Lytharion’s instincts refused to calm, refused to release him, and refused to let any distance form between them.

Because unlike a normal Alpha, whose rut burned out after a day—an immortal being’s rut ran for weeks.

And Kael...soft, trembling, overwhelmed. Kael...was the only one who could soothe it. Even when his body quivered from exhaustion.

Even when he slumped against the Lytharion chest in a half-conscious daze. Even then, Lytharion’s heat clung to him, devoured him, worshipped him, and claimed him. The chamber smelled only of him, only of them, only of rut and bond and heat.

Kael’s eyes were tired from crying, and his throat was sore from moaning, but they didn’t move from the bed. The only time they moved was when Lytharion made him sip the water...from his mouth.

... And then—SPLURT!!!!

Lytharion released again. Kael’s lashes fluttered once, twice, and then his body finally gave out. His breath hitched, his fingers loosened, and his head dropped heavily onto Kael’s chest.

SLUMP.

For a moment, Lytharion remained still, frozen, like the beast inside him could not comprehend the sudden stillness of its mate. His pupils thinned to razor slits, golden irises glowing with feral hunger that slowly... painfully... dimmed.

Then—

"...Beloved...?"

Kael didn’t answer; his exhausted body lay limp against the Lytharion’s chest, trembling faintly, more from strain than from fear. His breath came in small, uneven puffs against Lytharion’s collarbone.

Lytharion pulled Levin closer, gathering him into his arms as though trying to protect him from the very heat that poured off his own skin.

"So...beautiful..."

Lytharion touched Kael’s cheek and then his lower lips. He gave a peck on his lips...and stared for a moment.

Kael’s exhausted, yet marked with the scent that could only belong to the Lytharion.

Lytharion could still feel the rut tearing at his bones, the beast inside him pacing, snarling, demanding more...more warmth, more scent, more Kael.

But all it took was one glance at the limp form in his arms...and the beast bent and wrapped his mate into his arms.

He pressed his lips to Kael’s swollen mouth again...again and again. Kisses that trembled with guilt, devotion, and a darkness that tasted almost like worship.

"Should I keep going?"

His voice cracked, low, raw, torn between rut and love. He kissed Kael’s eyelids, his temple, and his cheek, and then his breath shook.

He leaned closer, inhaling the scent of a mate who had endured far too much for him.

"I should pin him down again...and devour him, but...I cannot. My beloved is tried..."

He wrapped Kael in his arms, protective, possessive, trembling, and forced himself still.

"I have to bear my child sooner; once he bears the child...no divine deity could lay a finger on someone who is bearing a life."