19. Darius
19
Darius
D arius poured all his desire into that kiss, exploring the sweet recesses of Robin’s mouth with a thoroughness that bordered on reverence.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily, their bodies thrumming with unspoken need. Darius trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of Robin’s throat, pausing to lavish attention on the sensitive patch of skin just below his ear—a spot that never failed to elicit a delightful response.
He continued his descent, his lips skimming over the delicate bones of Robin’s collarbone before dipping lower. Each new touch, each new point of contact, was met with a fresh gasp or moan from Robin, whose body arched beneath him in silent entreaty.
Darius took his time, savoring the taste and texture of his young bride’s skin, the subtle saltiness that seemed to grow more potent with each passing moment. His hands roamed with equal adoration, tracing the lean muscles of Robin’s torso, the gentle swell of his hips, the sensitive crease where thigh met body.
Finally, he reached the apex of Robin’s thighs, his breath ghosting over the straining flesh that begged for his attention. Their eyes locked, and with deliberate slowness, Darius lowered his head, taking Robin’s cock into his mouth with a possessive intensity that made the boy gasp, the heat and wetness of his lips and tongue eliciting a groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure from his bride. Robin’s hips bucked of their own accord, seeking to drive himself deeper into Darius’ willing throat.
Darius hummed in approval, the vibrations sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through Robin’s body. He sucked hard and hot, his hands roaming over the boy’s quivering thighs and taut abdomen, his fingers tracing patterns of fire upon his skin.
Robin’s reaction was everything Darius could have hoped for—his body writhed and twisted in the throes of passion, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he surrendered himself to the exquisite torment.
As Darius continued his ministrations, Robin’s fingers found their way into his hair, tangling in the dark strands as he fought to anchor himself in a world that was rapidly spinning out of control. The muscles of his abdomen tensed, his thighs quivering with the effort to maintain some semblance of restraint.
But Darius was having none of it. He wanted—needed—to see Robin completely undone, to hear his name torn from those perfect lips as he tumbled over the edge. With a final, heartfelt squeeze to the firm globes of Robin’s ass, Darius took him all the way to the hilt, swallowing around him as he shattered into pieces.
The sound of Robin’s climax filled the room, a symphony of cries and gasps that seemed to echo off the stone walls. Darius stayed with him through it all, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body before finally releasing him with a satisfied purr.
As Robin lay there, a quivering, sated mess amid the rumpled towels and flickering firelight, Darius couldn’t help but feel a surge of profound satisfaction mingled with an unexpected tenderness. This boy—this delightful, infuriating, irresistible creature—had somehow managed to slip past every carefully constructed barrier he’d built around his heart over the centuries.
The sight of Robin in the aftermath of his release was nothing short of ethereal—his pale skin flushed with a rosy glow, those bright-emerald eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and wonder, his chest rising and falling with each trembling breath.
With a low growl that rumbled up from deep within his chest, Darius moved up the length of Robin’s body, muscles rippling with barely restrained power. He claimed those still-panting lips in a voracious kiss, his tongue invading Robin’s mouth with a hunger that had everything to do with passion and nothing to do with mere physical desire. Robin responded with equal fervor, arms wrapping around Darius’ neck as he moaned into the kiss. Even in the throes of his recent climax, the boy’s enthusiasm was intoxicating, his hunger matching Darius’ own.
“You are stunning,” Darius breathed against Robin’s lips, his voice ragged with unchecked desire. “Truly, a work of art that even the greatest masters could not hope to capture.”
Robin swallowed, his chest heaving as he struggled to regain his breath. His fingers traced idle patterns on Darius’ back, making the demon lord’s muscles quiver beneath his touch. “Y-you don’t miss an opportunity to flatter, do you, Your Grace?” he teased, though his voice lacked its usual sharp wit, softened by pleasure.
“Hardly,” Darius murmured, his lips finding the sensitive curve of Robin’s neck. “Simply stating the truth as I see it.” He nipped at the tender skin below Robin’s ear, drawing a delicious whimper from those kiss-swollen lips.
With one arm cradling Robin’s slender waist, Darius positioned himself at that intimate entrance. The heat radiating from Robin’s body was maddening, an irresistible temptation that threatened to shatter his self-control. As he pressed forward, Robin shuddered beneath him, small soft cries escaping his lips—a melody of pleasure that Darius wanted to orchestrate for eternity.
