(Warning: Even more empire-burning smut!)
Elian's POV
*****
It burned.
Every cell. Every nerve ending. Every muscle he struggled to keep control of—all of it burned like he was set ablaze.
His forehead trickled with so much sweat it blurred his vision. His mouth ached from how impossibly stretched it was getting as Lucian buried himself deeper into it.
And gods, his hole.
Sensations he's never experienced before exploded down there as Kyren slammed into him with renewed force.
Elian cried, falling face first on the pillow. Lucian hovered over him, his throbbing cock basically beckoning he continued sucking it. But he could barely think as he moaned into the pillow.
"H–Harder." He didn't know when the word slipped out. "F–Fuck. Harder, Kyren."
He felt the Rogue king's claws dig into his hips. He jerked from the sting until it slowly mixed with the pleasure.
