CHAPTER 115: _LOST YOUR DAMN MIND

(Warning: Slow-burning spice incoming. Clutch your imaginary pearls!)

Elian’s POV

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[DING! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission in record time. Then again, you being down bad for Kyren probably helped push you to it.]

[As I requested, his seduction and possessiveness bars are both at 100%! Your reward is a new ability: Bond resonance. More information on it will be explained after... Your entanglement. Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?]

Nope. Not a damn word.

Elian was too busy trying to stay sane enough not to pass out in his kiss with Kyren.

It had all happened so fast... One second, the system gave him a mission to push the rogue king’s seduction and possessiveness, the next, he tracked Kyren to this garden maze.

And now here he was, making out with him like the elixir of life was in his lips.

Suddenly, the black armour Kyren was clad in was a hindrance. Elian’s nails scraped at it, every squirm of his body begging for it to get off.

Kyren was no pushover either.

His right arm wrapped firmly around Elian’s waist, his left trailing up his shirt and then caressing his chest in an aggravating way that made Elian moan.

[DING! Alert! The host’s "rationality meter", if it even exists, has hit critical failure! In short... fruitcake, you’re cooked.]

Elian groaned against Kyren’s lips, half from the kiss, half from the system’s ridiculous commentary.

Couldn’t it just shut up for once?

But gods, Kyren wasn’t making anything easier.

His lips were hot, every press of his mouth making Elian’s body scream louder than his thoughts. That left hand of his—slowly brushing, teasing, playing with his chest like he had all the time in the world—was unfair.

Kyren pulled back just an inch, his smirk brushing Elian’s kiss-swollen lips.

"Did you just moan from a touch, little flame?"

Elian wanted to say something sarcastic, something that would wipe that smugness off his face... but another caress, just beneath his nipple, sent a shiver down his spine so violent he could only choke out:

"S–shut up..."

Kyren chuckled darkly, low and satisfied, before dragging his tongue across Elian’s lower lip. "Oh no, don’t shut me up now. I want to hear everything your body tries to say when your lips can’t keep up."

[DING! The rogue king has unlocked "toxic levels of confidence." Please evacuate immediately. Just kidding. You’re loving this, you shameless host.]

Elian gripped the sleek plates of Kyren’s armour, hating how unyielding it felt. He wanted skin and warmth, not polished metal that mocked him with every scrape of his nails.

He tugged, pulled, tried to undo it, but the damn thing didn’t budge.

And of course, Kyren eventually noticed.

"Frustrated already?" he whispered against Elian’s throat before nipping at the sensitive spot below his jaw.

A broken moan tore out of Elian, high and desperate.

"D–damn armour," he panted, pulling again.

Kyren’s laughter was pure sin, his fangs grazing Elian’s throat just enough to make him arch. "Ah, so it’s my armour you want off. I thought you were going to beg for me first."

"I don’t..." Elian gasped as Kyren’s hand suddenly slid lower, palming his throbbing erection through his trousers,

"... beg."

"Really?" Kyren murmured slyly. His palm pressed firmer, circling just enough to make Elian’s legs tremble. "Your body disagrees."

[DING! Host’s "pride meter" is currently at war with "horny meter." Spoiler alert: horny is winning by a landslide.]

Elian bit his lip so hard he tasted iron. The smug look on Kyren’s face made him want to punch him. Or kiss him harder. Or both.

Preferably both.

Kyren’s lips devoured his again, rougher this time. Their teeth clashed, tongues tangling like they were fighting and surrendering at once.

Every kiss felt like Kyren was trying to brand him and burn his soul into submission.

Elian couldn’t stop the moans spilling out, not when Kyren swallowed them greedily, not when his hands—gods, those hands—roamed his body like they owned it.

One was still firm at his waist, the other now sliding beneath his waistband, the fingertips dangerously low.

He gasped, his eyes wide, breaking the kiss just barely. "Kyren—"

"Yes, little flame?" Kyren purred, lips trailing down his throat, sucking at the spot that made Elian shiver violently.

"Th-this..." His words faltered, especially when Kyren’s teeth grazed his collarbone, sharp enough to promise a mark.

"This," Kyren echoed with a dangerous smirk, his free hand finally tugging at the straps of his armour slowly. "Is only the beginning."

Pieces of sleek black metal clattered to the marble ground, one after another, as Kyren stripped himself of the armour that separated them.

He moved like a predator undressing in ritual, every piece falling away revealing more of the man beneath... tall, lean but muscular and carved from shadow and desire.

Elian’s breath hitched.

He wanted to look away, pretend he wasn’t staring, but he couldn’t. The mate bond pulsed inside him, insistent, molten, making his heart race.

Kyren noticed his gaze.

"Eyes up here, little flame," he teased, tilting Elian’s chin with two fingers, forcing him to meet those burning eyes. "Don’t worry... you’ll get your fill soon."

[Breaking news: armour is officially off. Viewer discretion advised. Also, the host’s self-control has left the chat.]

Elian surged forward, kissing him again, this time feral, needy and nothing like the shy hesitation from before. He pushed Kyren back until the rogue king’s back hit the hedge wall of the garden maze.

Leaves rustled, birds scattered, but Elian didn’t care.

He bit Kyren’s lower lip, pulling until the man growled low in his throat.

"Who’s begging now?" Elian whispered, though his voice trembled from desire.

Kyren’s red eyes glowed, predatory and amused. "You are. You just don’t realise it yet."

His hands moved with brutal precision, gripping Elian’s hips, pulling him flush against him. The friction made Elian cry out, his head dropping to Kyren’s shoulder.

The rogue king chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against Elian’s skin. "That’s it, little flame. Let go. Don’t fight what you are with me."

Every kiss, every touch, every pull dragged Elian deeper into something primal, something that the system could joke about all it wanted but couldn’t deny: Elian was unravelling, and Kyren was the only one who could put him back together.

[Oh, fruitcake... You’ve finally lost your damn mind if you’re seriously going to get down with the rogue king HERE. But oh well, ... Carry on, horny little gremlin.]

And as more of Kyren’s armour clattered away, Elian’s hands clawed desperately at him like a man starved, his lips curling into the faintest smirk as his hands roamed the rogue king’s chest before sliding down to his nether regions.