Page 98 of Crown of Steel

Something cracks inside me. But where I expect to feel humiliated by his request, I feel light. Clear headed. “Make love to me,” I whisper.

Arthur takes my chin between his fingers and tilts it up until our eyes meet. His are pupil-swollen and dark with that faint ring of gold. “Good boy,” he muses. He presses a soft kiss onto my lips. “I’m going to do just what you asked.”

Uncapping the bottle with one hand, he pours a generous amount onto his two digits, then lets those fingers crawl under my cloak once more. “Lift your hips, Régis.” I do as he says, and he easily pulls off my underwear and shimmies them down my thighs and knees until they land on the floor. Then those fingers are back, teasing my hole with cold, wet sweeps. I only have a few seconds to adjust to my initial surprise, before a slick finger dips inside. My muscles clench, but when Arthur pulls me closer to his chest to bring his lips onto the skin of my neck, I unclench a little. He licks and kisses the heated flesh under my ear, his raspy voice murmuring words of praise.

I want to be his good boy. The thought makes me practicallyjump out of my skin, only to be soothed back in by his probing finger.

“Feel how you’re sucking me in, kitten. Do you want me there? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Y-yes,” I garble, panting. He hums in reply, then adds a second finger.

“Take it Régis, relax for me. I can’t wait to feel your tight heat all around me again.”

“Fuck, Arthur.” My hips grind sluggishly when he hits my g-spot, white pleasure sparking to live in front of my closed eyes. His digits keep on going back and forth, widening my channel with every stroke, relaxing me and pleasuring me as they hit that spot over and over again. My hips buck and I moan freely now, my cock hard and throbbing beneath the silky layer of my cloak.

I don’t know how long he keeps up his delicious torment, because I’m delirious with lust, riding his fingers and begging him for more. When he finally stands us both up to pull down his own briefs, I shudder in relief.

“Please, please—”

The blunt head of his cock probes against my hole and I push back in frustration when it takes too long for him to penetrate me. Arthur chuckles at that. “Nearly there,chaton. You better get your claws out, you know I love it when you scratch me. Mark me, Régis, and make it hurt.”

And then the slick crown of his cock slides into me mercilessly. I barely have time to adjust, my muscles clenching with initial panic, only to unclench at the sound of his approving purrs.

“Let me in, Régis.”

I surrender, pushing back against the way his cock slowly slides further into my tight channel until he owns me completely. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.” His hand slides over my waist and upperlegs, rubbing my flushed skin as he continues to fill me up. When he’s all the way in, we both let out a shuddering breath. “Fuck, yeah,” Arthur growls. His hand crawls up my groin and wraps tightly around the shape of my clothed cock, making me stifle a groan. We’re just getting started and I’m already so hard for him.

“I want to show them all,” Arthur mumbles against my ear. “Move, kitten. Ride my big cock.”

“What do you want to show them all?” I have barely moved a few times, but I’m already out of breath. The angle isn’t easy, the soft seat of the armchair not very helpful.

Arthur lets out a grunt. “How you are fucking mine, little stepbrother.”

Without any warning, he moves out of the chair, taking me with him. He holds me up as he takes one, two steps, his cock still buried in my ass, then he pushes me forward and onto the ground. We’re in a glassed corner, behind the piano. Yanking off both our masks, he looms over me. “Get on all fours,chaton. I’m going to fuck you hard now,” he grumbles. I barely have time to do as he says, when he starts pounding my ass with fast, short thrusts. They are effective, pumping my prostate with every thrust, making me move forward as I moan and writhe, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Oh my god,” I pant. My chest feels tight, filled with flutters and something else that lights up with every puff of air that brushes past my neck and ear. Arthur is everywhere, covering my body with his larger one, like he has done every night over the past weeks. Despite his words of rivalry, he’s been protecting me, shielding me in his attempt to make sure that I won’t need my iron.

Right now, he fucks me mercilessly, ungracefully unyielding as he pummels my ass, making pain and bliss melt together in an everlasting ache of desire. Thick, heavy, warm and solid. I never want it to end. But it will, embarrassingly fast, when hegrabs hold of my cock. My painfully hard cock that is begging me for release.

“You want to come?” He croons.

“Yes,” I pant. He yanks out of me and rolls me onto my back.

“Then mark me with your fingers,” he growls. I grasp his thighs and squeeze, squeezing a little more when he moves back inside me. “Scratch me,chaton, and purr for me like a real kitten. Then I’ll make you come.”

I’m too far gone to care, too desperate for release. A growl emerges deeply from within me while I dig my nails in the flesh of his naked thighs. And fuck me if it doesn’t do something to those flutters, if it doesn’t somehow make my mind clear. It only takes a few rapid strokes before I come hard and with a un-kittenly shout. My release comes out in thick, creamy spurts, leaking onto Arthur’s stomach and chest.

“Yesssss,” he hisses. Two, three, four more thrusts and his face twists into an expression of pure bliss, and wonder. And he comes, lips parting and nostrils flaring. A faint flush colors his cheeks and he is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.

Mine.My entire body buzzes at the thought.

Mine. My entire body buzzes with the sound. He's mine. Nevermind that we'll only get in each other's way and then hate each other for it. Nevermind that this beautiful thing we have - a blooming flower adorning my fantasies - might wither and die in the end. He's still mine.

24

ARTHUR

Something has irrevocably changed between me and Régis. Things have grown from a delicate breeze to a full blown whirlwind that seems to consume both of us with its searing heat and vortex; it has painted the sky and colored my life.

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