In the dim glow of his private chamber, Nicias leaned back in his chair, his silver eyes cold as the crystal ball flickered with Luis’s troubled expression. The crown prince’s voice cracked through the connection, raw with frustration.
"Lust… what is it, Nicias?"
Nicias studied the orb, his voice smooth and detached. "Lust is hunger—an ache to possess, to claim, without care for consequence. It burns, consumes, and leaves nothing but ruin."
Luis’s brow furrowed. "So… I’m lusting for a side villain. Not Lillie?" His voice wavered, uncertain.
Nicias smirked. "It’s not just lust, Luis. It’s power. It’s fear. A dragon craves dominance, but أنت refuses to bow."
Luis clenched his fists. "What are you suggesting?"
"That your obsession is beyond desire," Nicias murmured. "It is the terror of losing control. And yet, you can’t stop."
Luis growled, gripping the orb tighter. "I won’t be swayed by this. My destiny lies with Lillie—not with chaos."
Nicias’s smirk deepened. "Pawns become queens, Luis. And أنت is no mere pawn."
—
Elsewhere, in the hush of Xiular’s chamber, desire had already shattered restraint.
Xiular was huffing his breath visible in the cold of his chamber. His eyes rolled back as they soon locked back to you, his arms still kept around your hips.
"Haaa-ahh,"
Xiular soon went down pressing himself against your back, his thick cock continuing to penetrate you.
"أنت. . please. . please kiss me, please please"
Xiular cold, emotionless persona broke as he needed you so badly. .and he was tired pretending he never had.
