The following days were a study in mutual obsession disguised as simple, plain hatred.
Theron walked the halls of the palace like a man composed of glass, like he didn't just get fucked two nights in a row. Every step sent a jolt of soreness through his hips, a constant, physical reminder of Kael's weight onto his. He dressed in the stiffest, highest collars the royal tailor could provide, the fabric chafing against the raw bite marks on his neck. He avoided his wife's gaze, her presence a stinging indictment of his own depravity. During council meetings, he found himself staring at his own hands, imagining them bunched in Kael's hair. He wasn't thinking about politics, he was thinking about the way his hole felt.. so stretched out, sensitive, and pulsing for the very man he claimed to want dead everytime his eyes landed on his face. He was becoming a stranger to himself, his royal duty a thin veil over a churning sea of filth.
Kael's isolation had been mitigated by a new routine. A silent guard now brought him three meals a day.. actual food, not scraps. But Kael barely tasted it. He spent his time in a state of physical hyperactivity as he try to avoid his thoughts. He worked out until his muscles shook, yet his mind was still a loop of Theron's moans. He would lay on the bed, staring at the door, his heart hammering every time he heard a distant sound. He told himself he was just waiting for the chance to kill the Prince with his own hands, but his body knew the truth. He was waiting for the only person who made his blood boil and his pulse race.
Late the next night, Theron returned. He didn't come in his royal doublet like usual. He arrived with damp hair, smelling of lavender and expensive soap, wrapped in a heavy silk robe that barely covered his bruised frame. In his arms, he carried a bundle of fresh tunics and trousers for kael once again.
He threw the clothes onto the table without a word. Kael was already standing, his chest bare once again, his eyes tracking Theron's every move as he approached him.
"You look like you're ready for bed, little princess." Kael taunted, his voice a low, lethal vibration. "Did you come down here to get tucked in?"
"Shut up." Theron snapped, his eyes flashing. "I came to finish what you started."
They didn't waste time with words. The hate was the foreplay. They collided in the center of the room, Kael tearing the robe off Theron's shoulders, throwing it onto the ground as his hands immediately moved down his body, finding the Prince's hips.
Kael shoved Theron chest down onto the bed, pinning his wrists with one hand while the other pulled his ass up. It was rough, fast, and filled with the usual vitriol. Kael didn't waste time, Theron was ready by getting stretched out two nights in a row and so he hammered into him from behind, his cock hitting Theron's walls with a wet slap. "You're so wet for me tonight, Theron," Kael hissed, his teeth grazing Theron's ear as he leans down to press his chest against his back. "Is this what a prince looks like? Face down in the dirt for a prisoner's cock?"
Theron groaned into the pillow, hiding his face, his voice a jagged ruin. "I'm just using you.. you're nothing but a tool.. ah!... fuck... deeper!"
He moaned out into the pillow and Kael complied, Theron didn't last five minutes before cumming with a few more thrusts from Kael, nails digging into the mattress as he pushes his hips shakily back to meet the rough thrusts. Kael free hand spanked Theron's ass and moved to wrap around his leaking cock, stroking it and dragging his orgasm out.
"Really? It feels that good to have your ass pounded, huh?" Kael taunted him with a groan, and Theron simply cussed him breathlessly. even though he himself couldn't hold back by how tightly Theron's hole was wrapped around his length, he finished with a violent shudder, Kael emptying himself into Theron with a guttural roar. But this time, the fire didn't die out quickly for Kael.
Instead of pulling away, he felt a surge of something he couldn't name. He flipped Theron onto his back like he weighed nothing, his eyes fixed on the Prince's flushed, sweat-slicked face. He grabbed Theron's legs, pinning them wide open on either side of his own hips. Theron's knees were pushed almost to his shoulders, his hole exposed and pulsing, raw from the rough pounding.
Kael got on his knees between Theron's legs. He reached down, grabbing Theron's hips and lifting them off the bed, pulling the Prince's lower body firmly into his lap. He didn't hesitate. He buried his cock in one sudden, rough slam, driving himself so deep he felt the thud against Theron's internal organs.
"Oh... God," Theron gasped, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.