“Y-Your Grace,” Robin gasped, his body yielding even as it trembled. His fingers dug into Darius’ shoulders, not pushing away but pulling closer, as if he couldn’t decide whether to flee from or embrace the overwhelming sensation.
Darius paused halfway, watching with rapt attention as pleasure and uncertainty warred across Robin’s beautiful features. “Relax, my little bird,” he soothed, pressing tender kisses along Robin’s jaw. “Let your body welcome mine. There’s no hurry, no rush.”
Robin nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he adjusted to the intrusion. The sight of him—flushed and wanting, yet still maintaining that hint of sass even in his pleasure—made something fierce and protective surge in Darius’ chest.
With a smooth, relentless thrust, Darius buried himself to the hilt within Robin’s tight heat. The boy’s head fell back, eyes glazing over as Darius hit that sweet spot deep inside him. His cries of “Your Grace” filled the room, each one stoking the fire in Darius’ blood.
The pleasure that shot through Darius was near blinding—Robin was hot and tight around him, a silken vise that threatened to unravel centuries of control. Each clench of those inner walls sent jolts of ecstasy coursing through his veins, the perfect combination of heat and pressure molding itself to his form as if Robin’s body had been crafted solely for him.
“Did you think we were done, little bird?” Darius purred, establishing a rhythm that had Robin writhing beneath him. “I’m afraid I can’t let you go so easily. I’ve only just begun my festivities, and you, my dear, are the guest of honor.”
“More f-festivities?” Robin breathed, his eyes fluttering closed as Darius’ fangs grazed his pulse point. “I-I thought… I mean, I…”
“Rest assured, my sweet,” Darius murmured against the delicate shell of Robin’s ear, “I have every intention of fulfilling my marital duties. And then some.”
He punctuated this promise with a particularly deep thrust that had Robin arching, a broken cry escaping his lips. The boy’s fingers scrabbled at Darius’ back, leaving trails of fire that only added to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.
Each drive forward was met with an answering clench from Robin, a rhythmic dance that drove them both higher into realms where only sensation ruled. The room echoed with their joined cries—a chorus of lustful fervor—and through it all, Darius remained acutely aware of the gift that writhed beneath him: a creature of both earth and ethereal realms who had somehow become his alone to worship.
The pressure built within him, a rising tide of ecstasy that threatened to sweep him away. But he refused to succumb—not yet. He wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from Robin’s body before allowing himself the release he so desperately craved.
Robin’s body undulated beneath him, meeting each of Darius’ thrusts with an eagerness that was its own reward. The boy’s usual sharp wit had dissolved into incoherent pleas and breathless moans, yet somehow he managed to gasp out, “Your Grace… please… I can’t—”
“You can,” Darius assured him, his voice a rough velvet caress. “And you will, my beautiful little bird. You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you?”
The whimper that escaped Robin’s lips was answer enough. His inner walls clenched rhythmically around Darius’ length, the pressure becoming almost unbearable in its intensity. Every squeeze, every flutter of those intimate muscles threatened to undo his carefully maintained control.
With a particularly deep thrust that had Robin crying out his title like a prayer, Darius felt the last threads of his restraint beginning to snap. The sight of Robin—his Robin—lost to pleasure beneath him, those emerald eyes glazed with ecstasy and that clever mouth forming silent prayers of pleasure, was more intoxicating than any wine.
Even through the haze of his mounting desire, Darius watched with a mix of amusement and primal satisfaction as Robin’s body moved with an instinctive grace that belied his innocence. Those lithe legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper with each thrust, and the demon lord couldn’t help but marvel at how naturally Robin responded to him. For all his shy hesitation and blushing protests, the boy’s body knew exactly what it wanted.
“Your Grace,” Robin gasped, his voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust. “I can’t— It’s too much— I—”
“Can’t what, my little bird?” Darius purred, maintaining his relentless rhythm. He watched with undisguised pleasure as Robin’s eyes fluttered, caught between staying open to meet his gaze and rolling back in ecstasy. “Can’t take it? Or can’t get enough?”
