Page 43 of Sundered By Fate

"Beautiful," Malekith said, his voice a dark, sinful purr. "So responsive, so eager for my touch. You were made for this, made to be taken and claimed and filled."

Aric mustered a feeble mewl, too far gone to form a coherent thought. Malekith's hand was a brand against his sensitive flesh, stoking the flames of his desire higher with each pass.

And then those wicked fingers were drifting lower, teasing at Aric's entrance, circling the furled muscle with a maddening lightness. Aric clenched down on nothing, a wordless plea for more, and Malekith chuckled darkly.

"So greedy," he taunted, pressing just the tip of one finger inside. "So hungry for my cock. I will give it to you, my sweet Aric. I will fill you up and fuck you senseless, until you forget your own name and know only mine."

Aric sobbed, his hips rolling shamelessly into the shallow thrust of Malekith's finger. He was so close, wound so tight with desperate need that he thought he might shatter at the slightest touch.

Malekith seemed to sense his precarious state, adding a second finger to the first and scissoring them wide. Aric cried out, his back arching off the bed as the stretch burned and stung in the most delicious way.

"So tight," Malekith groaned, his voice rough with his own desire. "I cannot wait to feel you clench around my cock, to watch you writhe and moan as I split you open on my length."

The image seared itself into Aric's mind, his cock twitching in Malekith's grip. He was teetering on the brink of something massive, and he knew that the slightest push would send him flying.

It was Malekith's thumb, pressed against the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside him, that finally tipped Aric over the edge. He came with a hoarse shout, his vision whiting out as ecstasy crashed over him in wave after wave.

Through it all, Malekith held him close, his lips tracing the line of Aric's throat, murmuring words of praise and desire against his fevered skin. "That's it, my love," he purred, his fingers gentling as Aric trembled and shook in the aftermath of his release. "Let go, let me feel you come undone for me."

Aric could only whimper in response, his body still thrumming with the aftershocks of his climax. He felt boneless, weightless, suspended in a sea of bliss and satisfaction.

Malekith's hand never stopped moving, stroking Aric through the waves of pleasure until he was gasping and writhinganew. "I'm not done with you yet," the demon prince growled. "I'm going to fuck you now, fill you up and claim you as mine."

Aric moaned, his cock already stirring to life once more at the promise in Malekith's words. He was so empty, so aching to be filled, and he knew that only Malekith could satisfy the desperate hunger clawing at his insides.

Malekith rose up on his knees, his body a dark silhouette against the ethereal light spilling through the windows. Aric watched, entranced, as the demon prince positioned himself between his splayed thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging insistently at Aric's entrance.

"Look at you," Malekith breathed, his voice heavy with lust and wonder. "So beautiful, so perfect. You were always meant to be mine, little mage. There was no use in fighting it."

Aric could only moan in response, his hips canting forward to meet the slow, deliberate press of Malekith's length. The stretch burned, stung, but it was a pain he welcomed, a reminder that this was real, that Malekith was truly here with him.

Malekith pushed forward, inch by excruciating inch, until he was fully sheathed inside Aric's body. Aric gasped, his head falling back against the pillows as he struggled to accommodate the sudden fullness.

"Gods, you feel incredible," Malekith groaned, straining with the effort of holding himself still. "So hot, so tight. I could stay buried inside you forever."

Aric could only whimper in response, his body trembling with the strain of holding Malekith deep inside him. He wanted to move, to roll his hips and take the demon prince even deeper, but he was frozen in place, overwhelmed by the sheer sensation of it all.

Malekith caught his hesitation, his hand coming up to cup Aric's cheek in a gesture of unexpected tenderness. "Relax, my love," he murmured, his thumb tracing the delicate stretch ofAric's jaw, his eyes fluttering shut at the tender touch. "Let me feel you," Malekith coaxed, his voice a dark silk caress against Aric's fevered skin. "Let me feel you unravel on my cock."

Something in Aric's chest cracked open at those words, a floodgate of desperate need and wanting. He arched up into Malekith's touch, his hips rolling in an instinctive plea for more. "Please," he gasped, his nails raking at the sheets. "Please, I need?—"

Malekith silenced him with a searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim Aric's mouth. At the same time, he began to move, drawing back until only the crown of his jagged cock remained inside Aric's body before surging forward once more.

Aric wailed and buried his sob against Malekith’s muscular forearm as Malekith filled him up once more in one smooth, powerful thrust. "You're mine," Malekith growled, his hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm. "You belong to me, body and soul. I will never let you go."

Aric could only sob as he quaked with the force of Malekith's thrusts. One hand fisted in the sheets, while the other scrabbled for purchase on Malekith's sweat-slicked skin, desperate for something, anything, to anchor himself against the maelstrom of sensation threatening to consume him whole.

Malekith's hand found Aric's cock, wrapping around it in a tight, punishing grip. He stroked in time with his thrusts, twisting his wrist on the upstroke to hit that sensitive spot just beneath the head. Aric’s hips bucked into the touch with a ragged sob, aching for more of Malekith’s claws around him, teeth in him, cock spearing him.Destroy me,Aric thought, and he meant it, body and soul.

Aric shuddered, his body tightening around Malekith's length. Once more Malekith brought him to the brink, and he was ready to succumb.

To be remade as Malekith’s.

It was Malekith's teeth, sinking into the tender skin of Aric's throat, that finally tipped him over the edge. Aric came again, crying out feebly, his cock pulsing in Malekith's grip as pleasure tore through him with ridged, ragged, beautiful pain.

“My sunlight, my Aric.” Malekith’s hips never faltered in their relentless rhythm. “Mine, my sun . . .”

And then Malekith was coming too, his cock twitching deep inside Aric's body as he spilled his seed with a guttural moan. Aric felt the heat of it, the way it seemed to sear itself into his very soul, marking him, claiming him, owning him in a way that nothing else ever had.

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