Elian's POV
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[Alert: Sorry to interrupt your body reconstruction moment, but—there's… something off about Prince Charming's gift.]
[I ignored it at first but ran quick background scans and—goddess, you're too far gone to listen to me.]
Indeed, he was.
Because right now Elian had himself lifted off the ground by none other than Kyren. The Rogue king's hands gripped his thighs, white hair sticking to his chest due to all the sweat and water.
Elian's dick twitched against his abs, still aching from two orgasms. One more won't—
[Fine… looks like I'm going full crack down mode on this thing. Without you. You'll get your results after you've had your hole filled… again.]
It was at that point that Elian's brows furrowed in a deep frown—one Kyren noticed instantly.
"Something wrong?" The Rogue king asked, voice still soft despite his promise not to hold back a few seconds ago.
