Signed with blood

Chapter III

The viking let out a pleased sound as he felt himself sink in the other further. His grip on the hips of the duke tightened as he leaded the other man even even further on his d**k, watching as the other was slowly taking it. All the small sounds that escaped from the lips of the duke reverbered in the throne room, clear as day in the complete silence of the night.

Konrad could do nothing to avoid a soft whimper to pour from his throat and his hand to dig into the scalp of the other. The pleasure was running through his muscles like an electric shock. The member of the other was deeper than he ever thought it could be and he still wasn't completely sitting on it.

He looked at Lion, panting. It was obvious that the other was using every last bit of self control that he had to not force him down faster. His eyes were almost completely dark at that point, the pupil that covered almost completely the usual glacial blue staring at him. Konrad closed his eyes as he finally felt himself reaching the bottom and Lion let out a heavy breath.

The viking drew a breath and got near to the other, whispering to his ear.

"Start moving, Konrad. Let me see how you f**k yourself on me like a slut"

His hot breath was still brushing the duke's ear, his hands still keeping him in position. Konrad bit his lip as he slowly got up, to then let himself fall again on the other. His throne was cold under his naked knees, but he didn't mind that, completely lost in the feeling. All his nerves were on flames. He let out a soft moan. It was almost too much to handle.

Lion linged down to bite his neck, finally looking away from him. He tried to keep his composure, but the sight of the other riding him was enough to send dangerous sparkles of pleasure in his body. Around him he felt the entrance of the other twitching and the hot walls wrapping him. A small sound escaped him, but he quickly hid it against the skin of the other. He couldn't let it out, not yet.

"Look at you, you were hoping for this since we met, didn't you?"

He said with a mocking voice, even though Konrad could feel the other's heavy breath against his skin. He could only close his eyes, and shake his head, as his cheeks flushed from the remark of the other.

"You just wanted me to use you like a toy, didn't you?"

Lion rised his hips to meet the movements of the other. The change of intensity almost made Konrad cry out. Now each of thrust pushed against the right point inside him, making him each second nearer to his edge.

"You're a sick man, dear duke"

The viking groweled just against his lips, still without kissing him, not letting him have the pleasure of it. He just wanted more. He hardened his hold on Konrad, as he heard him start to plead. The other was a vision, with his head thrown backwards, taking all of him like it was what he was born for.

"Please, Lion, just..."

His phrase was interrupted as a hard trust freezed him into place. Konrad kept his eyes shut, even if he could already feel wet tears start to roll down his face. His legs where shaking from the effort and he was sure that he couldn't keep it up much longer. The pain was mixing itself to pleasure, and each more moveme was a bittersweet torture for him. But he didn't want the feeling to stop.

"Just what? Use your words Konrad"

"Please, just f**k me yourself"

He finally said sobbing, as his legs felt numb from the usage. The viking smiled. His suddenly raised the duke, his arms flexing under his weight, but still moving him with no problem. Then, when only the tip remained inside of the other, he forced him down. Konrad made a chocked sound, just letting the other manhandling him like some kind of doll.

Pleasure was hitting the duke in waves and he knew that he couldn't keep himself for much longer. Precum was dripping on both of their stomachs at each movement. He went down and kissed Lion, their tounges fighting for the dominance. It was messy, and Konrad could feel that the theet of the other drew some blood from his bottom lip, but he could care less. At this point all he could do was begging for more.

The viking backed off from the kiss, looking at the other and grinning.

"What do you want Konrad?"

The duke groaned in a desperate way. God, that man was awful. Still he forced himself to start talking.

"Don't make me say that..."

Lion started slowing down, laughing slowly seeing as the other twisted himself in his grip, unsatisfied.

"If you want it, then you better say it"

Konrad lied his head on the shoulder of the other, not wanting to look at the other as he finally said:

"Just please, let me come"

The duke let out a whimper as he felt the rythm get faster, his eyes closed as his orgasm hit him. He sobbed in delight and closed himself thighter on the other, making Lion groan in response. All his muscles blocked as the other f****d him through his climax, coming too after a few more thrusts with a low growl.

After a moment of silence, as they catched breath again, Lion kissed him gently and let a hand run through his hair.

"Are you alright?"

Konrad just nodded. His whole body was aching, his mind felt oddly empty and confused. The viking made a small smile and rised him again, removing himself from the other gently. The throne room felt too quiet now, and it was starting again to be cold.

"We should go to your chambers now"

He told, looking at the duke, that simply lied against him, boneless. He waited for a reply but the other simply stood there. Obviously all his energy was drained from the previous activities. Lion sighed and caressed again his hair.

Konrad make a surprised sound as he felt the other standing up from under him, taking him in his arms.

"What are you doing now?"

He looked up to look at the other confused. The viking didn't reply, just going on walking. Konrad shook his head, not trying to ask again and simply putting his head against the chest of the other.

When they reached the chambers, Lion looked down to see Konrad asleep in his arm.