The evidence of Robin’s pleasure was undeniable, his cock hard and weeping between them. Darius shifted his angle deliberately, pressing against that sensitive length with each movement of his hips. The action drew a sharp cry from Robin’s throat, his entire body shuddering as if struck by lightning.
“Both,” Robin managed to whimper, his fingers digging crescents into Darius’ shoulders. “Neither. I don’t— Ah!”
His words dissolved into incoherence as Darius wrapped his free hand around Robin’s length, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation proved too much for the boy, tears of pure pleasure gathering at the corners of those bright-emerald eyes.
“Fascinating,” Darius murmured, his voice rough with both amusement and desire. “For someone who claims it’s too much, your body seems remarkably eager for more.”
Indeed, Robin’s inner muscles clenched around him like a silken vise, the tight channel massaging Darius’ length with each stroke. The boy’s body was a marvel of contradictions—innocent yet wanton, resistant yet welcoming. Each squeeze threatened to rob Darius of his control, yet he refused to succumb. Not when Robin’s pleasure was such an exquisite sight to behold.
He varied his grip on Robin’s cock, alternating between firm strokes and teasing touches, his thumb occasionally swiping across the sensitive tip. Robin’s reaction was immediate and profound—his back arching off the floor, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as his first release hit him with the force of a storm. Hot seed spurted between them, painting their chests with evidence of his pleasure.
Yet Darius did not relent. If anything, the sight of Robin so thoroughly undone only fueled his desire to push the boy further.
“Did you think we were finished?” he asked, his voice a dark velvet caress as he continued to drive into Robin’s oversensitive body. “Oh no, my sweet. I intend to wring every drop of pleasure from you until you can’t remember your own name.”
“Your Grace,” Robin sobbed, his body trembling with aftershocks even as fresh waves of pleasure began to build. “I truly can’t—”
“You can,” Darius assured him, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust that had Robin seeing stars. “And you will. Your body knows what it wants, little bird. Let go. Trust me to catch you.”
Robin’s response was lost in a cry of pure ecstasy as Darius’ expert manipulation of his body sent him spiraling into another climax. The sight of him—flushed and desperate, tears of pleasure streaming down his cheeks as his body convulsed with release—was the most beautiful thing Darius had ever witnessed in his centuries of existence.
Still, Darius drove on, his pace becoming almost punishing in its intensity. Robin had long since lost the ability to form coherent words, reduced to breathless whimpers and broken cries of “Your Grace” that seemed torn from the depths of his soul. His body responded to every touch, every thrust, as if it had been crafted solely for Darius’ pleasure.
When the third climax hit, it took them both by surprise. Robin’s back arched like a drawn bow, his inner walls clenching with such force that Darius had to grit his teeth against his own release. The boy’s cock pulsed weakly between them, managing only a few precious drops this time, yet his pleasure seemed even more intense than before.
“Beautiful,” Darius growled, his control finally beginning to slip as he watched Robin shatter apart beneath him. “So perfect for me, so responsive…”
Robin could only sob in response, his body trembling like a leaf in a storm. His legs had long since lost their strength, but Darius held him steady, continuing his relentless assault on Robin’s senses. The boy’s inner walls fluttered and squeezed around him, a desperate rhythm that spoke of both overstimulation and building pleasure.
When the fourth release crashed through Robin, it was almost silent—his mouth open in a soundless scream, his eyes rolled back, and his entire body seized in ecstasy. The sight of him so thoroughly claimed, so completely undone, finally broke Darius’ iron control. With a growl that shook the very foundations of the room, he buried himself to the hilt and let go, filling Robin’s welcoming heat with pulse after pulse of his demonic seed.
As they both came down from their shared high, Darius pressed tender kisses to Robin’s tear-stained cheeks, his forehead, his trembling lips. The boy was barely conscious, lost in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.
When Robin finally managed to focus his eyes, they were glazed with a mixture of satisfaction and disbelief. “I think,” he whispered, his voice hoarse from crying out, “I’m going to die.”
Darius couldn’t help the rich chuckle that rumbled through his chest. “I won’t allow it,” he murmured, brushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair from Robin’s forehead. “Besides, my sweet little bird, I have so many more plans for our lovemaking.”
