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Donghyuck had seen Mark in the heat of battle where he accompanied the king of Myrddin to the battlefield not only as his consort but also as the court physician and skilled knight. It took countless heated arguments, angry sexes, and a lot of pleading for the king to finally let his consort into the battlefield. Donghyuck had been training to fight along with one of the best knights in Myrddin even before he became the court physician. He wanted to protect his king and be there when something happened so he could treat him right away.
When they were on the battlefield, the king never failed to mesmerize him. The way his hair swept by the wind and blood splattered both his face and his blade as he gracefully danced across the battlefield, sword a mere extension of his arms, and movement as light as the wind. He was beautiful, Donghyuck never forgot to tell his king and openly showed his admiration.
Mark Lee, the king of Myrddin, was like a vengeful warrior-angel from the old legends. He used brute strength to strike men and knights, his power reverberated from armored skin. He was simply a force of nature.
Mark had always been gentle and respectful but Donghyuck unabashedly worshiped his wild, raw, and untamed sides. Sometimes when he had the chance to follow the king into the battlefield and their kingdom managed to win the battle, Mark would take Donghyuck inside their tent and had him his ways. The king was still high from the victory of the battle, blood-lust still singing in his veins and his cock was hard as he roughly manhandled Donghyuck into the bed and demanded things of his consort that the latter would be more than willing to do for him.
Today was one of those days where the king had lost his composure and wasn’t as collected as he usually appeared. The kingdom was being ambushed by the army from the North in the middle of the day. Mark was furious and he along with his men and best knights of Myrddin slaughtered them all. He was merciless; cold, murderous eyes, ruthless blows, and unforgiving slashes. When the battle was over, Mark stood firmly on his ground with his chin up and his shoulders squared. He won the battle, obviously.
Mark turned to Donghyuck as soon as he defeated the last enemy, his armor still strewn across his skin with blood peppering it like morbid freckles. The king consort could see how breathy and furious his king was and he knew that the latter needed him right now.
“Let’s go back to our chamber, cariad.”
Mark and Donghyuck left after they gave instructions to others to clear out the ground and take care of the injured ones. As soon as they entered the chamber, Mark growled at Donghyuck, all dominance and power, and the king consort could see in the dark of his eyes how this would play out.
The king stripped off his bulky armor and chainmail first and he pulled Donghyuck’s armor off him and the rest of his clothes, ripping them with such intensity that his cock hardened at the show of strength before throwing his body into the bed. Mark’s arms circled Donghyuck, drawing him closer as their mouths came together. Their kisses were urgent and lustful, like ravenous animals who had been starved for too long. Their tongues searched and delved, and Donghyuck made noises at the back of his throat, sinfully deep and full of longing and pleasure. Mark kissed his consort feverishly as if channeling his anger through furious and hard clasps around Donghyuck’s hips and throat that would leave bruises for days.
Mark’s hand moved lower, around his ass, and mercilessly squeezed them before giving them light slaps. Donghyuck shuddered and arched into his king, moaning and grabbing at his back and arms.
Mark kissed the corner of Donghyuck’s lips as his oil-coated fingers touched his consort’s wet entrance, lightly tracing the puckered hole. “Cariad, my cariad.”
Donghyuck threw his head back and his lips fell open to let out a loud moan as Mark pressed three fingers inside him. The heat of the battle had slowly dissipated and Mark’s muscles were still tight but his strength was still as strong as ever and his legs were as steady as horse and his hands still gripped like they were clasping his sword. Mark fucked Donghyuck’s hole with his fingers like that, his consort arching off the bed with his legs spreading wide, completely under his king’s mercy. Mark smirked at him and Donghyuck shivered in delight because it wasn’t his usual playful and bright grin. It was dark and dangerous but it made Donghyuck want him more, his body screaming for more. The king didn’t say much and instead, he allowed his fingers and tongues and lips and bodies to do the talking, each body instinctively knowing where to bed, where to press, where to fuck, and where to flex.
“A-ah!” Donghyuck keened as Mark kept thrusting his fingers, wrecking his insides and making his whole body tremble under his touch. “My king, please. Please, I need you. I need more.”
Donghyuck trembled and clutched at Mark’s arms when he felt his mouth wetly rasp his neck as he thrust his heavy cock inside Donghyuck.
“ Oh! ” the noise was involuntary, something ripped from him in the heat of the moment as Mark’s cock pushed him to the hilt, pressing the bundle of nerves inside him with a powerful thrust. Mark made a pleased purr against the base of his throat as he buried his face in Donghyuck’s neck, his tongue licking devilishly at the alabaster skin that was so very markable. His consort’s feverish skin was damp and salty, its fragrance of trueheart flowers mingled with his own scent almost too dizzying to breathe.
“Cariad,” Mark hummed, his mouth full of the taste of Donghyuck’s scent. His blood pumping furiously through his veins and his breath turned labored as he pounded his hips up at Donghyuck, yanking his consort’s hips down to meet his lunges. He hit the end of him with every deep thrust, stroking over and over the sensitive spot inside him.
Donghyuck was shaking, trying to hold himself up with the little strength he had left. He was a good fighter but he was built differently than Mark. His energy wasn’t as immense as the king’s.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Donghyuck moaned louder, tears spilling out of his beautiful eyes. “Please, please. I’m almost there.”
Mark leaned down and pressed his lips against the shell of Donghyuck’s ears, panting into his sensitive skin there. Donghyuck clenched around Mark eagerly, making the king groan deep in his chest.
“My cariad, come for me so I can fill you with my seed until there’s no room left,” Mark whispered as he kept gliding in and out. They were dripping with sweat, their skin hot and slicked together, their chest heaving for air. “Until a new life is blooming inside you.”
“Yes, yes!” Donghyuck writhed beautifully beneath his king, rocking his hips down to meet Mark’s thrusts. A wanton wave of pleasure got him quivered in bliss, his toe curling. “Fill me up, please. Please. I want to have your children.”
Mark growled and thrust deep, rolling his hips with sharp and clean movements as he always did on the battlefield. Donghyuck sniffled, more tears spilling out of his eyes, and his moans sent a vibration through their bodies. Mark’s hand squeezed his ass cheeks, lifting him into a deft roll of his hips. The power of Mark’s body as he pounded into him, the force with which he drove his cock into him, in and out, had Donghyuck quivering on the verge again. A few more thrusts and Donghyuck came, falling apart in his king’s arms. Mark growled his name and started coming as well, his teeth clenching and his hips pressed tight to Donghyuck’s, filling him up to the hilt. Something inside Donghyuck fluttered at the feel of Mark's coming inside him.
Donghyuck whimpered, feeling so full with Mark’s seed and the king made a little shushing noise, petting his hair with his free hand. Donghyuck could feel a sort of strange heaviness falling over his eyes and he could feel they fell slowly closed and his body went even limper than before.
Before he succumbed to the dreamland, he felt a light kiss at the corner of his lips and he heard his king whisper, “Sleep well, my cariad.”