Page 63 of Blinding Light

The cheers that erupted from the crowd stirred up Helianth’s fire, making him drive his cock into Theo with more force. Helianth grasped onto the prisoner's neck, choking off his air as the sounds of slapping skin filled the arena. The crowd was enraptured. They all stared as Theo gave in more with every thrust.

“He’s turned him into a needy slut. Baby brother’s got character, I love it,” Moargan rasped. Then he continued thrusting, circling Cyprian’s leaking slit. The touch left little crackles of electricity.

“Moargan,” Cyprian moaned.

He needed to come.

Desperately.

“You feel so good, beautiful. So hot and tight. I’m about to explode. And when I do?—”

“Please.” Peering through his hooded eyes, Cyprian saw how Helianth had Theo on all fours, his head locked back between a strong arm as he pumped into him. The holo screen showed the couple from up close, showing how Helianth’s amethyst eyes flared with mania as he fucked his prey. The audience cheered.

“What was that?” Moargan teased. “Is myaeonbegging his lover? What are you begging me for?”

“Please,” Cyprian choked. “I need it. I need to come. Please, make me come.”

Moargan suckled on his neck, nipping the skin until it broke. “Good boy.” He traced his finger over Cyprian’s swollen shaft. “Look at that eager cock, Cyprian. Look how much it leaks for me. It is violence you crave, lover. Deep down inside ofyou.” And then his firm grip was on Cyprian’s cock, and Cyprian’s breath stuttered in desperation for release.

Hands and hips worked in sync as Moargan thrusted rapidly.

When he finally reached his peak, it felt like a warm, glowing relief the way it rushed through Cyprian’s core. He moaned, overtaken by pleasure, body trembling in Moargan’s hold. He never wanted to leave those strong hands.

Moargan shifted bringing him to his front, and Cyprian nestled himself against his chest, chin resting on Moargan’s collarbone. He stood like that, content, his back toward the outside spectacle. He’d seen enough cruelty for the day.

“Perhaps this is the biggest punishment,” Moargan mumbled. He, unlike Cyprian, was still staring outside. He peeked down, a small smile on his lips. The holo screen projected Theo’s blissful expression as he was cruelly manhandled. “He doesn’t want to love it, but he can’t resist my brother. Even while being disgraced out in the open for the whole arena to see, he can’t hide his desire.” Moargan brushed a lock behind Cyprian’s ear. “Because Dariux’s are irresistible. All those gorgeous guys I’ve messed with here.”

“Because you are conceited, is what you mean.” The comment stung.

Moargan lifted his glass and winked at him. “That too, lover. That too.”

They settled on the couch, half-naked. Moargan lit a red ember cigarette while Cyprian slowly finished his drink. They watched in silence as Helianth finished inside Theo’s ass, then turned his prey around to let him clean his cock with his mouth. When they finished, he yanked him backward until he hit the sandy surface and sprawled onto his back, completely wiped out.

“Do you do this often?” Cyprian asked. Moargan was makinghim feel insecure, earlier glow disappearing swiftly. He readied himself for the answer.

“Which part are you referring to? Watching an Aureate, or messing around with a gorgeous guy?”

That…Cyprian licked his lips, chest tightening. He didn’t like that thought. Hehatedthat thought. “Yeah,” his voice sounded weak.

“Yeah to which one?” The tips of Moargan’s lips ticked up in amusement.

“Nothing.” Cyprian looked away.

“Ahh…I see. You’re thinking of me taking anyone else here. Are you jealous, littleaeon?”

“Of course not,” Cyprian grumbled. It made him feel disposable, so damn disposable.

Moargan’s grin widened, eyes flashing maliciously.

Cyprian should say something,anything, to clarify this conversation, but he’d always been bad at saying how he felt. His mind would go blank and his words would be a river of stutters. “I—I…” he began, but before he could continue, there was a firm knock on the door.

“Imperial Moargan?” Someone called out. “There’s been an attack!”

“What?” Moargan grabbed his discarded clothes as he jogged for the door and yanked it open.

“Yure’s boat,” Vandor boomed. His golden hair was ruffled the only abnormality to the otherwise always perfectly behaved junior general. “They exploded the boat.”

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