[BL] Accidentally Becoming the Healer of the Deranged Archduke novel Chapter 408

Chapter 408: Scenerio-1 (In Another Parallel World) (18+)

Author’s Note:

The following Chapters are not part of the main storyline. They take place in a parallel timeline where Darius fully gives in to his feral side. Please read them as an alternate scenario, separate from canon events.

The following scene is darker smut, and if you are uncomfortable with it, kindly skip this and the next Chapter. As for the ones who are reading... enjoy~

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Xion was trembling, his body already worn raw from being forced to ride, but Darius wasn’t satisfied. The Archduke’s cock was still hard, still buried inside, throbbing with hunger.

The northern lord’s hand slid up, fingers circling the healer’s delicate throat.

With a sharp squeeze, he forced Xion’s head back, cutting off his breath just enough to make his lips part and eyes widen.

"Look at you," Darius growled, the veins in his forearm flexing as he held him there. "Even when you can’t breathe, you’re clenching tighter around me. Filthy little thing... you like this, don’t you?"

Xion tried to shake his head, a whimper leaving his throat, but the traitorous heat in his body betrayed him.

His cock twitched helplessly, leaking against Darius’ stomach.

The Archduke’s smile was cruel. "You’re dripping just from me choking you. How cute."

When he pushed his tongue inside the parted mouth, Xion let it swirl without offering any resistance. Because resistance would only end in more brutal punishment.

"Good. My obedient little cockslut."

Darius released just enough pressure for Xion to drag in a ragged breath, then slammed him down hard, cock burying to the hilt.

The healer cried out in half-pain, half-pleasure.

Darius leaned close, his low voice was filled with dangerous need, and there was not the slightest bit of gentleness to his actions.

Then again, that gentleness had vanished when Xion tried to run away, only to be caught after six years.

Since then, Xion had utterly failed to appease the northern lord’s fury.

"Darius, p-please, I can’t hold on..."

His whimpers only seemed to excite the crazy Archduke. The smirk was back on his handsome face, something that only meant chaos.

Sure enough, the next words left Xion trembling.

"Oh, no, Xion. You don’t get to cum until I say. Do you hear me?"

Xion’s nails dug into his shoulders and his thighs, red from all those spanks, quivered. "P-please... I can’t—"

"You can," Darius snarled, tightening his grip on his waist, forcing him to grind in slow, agonizing circles on his cock.

"You’ll hold it. You’ll beg for it. Only that way you will remember who you belong to."

The healer sobbed.

His vision had turned hazy with tears and stars from the choking, but the pressure inside his belly only grew.

Every drag of Darius’ cock against that spot inside him made his body scream for release.

"Say it," the Archduke demanded, slapping his ass with blunt force, the crack echoing in the cave. "Beg me like the needy slut you are."

"I-I’m begging, Darius — ahh — I need it! Please, please let me cum!"

The silver-haired lord laughed, his green eyes gleaming with the cruel light of triumph. "That’s it. That’s my good boy. Beg louder, darling. Let me hear just how desperate you are for me."

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