Free Web NovelChapter 389: You pathetic, broken thing [18+]
Aurelian’s fingers instinctively twitched, his palms memorizing the rapid, desperate leaping of the god’s pulse beneath his touch.
The sheer, unyielding submission of a primordial force—begging to be broken, begging to be choked into silence just to satisfy the rot in the Emperor’s soul—shattered the last shred of his royal discipline.
A feral, sadistic thrill exploded in Aurelian’s chest once again, and before his intellect could stop him, his fingers closed tightly around Norx’s neck, squeezing with a brutal, crushing force that immediately cut off the god’s breath.
The sound that broke the silence was a choked, pathetic gasp, swallowed down into the god’s throat as Aurelian’s knuckles went stark white.
Aurelian didn’t just squeeze; he used his leverage from the floor to pin Norx’s upper body down while his own hips arched upward, driving the rigid length of his cock directly into the god’s pulsing hole through their ruined garments.
The sheer, unvarnished beastiality of it returned in a single, volatile heartbeat.
He hated this creature, he despised the lack of control, and yet the absolute vulnerability of a primordial force begging to be strangled into submission was an aphrodisiac too dense for his human ego to resist.
"You pathetic, broken thing," Aurelian rumbled, his voice dropping into that terrifyingly dark, flat register as he watched Norx’s crimson eyes roll back slightly.
Dark, iridescent veins immediately began to branch out around the god’s eyelids, a clear sign that his divine essence was scrambling under the suffocating pressure.
Norx couldn’t answer, but his hips twitched violently, grinding down against Aurelian’s hard cock with a frantic, desperate rhythm.
The desire to conquer flowing through his veins had completely turned on him, translating the brutal restriction around his neck into a heavy, pooling ache between his thighs.
He was squirming, his legs locking tightly around the Emperor’s waist to pull him closer, demanding the very destruction Aurelian was dealing out.
Aurelian’s sadistic thrill reached a fever pitch. With a sudden, heavy surge of strength, he flipped their positions once more, slamming Norx flat onto his back against the thick carpet while keeping one hand clamped around his windpipe.
With his free hand, he brutally ripped the remaining fabric away, exposing the god’s slick, trembling hole to the cold morning air before positioning his cock at the entrance again.
"You wanted the monster, Norx?" Aurelian hissed, his golden eyes flashing with a chaotic, unbridled malice as he stared down at the flushed, ruined face of the deity. "Then don’t you dare close your eyes."
With a single, savage thrust, he buried himself to the absolute root, forcing his way deep inside without a shred of gentleness.
Norx’s back arched violently off the floor, a strangled, high-pitched choking sound tearing from his locked throat as his fingers clawed blindly into the carpet.
The fullness was staggering, an immense, hot friction that hit his internal walls with a devastating, blunt force.
But even as his divine senses shattered into a chaotic fog, the wicked, triumphant smirk never entirely left his glazed crimson eyes—he had successfully chained the Emperor to his own carnal rot, keeping the beast entirely contained within the four walls of this room.
You love this, don’t you? Watching me break. I’ll make sure you can think of nothing more than this thrill as I continuously feed on your darkness. The thought swirled through Norx’s fracturing consciousness like an intoxicating poison.
He could feel the raw, predatory velocity of Aurelian’s thoughts—the sheer, unbridled malice and the desperate need to assert dominance over a god.
And it was delicious.
Every heavy, brutal thrust that rocked his body against the floor wasn’t just a physical assault; it was a feast of raw, unfiltered human depravity, and Norx was drinking it down to the very dregs.
Aurelian noticed the glazed, utterly unbothered triumph lingering in those crimson eyes, and it drove him into a frenzy.
He tightened his grip on Norx’s throat, his fingers digging in until the skin beneath his palms throbbed violently with the god’s restricted pulse.
"Look at me," Aurelian commanded, his voice a ragged, animalistic growl that completely lacked his usual imperial majesty. "Look at what you’ve reduced yourself to. A vessel for my filth."