“More?” Robin’s eyes widened almost comically. “Your Grace, if this is just the beginning, I fear my fragile human body might not survive your… enthusiasm.”
“Trust me,” Darius purred, pressing a kiss to Robin’s temple as he gathered the trembling boy closer. “I’ll ensure you can handle everything I have to offer. After all, what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take proper care of my bride?”
Robin managed a weak laugh, nuzzling into the curve of Darius’ neck. “A less exhausting one, perhaps?”
“Ah, but where would be the fun in that?” Darius smiled against Robin’s hair, his heart swelling with an emotion he wasn’t quite ready to name.
Darius took a perverse pleasure in seeing the usually articulate Robin reduced to incoherent pleas and nonsensical protests. There was something innately satisfying about stealing the words right out of that clever mouth—but not nearly as satisfying as the act that had left Robin so deliciously boneless.
Yet even in his dazed state, Robin did not lose his penchant for sassing his new husband. Darius found himself irrationally eager to hear what witty quip those kiss-swollen lips would form next.
With a low chuckle, he lifted Robin into his arms, earning a startled squeak from the boy. Robin’s eyes, still glazed with satisfaction, regarded him with a mixture of hope and disappointment.
“Are we… finally going to bed now?” Robin asked, his voice tinged with both anticipation and a note of regret. Darius could see the desire for more—much more—burning in those vivid green eyes, even as the boy’s body trembled with exhaustion.
“Indeed, my little bird,” Darius replied, his voice laced with wry amusement. “But not just yet.” He carried Robin to a plush sofa nestled in a secluded corner of the room, settling the boy onto his lap with a gentleness that seemed at odds with his imposing stature.
Robin watched, eyes wide and lips parted, as Darius poured a generous measure of heady wine into two goblets and handed one to Robin. The wine kissed Robin’s lips, and Darius watched, entranced, as a stray droplet escaped, tracing a path down his chin, over the elegant column of his neck, and disappearing into his chest.
Darius leaned forward and followed the wine’s trail with his tongue, eliciting a shiver from Robin that vibrated through both their bodies. The boy squirmed against him, a delightful friction that stoked the embers of Darius’ desire back into flame.
“Your Grace, I swear, you’ll be the death of me if you continue to ravish me while I’m merely trying to refresh myself.”
Darius chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. “Consider it a husband’s prerogative,” he murmured, his eyes alight with mischief. He teased Robin’s wine-tinged nipples with his fingers, watching with satisfaction as the boy writhed beneath his touch, each lick and nip drawing forth moans that were music to the demon lord’s ears.
“Please, Your Grace,” Robin panted, his cheeks flushed with arousal. “A moment’s respite… just a moment…”
“As you wish,” Darius conceded, though the wicked glint in his eyes suggested he had no intention of allowing Robin to rest for long. He continued to tease and toy with the boy, his touches light and playful, designed to stoke the flames of Robin’s desire rather than quench them.
Soon, Darius could no longer resist the temptation. He positioned himself at Robin’s entrance, his cock aching with the need to claim what was now rightfully his. With a smooth, relentless thrust, he drove forward, burying himself to the hilt in that welcoming heat.
Robin threw his head back, a sharp cry escaping his throat. “Oh—” he began, his eyes glazing with pleasure.
With a growl, he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a ruthless rhythm that had Robin bouncing wildly atop him. The angle was just right, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep inside Robin that made his eyes roll back in ecstasy as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. Darius reveled in the feel of Robin’s tight heat enveloping him, meeting each downward motion with an upward surge that drove them both toward the precipice of pleasure. The exquisite sensation spurred him to increase his pace, his grip tightening on Robin’s hips as he guided their frenzied dance.
Darius went harder, faster, delighted in the way Robin’s body welcomed his. The boy’s cries filled the room—a beautiful melody of ecstasy that went straight to Darius’ head, more potent than the finest wine.
Robin met each of his thrusts with equal fervor, his legs locking around Darius’ waist as he bounced on the demon lord’s cock with abandon. “Oh, stars above,” he cried, his fingers digging crescents into Darius’ back. “Your Grace, don’t stop—”
Darius had no intention of stopping. He drove into Robin’s body with a primal need that threatened his carefully maintained control. The boy’s inner walls clenched rhythmically around him, massaging his length with scalding heat.
