Page 11 of Blinding Light

“Stop? Oh no, littleaeon, you and I are just getting started.” As if to prove his point, he clenched his fist tighter around Xander’s thick length, tugging his weeping dick until he had him panting and moaning.

“N-no.” As if he is just now realizing what has been happening for the past few minutes, the yellow-eyed beauty pushed against Moargan’s chest. “I am on the clock; I can get fired for this.”

“For pleasing an Imperial Prince? Nah. Promoted, perhaps. But fired, no.” Moargan stroked the other guy’s dick in a tight grip that he knew would make him lose control soon. His tongue was back on Xander’s neck, lapping and nipping as Xander mewled, and he smiled to himself when he felt the other guy’s hips fly off the wall as he started thrusting into his firm hand. “There you go,” he muttered.

“N-no.”

Yes.

Xander let out a loud moan, then his forehead slammed into Moargan’s with a thump. White hot pain shot through his forehead. “Good light!” Moargan barked and pulled back to run a hand across the tender flesh.

“You don’t understand. I didn’t mean to?—”

“Hurt me? Really? I think that’s exactly what you’ve been trying to do. While the only thing I’ve wanted is to bring you pleasure.” Xander pushed himself off the wall and ran for the door.

“Anyone? Please! I locked myself in! Please open the door!” He banged against the metal wall.

“No one will come, littleaeon. No one will come for you.”Using his cooling fingertips to cure the ache in his head, Moargan watched Xander start to crumble. “Behind that door, my soldiers are on guard, making sure that no one comes through until I’m finished with you.” He slowly approached behind Xander, who still stood facing the door in a rigid stance. “Besides, that’s for your own protection. If someone were to report you for using violence against an Imperial, you’d be put on trial.” A small smile bloomed on his lips when he saw Xander shiver at those words. “We’d explode your body. Boom. Just like that.”

“Why…me?” Came the soft question. Xander’s pants were still half-unbuckled, ready for Moargan to slide his hand back under the soft material and finish what he’d started. Pressing his chest against Xander’s deflated frame, Moargan crawled his fingers back under the fabric, to where Xander’s cock was still stiff. Even his heartbeat had decreased to a steady beat. Tears rolled down his exposed cheek, to where the earlier bite was turning into a flushed hickey.

“Why not, beautiful? I was bored. Being on a spaceship for hours is no fun.” Looking around the dim room, Moargan scoffed. His hand found a steady rhythm around Xander’s cock. “Although this room won’t do. You can’t properly run from me.”

“R-run?”

“Hmm. I promise you a better game next time.”

Xander’s hips pushed back for more friction, but his voice sounded tight. “There won’t be a next time.”

“Oh, there will be. I promise you. That’s it, littleaeon,” Moargan purred as he slowly jacked him, watching every tremble on the other man’s body. He was close.

“It’s the Axe,” Xander moaned. “It’s the Axe that’s kicking in. It makes me feel so light.”

“Of course it is,” Moargan hummed against his ear, relishing in the soft, puffy responses Xander gave him.

Xander’s breathing stuttered, and his heart rate picked up.And then his desire exploded, leaking ropes of come from his cock. Xander heaved as he freely whimpered, rubbing his ass against Moargan’s cock.

There was something so innocent about him. Something that the Imperial wanted to corrupt, take for himself, study, analyze, and turn inside out.

Once the waves of pleasure finally subdued, Xander stood frozen, one cheek plastered against the door. He blinked with one yellow eye, turning it his way and blinking once more, clearly embarrassed with what just happened.

One order through Moargan’s multi-slate, and the soft click that followed brought them back to the outside world. “Scurry off, littleaeon. For now. I can’t wait to see you again. Soon.”

Xander didn’t wait. He yanked the door open and bolted for the stairs.

4

“Xander?”

A soft knock on the door made Cyprian startle in his bed. He opened his eyes and darted his gaze around, confused for a moment, before he remembered. Right. He was in Helion, in his new bedroom, in the bed he had crashed into when he arrived last night. After that disastrous meeting with Moargan.

The thought made him groan.

“Are you awake?’

“Yeah.” Cyprian pressed his face in his hands, forcing his body to wake up. “What time is it?” His gaze landed on his wrist, only to catch sight of the stupid ring. As he inspected the silver banner for any other messages, he heard Archer’s muffled response. “It’s nearly eleven. I’ve got you some breakfast. I’m meeting up with friends later. Want to join? I can show you around.”

“Sure. Just give me five, I’ll be right there.”

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