Free Web NovelChapter 388: Norx’s new fetish
Back in the guest suite, the atmosphere was thick with an entirely different, suffocating brand of tension.
Aurelian was pacing the room like a caged animal. He was still entirely naked, his long blonde hair disheveled, trailing past his shoulders as he walked a frantic, repetitive path across the heavy carpet.
His heart was hammering a maddening, violent rhythm against his ribs, the sound echoing in his own ears.
His jaw was locked tight, his thumb pressed aggressively between his teeth as he bit down restlessly on the skin, trying to use the sharp pinch of physical focus to stop his mind from spiraling completely out of orbit.
But it wasn’t working. How could it?
Alaric had seen him. His brother—the one person whose submission he had spent a lifetime trying to demand—had walked in and witnessed him completely stripped of his royal dignity, standing in a room that smelled rawly of a carnal storm.
It was a catastrophic, paralyzing humiliation.
"If you keep biting that thumb, you’re going to draw that pretty mortal blood of yours, shadow-chaser."
Aurelian’s feet came to a dead halt against the rug, a dangerous, volatile spike of malice flaring in his golden eyes.
"And what are you still doing here?"
Right in the center of the room, floating lazily a few feet in the air with his legs crossed comfortably, was Norx.
The fallen god of creation was resting his chin in his hand, his wild dark hair falling over his face as he watched the naked Emperor pace back and forth.
His crimson eyes were entirely relaxed, carrying a deep, probing curiosity as his gaze occasionally drifted downward, tracking the lines of Aurelian’s pale body until it landed directly on the Emperor’s limp cock.
Norx tilted his head, a genuinely puzzled, almost scientific look crossing his childishly petulant features.
He was honestly wondering how that exact thing had managed to enter him just hours prior, and it had been bigger than this.
It had driven so deep, forcing its way in and completely puncturing past his colon with a savage, unrelenting force.
The memory of it caused a sudden, phantom throb to ripple through the god’s lower abdomen.
In any case... it had been hot. It was a destructive, consuming pleasure that had thoroughly shattered his ancient senses.
He hadn’t known he was such a masochist until the Emperor’s large hands had clamped around his throat and forced him to take the absolute entirety of that dark frustration.
And strangely enough, he wanted to feel it again.
Aurelian noticed his directing and perverted gaze and furrowed his brows.
"Turn your eyes away from me, creature," he hissed, his voice a low, ragged snarl that trembled with raw fury. He grabbed his discarded cloak from the floor, throwing it over his shoulders to shield himself from the god’s probing, disrespectful stare. "You have ruined everything. My brother—"
"Your brother didn’t care," Norx interrupted easily, waving a hand dismissively in the air as he floated an inch higher. "Did you see his face? He looked like he just wanted to map out a strategic retreat from our bedroom baggage. Besides, I told you I wouldn’t tell anyone, and I didn’t. He’s just a nosy mortal who doesn’t know how to knock."
Aurelian’s eye twitched violently, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edges of the golden fabric around his chest.
The god was entirely unbothered, sitting in the air, covered in purple bruises and teeth marks, analyzing the mechanics of their carnal coupling while the entire imperial hierarchy was hanging by a thread.
The sovereign had never felt this thoroughly out of his depth, trapped in a room with a divine entity who had just unlocked the darkest, most savage cage in his soul.
Norx let out a soft, amused hum, shifting his posture in midair. With a slow, fluid rotation, he uncrossed his legs and allowed his bare feet to touch the carpet, his movements carrying a lazy, predatory grace.
He began to float closer, the torn fabric of his garments shifting slightly to reveal the fresh, angry purple rings around his neck and the dried bite marks on his collarbone.
Aurelian’s chest heaved, his instincts screaming at him to back away.
Every royal, defensive boundary he had left was flaring in panic, and he wanted nothing more than to flee the suffocating weight of this room.
He took a sharp step backward, his cloak billowing around his ankles, his eyes scanning the distance to the bathing chamber door.
But Norx was faster.
Before Aurelian’s feet could find traction for another retreat, the god closed the distance in a seamless, gravity-defying blink. He threw his physical weight forward, tackling the Emperor directly at the waist.
Thud.
The impact sent them both crashing down onto the heavy, thick carpet. Aurelian let out a sharp, breathless grunt as his back hit the floor, the wind knocked from his lungs.
In an instant, the fallen god scrambled upward, straddling Aurelian’s hips and pinning him flat against the ground under his full, deceptive mass.
"Going somewhere, shadow-chaser?" Norx whispered, a sharp, dangerous smirk cutting across his face.
Before Aurelian could swing his arms or force him off, Norx’s tanned hands shot down, wrapping with surprising, immovable strength around the Emperor’s wrists.
The deity pinned Aurelian’s hands flat against the carpet on either side of his blonde hair, effectively locking the sovereign in place.
Aurelian writhed beneath him, his jaw clenched to the point of pain, his golden eyes flashing with a chaotic, unbridled fury. "Get off me, Norx! I swear to the heavens, I will find a way to eradicate your very essence—"
"You’re still trying to rule me from the floor," Norx mocked softly, leaning down until his face was mere inches away, his crimson eyes wide and full of an intoxicating, wicked delight.
The heavy scent of burnt sugar and melted frost immediately filled Aurelian’s senses again, thick and inescapable.
"Look at how your heart is racing. You aren’t angry because I tackled you, Emperor." Norx claimed, his voice dropping into a slow whisper. "You’re terrified because you know exactly what kind of monster you become when I’m beneath you, and you desperately want to do it again."
"Shut up!" Aurelian hissed, his voice dropping into a dangerous, ragged whisper.
But even as the lethal denial left his lips, his body was already betraying his commands, responding to the raw, suffocating proximity of the entity with a terrifying autonomy.
Beneath the heavy fabric of the discarded cloak, his cock was rapidly hardening under Norx’s thighs. It grew solid and pressed directly against the god’s pinning weight, an unbidden confession of the dark desire still boiling in his veins.
Norx felt it instantly. A sharp, blinding wave of masochistic delight rushed through the god’s divine senses, completely clouding his vision with a euphoric haze.
His pupils dilated, turning his crimson eyes entirely dark as a soft, breathless gasp escaped his lips. His tanned face flushed a deep, beautiful crimson, his chest heaving heavily against the Emperor’s bare chest.
Without breaking eye contact, Norx deliberately loosened his grip on Aurelian’s wrists. Moving with a slow, heavy deliberation, he guided the Emperor’s large, pale hands upward, pressing the sovereign’s fingers firmly back against his own bruised, swollen throat.
"It doesn’t hurt," Norx breathed out, his voice a broken, trembling whisper that vibrated directly against Aurelian’s palms. He relaxed his airway completely, offering up his life force to the beast once more, a sick, ecstatic smirk returning to his lips. "So do it again."
