For The Eternal's Soul, His Dearest || WrioLette

VII (🔞)

⚠️ Content Warning: Disguised Aphrodisiacs, Spiked Drinks, Sex With Lack of Consciousness, Rough Sex, Orgasm Edging

Upon hearing Neuvillette's words, Wriothesley appeared dazed once more, as though he was trying to figure out what to do next. And yet, he then hung the Iudex's arms around his neck and raised him up by his thighs before leaning in for another kiss, leaving the Iudex stunned by the duke's unforeseen exertion.

The duke locked the door and took a few steps inside, laying Neuvillette down on the edge of the bed, all the while maintaining their kiss. He quickly strips off the Iudex's trousers and underwear, revealing the man's concealed portion of his body, and drapes the slender calves on one of his shoulders.

Even though Neuvillette was not yet fully aroused, he was feeling hot and deprived all over his body when he realized he had become drenched underneath. His breathing became strained and he started to feel a strong impulse to simply remove his blouse. However, he's too helpless and is entirely dependent on his partner.

"You're eager, chéri." Wriothesley mutters, with his teeth nibbling his lover's calf.

The sensation of the duke's fangs piercing through his flesh causes Neuvillette to softly gasp as he clutches the covers, feeling somewhat stimulated. Eventually, Wriothesley himself pulls down his boxer and pants, allowing his erection to rise from under the cloth that had grown much tighter than before.

All Neuvillette could do was lie there and look, his thoughts hazy as he waited for Wriothesley to inevitably succumb to the primal urges they were both striving to sate. The duke is drugging him with all of his touches, to the point where, if their bodies come into contact with one another, he might very well become an insatiable mess in a matter of seconds.

"Wriothesley.. Quick." he asserted, breathless.

Wriothesley was still putting a condom on at the moment, yet the command struck his ear, causing his lips to curve into a pleased smirk.

"Getting impatient, are we?" pressing his length onto the Iudex's moist surface, he chuckled. "No worries, princess. I'm going to make you feel so good tonight."

The room echoed in liberated moans as Wriothesley plunged deeply into his partner, ramming the Iudex's tight, slippery insides rapidly while he held firmly to the two legs resting on his shoulder.

At the same time, Neuvillette's eyes were watering from the rough penetration, and he was shaking. But he loves it, so much that Wriothesley and the way the said man makes him feel both inside and out were all that was on the forefront of his consciousness.

The words more, more, and more are ringing in Neuvillette's mind, he only knows for sure that he wants to give the entirety of his body's control to the man in front of him, who carelessly kept digging deeper in him.

"Hah.. You're taking me in so well." the duke grunted, keeping the Iudex in place.

"I'm yours- Ah! I'm yours to use, Wriothesley. Only- yours.." Neuvillette moaned, finding himself struggling to respond verbally without letting his own cries of pleasure get in the way of his words.

Wriothesley bent himself closer to his lover, pressing Neuvillette's thighs and stomach together. The duke groaned out as he felt the Iudex's canal wrapping even tighter around his member, urging him to his release.

"Fuck, Neuvillette.. You still can get tighter even when you're already tight, huh?" He groaned, accelerating his pace as he got closer.

Having Wriothesley viciously striking his cervix, Neuvillette's breath hitched and his thoughts muddled, only experiencing a mixture of pleasure and physical pain that left him seeking more. With his nails forcing their way into Wriothesley's already flawed complexion, his arms are now looped around the duke's neck, coaxing him to give in to his impending release.

Wriothesley stopped with half of his length buried inside, his breathing shallow as he remained immobile, something in mind. Soon as Neuvillette acknowledged it, his body was beginning to ache again, soughting to grind against the man while wailing in the absence of pleasure.

"Wriothesley, please.. Don't stop. More." He cried, his body inflaming him to beg for more.

The deprived solicits being torn from the Iudex's throat seized Wriothesley's attention as they sounded so frail and wretched—exactly as he wanted them to be. Wriothesley pulled himself out of the man under him, receiving even more weak cries and whines of Neuvillette saying the phrase 'don't stop' over and over again.

Then, with Wriothesley's own knee pressed on the edge of the bed and his hands tightly grasping Neuvillette's slim waist, the duke bowed Neuvillette's body to all fours. Wriothesley forced himself in, shoving his entire length back into the Iudex's cunt, leading Neuvillette to release yet another strained yell.

Under the duke's rapid, rhythmic movements, Neuvillette's body quivered, falling once more for the sheer intensity of it all as the overwhelming pressure inside of him resurfaced again. The Iudex held on to the covers shakily, breathing in short gasps and letting out whimpers he was unable to contain as the sheets grew more and more wet from sweat and tears.

"There- Ngh! So good." Neuvillette wailed, convulsing at the sudden pressure on the most sensitive region of his private. He felt like exploding right now, or even dissolving into a puddle of sensuous delights that is gradually corrupting his entire body and psyche.

The prickling sensation of his upcoming crest began to rush all over his body, the sounds, voices, and the feeling was slowly overstimulating his every sense, drowning his state of mind into something people would call delirium. Not to mention the unabating, scorching heat spreading through his arched body, demanding to be surfeited.

"Neuvillette.. I'm- close." groaned the duke, his hips moving by its own at this point, not stopping until he at least finished once.

The Iudex was unable to respond, his mouth buried in the pillow he was clutching as hiccups began to interrupt his sentences. Given that he isn't exactly himself right now, it's not like he could come up with a prompt reply either. All he knows is that he is about to reach the awaited peak, too.

Then, as their flesh crashed for the very last time, their final exhale of bliss reverberated throughout the room, causing their bodies to shudder from the tremendous rush of ecstasy that washed over their minds.

Neuvillette's eyes were closed, ash brows drawn together in rapture, tears seeping into the silky cloth encasing the pillow he was holding. Wriothesley's reaction is comparable as well. He presses his fingers into his lover's pale skin, holding his hips firmly while his cock pulses within as he unleashes what he has been holding since.

Then the only sound in the room was heavy breathing. Wriothesley pulled himself free, removed the protection from his shaft, knotted the end, and tossed it into the trash bin next to the bed. Strangely enough, he remained entirely erect, and his body still ached as if it entailed more. Not that Neuvillette was any different, practically leaking over his thighs.

"Wrio... One more, please?"

The duke didn't need to be reminded twice and he was all set to go again. He put a new condom around his cock and pulled Neuvillette into a different position where he was comfortably seated on his lap. Wriothesley brought the Iudex closer by guiding his arms surrounding his shoulders before whispering something in his ear.

"I'll make sure to savor every inch of your body well, chéri."