Norx let out a wet, strangled gasp, his hips twitching upward involuntarily, meeting the savage rhythm with a desperate, frantic energy of his own.
His fingernails tore into the carpet, his knees locking around Aurelian’s waist to keep the Emperor deep within his burning core.
He didn’t care about the bruises, the biting, or the suffocating pressure around his windpipe. In this moment, under the crushing weight of the sovereign, he was exactly what his ancient soul craved—the epicenter of a beautiful, ruinous storm.
The boundaries of the room dissolved into a chaotic haze of heat, friction, and the dark, rhythmic thudding of their bodies clashing against the floor.
Aurelian was relentless, driven by a terrifying, euphoric high as he pursued the absolute breaking point of the entity beneath him, completely unaware that with every strike, he was pinning himself deeper into the god’s inescapable trap.
Aurelian kept thrusting his cock into Norx, like he was blinded by the pleasure he got from dominating the god and controlling him.
He was clear minded but at the same time, he felt like he was drunk. He couldn’t stop moving his hips, and he loved it so much that it was a problem. He loved the feeling of his hand closing in around the god’s neck, watching him struggle.
The thudding of their bodies against the floor began to slow, the frantic tempo of Aurelian’s bloodlust finally reaching its breaking point.
His muscles locked, a low, animalistic groan vibrating deep within his chest as he delivered a final, devastating thrust that buried him to the absolute root of the god’s trembling hole.
Norx’s eyes snapped wide, his arched spine freezing in midair as his airway was completely cut off by Aurelian’s white-knuckled grip.
The iridescent veins around his temples flared with blinding intensity, pulsing rapidly as the thick wave of the Emperor’s semen flooded inside him, pooling deep within his shattered colon.
A muffled, completely fractured cry died in his locked throat, his fingers going entirely limp against the ruined carpet as his divine consciousness dissolved into a state of sheer, overstimulated paralysis.
For several minutes, the only sound in the suffocatingly hot room was the ragged, agonizingly heavy breathing of the Emperor.
Aurelian slowly collapsed forward, his sweaty forehead resting against the junction of Norx’s shoulder.
His large hand remained loosely draped over the god’s throat, feeling the frantic, erratic leap of the pulse beneath the heavily bruised skin.
The euphoric high that had consumed his mind was rapidly evaporating, leaving behind a cold, hollow void of absolute exhaustion.
Beneath him, Norx lay perfectly still, his chest heaving shallowly as air slowly trickled back into his lungs. The glazed, triumphant smirk on his flushed face had softened into a dazed, heavy-lidded stare.
The trap had been successful; he had absorbed the absolute worst of the Emperor’s doomsday malice, anchoring the beast firmly to his own flesh.
"Get... off..." Norx finally croaked out, his voice practically non-existent, reduced to a dry, agonizingly raspy whisper from the prolonged strangulation.
He weakly nudged Aurelian’s shoulder with his knee, though his legs were still trembling too violently to find any real leverage. "You weigh... a ton... shadow-chaser."
Aurelian didn’t offer a witty retort or a sharp threat. The sheer energy required to maintain his imperial mask had been thoroughly spent.
He pulled his cock out of Norx’s hole with a low, disgruntled grunt, sliding onto the carpet beside him without a single shred of his usual fluid grace.
He pulled the edge of his discarded golden cloak over his chest, rolling onto his side to face away from the deity. His eyelids felt like lead, the physical and emotional toll of the double-header completely draining the sovereign of his faculties.
"If you speak... another word..." Aurelian muttered into the darkness of his forearm, his voice faint and utterly spent, "I will ensure... the curtain never rises."
"Too tired... to argue..." Norx mumbled back, his eyes already fluttering shut as the deep, heavy exhaustion of the carnal aphrodisiac pulled him under.
He didn’t bother fixing his posture or floating back into the air, simply curling up on the ruined carpet like a discarded doll, his dark hair shielding his bruised face.
Within moments, the heavy, rhythmic silence of a deep sleep reclaimed the master suite, both the Emperor and the fallen god completely passed out on the floor, utterly defeated by the very storm they had created.