Robin’s cries grew increasingly incoherent as he hurtled toward another climax. His body trembled, slick with a mixture of their sweat, and his cock pulsed weakly between them, adding to the mess of their lovemaking.
“Come for me again, little bird,” Darius commanded, his voice harsh with his own rising desire. “Fly apart for me.”
Robin cried out, his body bowing as the pleasure tore through him. His seed spurted against Darius’ belly, but this time, there was no softness, no gentleness to their joining. This was raw and primal, a claiming in every sense of the word.
As Robin’s inner walls clenched around him, Darius felt his own release building like a storm. With a final, punishing thrust, he came, crying out hoarsely as he spilled himself deep inside that tight, silken heat.
Collapsing onto Robin’s heaving chest, Darius buried his face in the crook of the boy’s neck. The scent of their lovemaking, heady and intoxicating, filled his senses, yet even as Robin lay sated and boneless beneath him, the demon lord felt the stirrings of renewed desire. There was an insatiable hunger in him—a need to claim and reclaim, to stamp his essence upon every inch of Robin’s being.
With a low growl that resonated with unspent passion, he withdrew from the tight clasp of Robin’s body and scooped the boy into his arms. He positioned the boy against the plush armchair, its opulent upholstery now witness to their carnal dance. Without missing a beat, he resumed his fervent thrusts, claiming Robin’s body with a passion that burned hotter than the fires of his own infernal realm.
Robin’s legs instinctively wrapped around Darius’ waist, his body impaled on the demon lord’s thick, hard length. Darius gripped Robin’s hips firmly, holding him in place as he began to move with long deep strokes that had the boy burying his face against his neck to muffle his cries of ecstasy.
Darius marveled at Robin’s capacity for pleasure, taking a devilish delight in drawing out climax after climax from the pliant form beneath him. With each release that shook Robin’s slender frame, Darius felt an answering surge of satisfaction.
Robin’s body squeezed around him, the tight heat milking Darius’ cock with each thrust until he could hold back no longer. When he felt Robin’s body begin to quiver with yet another impending orgasm, Darius joined him in blissful release. With a final, shuddering thrust, Darius came, his hot seed filling Robin’s willing body as the boy’s own release painted their joined forms with streaks of pearly white.
But rest was not yet on the horizon. Darius was far from finished with his little bird.
Even as Robin’s body relaxed against his, the demon lord could feel the boy’s heart still pounding, the aftershocks of pleasure making his breath come in short, sharp gasps. There was a flush to his cheeks, and his lips were puffy and reddened from kisses and bites. He was a vision of wanton beauty—and Darius wanted more.
With an impish smirk tugging at his lips, Darius lifted Robin once more. This time he stood, planting his feet firmly on the cool floor as he held Robin aloft. The boy wrapped his legs around Darius’ waist in a viselike grip, trusting completely in the demon lord’s strength.
Darius plowed into Robin with deep, relentless strokes. Each one sent shivers through both their bodies and elicited muffled cries from Robin as he buried his face against Darius’ neck.
When Robin came again, it was with a fervor that painted Darius’ belly with streaks of warmth. The boy’s inner muscles clenched tightly around him in response, drawing forth Darius’ own climax as they stood locked together in passion’s embrace.
Not yet willing to part from the exquisite warmth of Robin’s body, Darius carried them to the bed. The boy was a boneless, sated mess, his eyes heavy with impending sleep.
But Darius wasn’t quite done.
He laid Robin down with care before lifting both of the boy’s legs over his shoulders, spreading him wide as he thrust once more into that tight, familiar heat. The new angle allowed for deeper penetration, and Darius set about lovingly fucking him once more—hot and hard.
Darius set a relentless pace, determined to leave his mark on Robin—both physically and emotionally. The boy was his now, and he wanted no doubt in Robin’s mind about that.
As dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, Darius released one final time inside Robin. The boy’s eyes drifted closed, and he fell asleep with Darius still buried deep inside him. The demon lord’s hand tweaked Robin’s nipples, drawing one last shudder from the sleeping boy before he released his seed, his final kiss a tender press of lips on Robin’s mouth. “Our lives together will certainly be an adventure,” he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of amusement and something softer. “I can hardly wait.”