Kael began to fuck him with a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm. Each thrust was a hammer blow. He'd pull out almost all the way before slamming back in fully. Suddenly, Kael hit a specific spot a hidden nerve deep inside that made Theron's entire body seize.
A sound escaped Theron that wasn't a moan or an insult. It was a high, thin sob of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Aah!!"
Kael froze. He stopped moving, his cock buried to the hilt inside the Prince. They stared at each other in absolute silence. For the first time, the hate wasn't the loudest thing in the room. Theron's eyes were wide in shock at his own reaction, brimming with tears, his mouth hanging open as he struggled to breathe. The pleasure was so intense it was frightening him.
Kael's gaze dropped to Theron's stomach in that instant. Through the pale, stretched skin, he could see the slight, terrifying bulge of his own cock moving inside the Prince at that angle. The sight shattered Kael's composure.
He started to move again straight away, but the silence remained. No insults. No venom. Just the sound of their bodies.. the wet, squelching slide of Kael's length in Theron's over stimulated and filled with cum hole, the frantic sounds grunting of Kael's exertion.
Kael leaned down, his face inches from Theron's. Theron lips parted as if hes encouraging Kael's thoughts and he tilts his head up slightly to brush his bottom lip against Kael's top lip. And just like that, for the first time, their lips met. It wasn't a battle, it was a desperate, hungry fusion. Their tongues moved against each other with a frantic needy moans and groans, the taste of their mutual hate filled obsession fueling the fire. Kael lips traveled, he began to kiss the sensitive skin of Theron's neck, his mouth moving down to lick and suck at Theron's nipples, his tongue rough and demanding as he rubs it against his sensitive skin.
Theron began to sob openly, shamelessly, lips wet and wide open from the kiss, his hips jerking involuntarily against Kael's lap. The pleasure was too much, it was reaching his guts, making his head light and his body weak. "Kael! ah.. Kael.. mmmgh... what are you... doing to me..."
Kael didn't answer. Hearing him say his name for the first time, no.. he was moaning it, made him bite down onto his nipple while he just kept slamming into that spot to drag out more of those sounds, his eyes fixed on Theron's face, taking in every tear, every seizure of pleasure. He was dominating not just Theron's body, but his very soul and Theron was taking it without a fight.
This time, the orgasm hit them both like a physical death. Theron's body went rigid, his back arching so high only his head and heels touched the bed. He cried out Kael's name so loudly, a long, shattered wail that echoed and rang through the dungeon, his release hitting his own chest in thick, white arcs. Kael followed a second later at the way his name was screamed out loud, his cock reaching so deep it felt like it was filling Theron's very core, his body shaking with a power that left him lightheaded.
They stay there for a long time in the silence, Kael still buried inside Theron, their chests heaving in unison. The hate was still there.. of course it was, but it was now irrevocably bound to a pleasure so deep it had left them both ruined.
Theron's sobs slowly turned into shaky breaths as he tried to keep his wet eyes open. He looked up at Kael, his face a mess of tears and sweat. "I... I hate you.. so fucking much." he whispered, his voice broken and small.
Kael leaned down, his forehead resting against Theron's, dark eyes locked onto his teary blurry one intensely. "I know," he rasped. "I hate you more."
But the silence following that shared confession didn't bring peace, it brought a secondary, more volatile ignition. Kael, still buried deep inside the Prince, looked down at Theron's shattered state.. not tearing his eyes away or his forhead from his, the tear streaked face, the swollen lips, the way his chest hitched in pathetic, post coital sobs still.
Seeing the royal heir so thoroughly unmade, so completely colonized by his own animalistic needs, didn't soften Kael. It fed a dark, sadistic hunger he hadn't known he possessed. The sight of Theron's utter submissiveness was a taunt he wanted more of.
"You're not done." Kael growled, his voice a jagged, terrifying rasp.
Before Theron could even draw a breath to protest, Kael's hands clamped onto the Prince's thighs like iron manacles. Without withdrawing, Kael began to hammer back into him with a sudden, localized violence.
"N-no! Kael, wait—" Theron's voice broke into a high pitched shriek as the guard's cock slammed back into that over stimulated spot repeatedly. "Stop! Please! it's too much—ah!.. I can't... mmmgh!"
Theron began to thrash. He was begging. His body, pushed far beyond its physical limits, went into a state of sensory overload. He tried to scramble back toward the headboard, his heels digging into the mattress, his hands clawing at the sheets to pull himself away from the relentless, rhythmic destruction of his insides.
But Kael didn't allow an inch of retreat. He lunged forward, his massive weight pinning Theron flat against the bed. He grabbed Theron's wrists and pinned them onto his own chest with one hand, using the other to shove the Prince's legs even wider, until the joints creaked.
"Running away, Highness?" Kael taunted, his face hovering inches above Theron's, his eyes twin storms of predatory intent. "I thought you were the master of this cage. You don't get to leave until I've taken every last scream you have left."
Kael accelerated. Each thrust was an aggressive, wet, heavy thud that rattled Theron's teeth. The Prince was truly losing his mind, cum was dripping down his hole with each thrusts, the pleasure had crossed the threshold into a form of exquisite agony. He was sobbing loudly and openly now, his head tossing from side to side, eyes closed tightly with his mouth hanging open in a silent, jagged wail.
"Make it stop! ah!... Kael, fuck please.. I'm going to- fuck! my guts.. you're hitting my.. nnnngh!" Theron's entire frame began to seizure, his back arching so violently once again, it looked like his spine might snap. His hips jerked in a frantic, involuntary rhythm, trying to escape the sensation even as his body tightened greedily around Kael's cock deep inside of him, not letting him go.
"Shit- You're so tight." Kael hissed, his teeth bared in a feral grin. He watched the visible bulge of his cock sliding in and out of Theron's lower abdomen still, a sight that drove his own arousal to a lethal peak. "You're fucking crying, Theron. Look at you. The great Prince of the Realm, begging a prisoner to stop because he can't handle being fucked like the slut he is."
"I— I can't.. fuck!" Theron's eyes rolled back into his head completely, showing only the whites it's his lashes wet and fluttering. He was no longer speaking words, he was just a vessel for the sounds of a man being systematically dismantled. A long shaky whine escaping his throat with each slam.
Kael showed no mercy. He shifted his grip, grabbing Theron's hips and lifting them so high that the Prince was folded nearly in half as he adjusts his own body to drill deeper into him. He drove into him with a final, desperate aggression, burying his cock to the absolute root, his balls slapping against Theron's bruised skin with a percussive sound.
"Eyes on me, Theron. Watch me finish in you." Kael commanded, his voice a low roar dripping with feral dominance. "Feel what it's like to be completely full of the man you hate."
Theron let out one last, shattered scream but his eyes did lock onto Kael's just like he was ordered, watching him with his nails dived deep into his palms, he lets out a sound of pure, unrefined surrender as his body finally gives up. He slumped back against the bed, his muscles twitching in a violent aftershock as Kael emptied himself deep inside, the force of the release making Theron's stomach ripple. He was so full and stuffed, he couldn't breathe.
"Fuck.. fuck." Kael breathed out and collapsed on top of him with a grunt of pleasure, his sweat dripping onto Theron's chest. For several minutes, neither moved. The only sound was the jagged, desperate gasps for air from Theron who was still quietly sobbing under him, his body occasionally jerking from the residual electricity of the climax. He looked completely erased, a shell of a man, covered in sweat, spit, and his own enemy's release between his legs and inside of him.
Kael pulled out slowly, the wet sound of it echoing in the silence. He looked down at Theron, and for a split second, the hate wavered, replaced by a dark, obsessive possessiveness that was even more dangerous. He leaned down and pressed his hips to the prince ear. Each one of his hands keeping him up on the side of Theron's head.
"You're not going anywhere yet, Theron." Kael whispered into the Prince's ear, his voice a cold, terrifying promise.
Theron didn't even have the strength to reply this time. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling with vacant, blurry eyes, while the silence of the dungeon swallowed them both.
Theron lay as broken breaths and shattered nerves. His chest rose and fell in jagged, shallow hitches, the air in the cell tasting of salt and the heavy, metallic tang of their shared exertion. He had come three times, each more violent than the last and his body was currently a map of localized tremors. His thighs were slick, his hole was a throbbing, over stimulated ache, and the mental fog was so thick that the sharp edges of his hatred had temporarily softened into a dazed, a sensory overloaded hum. For a few flickering moments, he wasn't a Prince or a husband, he was just a collection of pulsing nerves, utterly undone by the man looming over him still.
Kael watched him with the cold, calculating hunger of a wolf that had found the soft underbelly of its prey. He wasn't satisfied. Not with the sight of Theron's limp, shaking frame that didn't evoke pity, it sparked a fresh wave of sadistic heat in his gut instead. He wanted to see how far the Prince's sanity could stretch before it snapped entirely. He wanted to reach into the very center of Theron's being and leave his fingerprints there.
"You're not going to sleep yet, Highness." Kael rasped, his voice a low vibration.
Kael moved with a sudden, predatory efficiency. He didn't let Theron recover. He grabbed the Prince's arms and dragged him upward, maneuvering his limp, sweat drenched body until Theron was positioned between Kael's spread legs. Kael leaned his own broad back against the iron bedframe, the cold metal biting into his spine, and pulled Theron's torso back against his chest.
It was a position of absolute, crushing intimacy they never shared since their hate affair started. Kael's muscular thighs pinned Theron's legs wide open, the Prince's heels dragging uselessly on the mattress as he was forced into a state of total exposure. Kael's left hand shot up, his fingers coiling around Theron's throat, not to choke him, but to tilt his head back at an agonizing, vulnerable angle.
Theron's eyes were glassy, dazed and weak, his head lolling back against Kael's shoulder as they stared at each other from an upside down perspective. Before Theron could even moan a protest, Kael crashed his mouth down onto his.
It was a deep, invasive kiss, a total reclamation of Theron's breath. Their tongues fought for dominance in a frantic, wet dance, the taste of salt and desperate need filling their mouths. While he kept the kiss locked, Kael's right hand reached down, his fingers were thick, calloused, and stained with the night's work sliding into Theron's over sensitized hole, for the first time letting it wrap around his fingers.
Theron's muffled scream was swallowed by the deep kiss. His body bolted, his back arching as he tried to escape the intrusion, but Kael's grip on his throat held him in place fast. Kael didn't use finesse, he used friction and force. He began to finger Theron with a brutal pace, his fingers curling upward to find that abused, swollen spot that had already brought the Prince to the brink of madness.
"Mmmgh! Hmpf!" Theron's cries were strangled, vibrating against Kael's lips. His hands flew up, his fingers clawing at Kael's arms, but his strength was gone. He could only shake, his entire frame vibrating with a pleasure so intense it felt like a seizure.
Kael didn't break the kiss. He leaned into it, his tongue exploring every inch of Theron's mouth while his fingers hammered away at the Prince's inner walls. He wanted Theron to drown in him. He wanted the Prince to feel the sheer, masculine weight of him in every orifice.
Theron was crying again now, the tears leaking from the corners of his eyes and running into his hair as his head was held back sharply. His cock, untouched and weeping, stood turgid against his stomach, but the climax wasn't coming from there. It was coming from the root of him.. from the sheer, unrelenting abuse of his prostate with Kael's big, thick fingers.
The Prince's body went into a full blown convulsion. He came for the fourth time without a hand ever touching his length, a thick, desperate release that splattered against his own ribs as he wailed into Kael's mouth. "Mmmmngh!!" His hips bucked frantically, his hole clenching around Kael's fingers in a so tightly in a needy spasm that lasted for an eternity.
And Kael didn't let go. He kept his fingers moving, kept his mouth locked onto Theron's, forcing the Prince to endure the hyper sensitivity of the aftershock. He didn't break the kiss until Theron's body finally went slack against his, the Prince's eyes rolling back as he slipped into a state of near unconsciousness, his breathing a series of broken, wet rattles, cheeks glistening with tears.
Kael finally pulled his mouth away, a long string of saliva connecting them for a heartbeat before it snapped. He looked down at the Prince's face that looked back at him, ruined, covered in tears, and utterly claimed.
"Oh fuck.. Look at you." Kael whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of loathing and pride. "You're a devastating mess for me, Theron."
Theron couldn't even mutter a hate filled retort. He just lay there in Kael's lap, his legs still pinned wide, his chest heaving as he tried to remember how to be a Prince again after this. But the cell was silent now, the only sound they could hear was the drumming of their hearts against the stone walls.