The days blurred together… sleep, eat, fuck… then do it all over again. They barely left the room. Their bodies only separated when exhaustion forced them to sleep, or
hunger demanded a break. Even then, the heat between them never faded.
Rolen, ever discreet, made sure food was always ready. He'd quietly place warm meals in the dining area, never disturbing them. The fireplace remained lit, its glow matching the fire that never seemed to burn out between Luren and Craige.
"I feel like dying," Luren groaned, voice raw as he stirred awake. His body ached
deliciously, every inch marked with teeth, kisses, and bruises of pleasure. He could barely move his legs, still trembling from how hard Craige had claimed him. And yet… a smile curved his lips, dazed and satisfied. "You're insane…"
Craige peeked through the door with a wicked grin, looking maddeningly refreshed.
"Good morning, beautiful."
Luren gave him a tired, amused snort. "How the hell can you call a man beautiful after
what you did to him?"
Craige chuckled low, stepping into the room. "Because you're stunning when you're
wrecked like that." He moved to the bed and without warning, scooped Luren up in a bridal carry. The blanket slipped slightly, exposing Luren's flushed skin beneath.
"Ah—Craige!" Luren clung to him, surprised and flustered. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you to the hot spring," Craige murmured against his ear. "You need it… after all the ways I made you scream."
Luren shivered, heat rising again in his already exhausted body. "God, I can still
feel you," he whispered, breath catching as he wrapped his arms around Craige's neck, melting into his touch. "Yes… please…"
Craige's lips brushed his temple. "Let's get you soaked, Baby.
A rush of cold air greeted them as they opened the front door. In front of the cabin, two majestic white wolves sat patiently, their thick fur shimmering under the pale winter light. Each was harnessed to a sturdy wooden sled, their breath visible in the crisp morning air.
The wolves immediately stood up upon seeing them, tails swaying gently.
"Say hello to Whitefang and her partner, Snowy," Craige said with a warm smile as he
gently placed Luren onto the sled, wrapping the blanket snugly around him.
"Hello, lovers," Luren chuckled softly, reaching out to pat the wolves. Their fur was
incredibly soft, like freshly fallen snow. Whitefang nudged her nose against his palm in greeting, and Snowy gave a quiet huff, as if acknowledging his words.
They set off down a snow-covered path, the sled gliding smoothly over the powdery
terrain. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, and pine trees lined both sides of the trail, their branches heavy with snow. The air was cold but fresh, and the only sounds were the gentle crunching of the sled runners and the
occasional call of birds overhead.
Luren leaned against Craige, warmed by his presence as they traveled through the wintry forest.
After several serene minutes, they arrived at a secluded hot spring. Steam rose from
the surface, curling into the air like whispers. The spring was nestled among smooth boulders and surrounded by towering pines, their snow-dusted branches forming a natural curtain of privacy.
Craige stepped off the sled and carefully removed the blanket from Luren, his hands
tender and full of care. He carried him toward the shallow part of the hot spring, setting him down beside a large rock where the water was warm and soothing.
The contrast of the cold air and rising steam made the moment feel magical.
After undressing, Craige joined him in the water, sighing softly as the warmth seeped
into his bones. He pulled Luren gently into his arms, letting the heat and the quiet of the winter woods wrap around them like a cocoon.
"This is perfect," Luren whispered, resting his head against Craige's chest.
Craige kissed his temple and murmured, "You deserve nothing less."
"Whoa… this is so refreshing," Luren breathed out, trailing his fingers playfully across the warm surface of the water. Craige was behind him, arms wrapped protectively
around his waist. The contrast between the steamy bath and the crisp, cold air made everything feel dreamlike, the mist rising around them, the breathtaking mountain view, and the quiet intimacy they shared.
Craige leaned in, his voice soft but with a teasing lilt. "Does your body hurt?"
Luren scoffed, though his smile betrayed the fondness in his tone. "Yeah… and whose
fault do you think that is?"
A low chuckle vibrated against his back as Craige's hands began to knead his sore
shoulders, then slowly drifted down his spine to his waist, and finally rested at his thighs, massaging gently.
"Mmh… yes…I like that," Luren murmured, his body relaxing into the touch, until he
suddenly froze, feeling something firm press against his lower back.
"Why are you hard again?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise and a rising heat. "I thought your rut was over…"
Craige's voice dropped into a husky whisper, brushing warm against his ear. "It's a natural reaction… just being near you is enough."
Then he nipped at Luren's earlobe, licking the spot gently afterward, sending a shiver
down his spine.
"I-I'm too tired…" Luren protested, breath hitching with a soft moan as Craige's hands
continued their slow exploration. "You're insatiable…"
"I wont do anything I just want to taste and feel you" Craige said seductively his hand is
now on his chest massaging and pinching his senaitive nipple that he keep on biting from the past days.
"C-Craige…ahhh…" Luren bit his lower lip, trying to muffle the moan threatening to
escape.
"You're hard, baby…" Craige whispered, wrapping his hand around Luren's shaft, stroking it with slow, deliberate movements.
"Mmm… moan for me," he murmured against Luren's ear, voice dripping with desire. "No one's around. This place is ours… just you and me."
Luren gasped sharply when Craige pressed his cock against his entrance, he slid in
effortlessly, the water making everything feel more intense.
"C-Craige!" Luren cried out, his back arching slightly.
"Mmm, I fit in so easily," Craige teased, his voice low and husky.
"Well, you've been inside me for days… I'm scared it won't close again," Luren muttered breathlessly, cheeks flushed with heat.
Craige chuckled darkly. "Don't worry, baby… you'll be just fine," he said as he began
thrusting slowly, savoring every inch.
"Ahhh—! You said you wouldn't do anything…" Luren whined, gripping his arm. He could feel the warm water around them mixing with the sensation of Craige's slow, teasing thrusts. The feeling was overwhelming, like he was being claimed all over again.
"But you were begging for it, weren't you?" Craige whispered against his neck, licking
the skin. "The way your body opened for me… it's like you've been waiting…aching
for this."
With a gentle motion, Craige flipped Luren so they were face-to-face, their eyes locking as their breaths mingled.
Luren whimpered, his voice cracking. "You're so mean…" he whispered, though his legs wrapped tighter around Craige's waist, pulling him deeper.
Craige stilled, brushing his lips over Luren's forehead. "You love it when I'm mean,"
he said softly, almost reverently. "But I'll be gentle now… I just need to feel you."
Luren leaned in, capturing Craige's lips in a hungry kiss, biting his lower lip before their tongues tangled in a desperate dance. His fingers tangled in Craige's hair, tugging hard as his hips rolled with need.
"Faster…Deeper… Daddy," he moaned breathlessly, grinding down harder.
Craige smirked darkly, eyes burning with lust. "Then ride me, baby… show me how bad you want it."
The steam from the hot spring curled around them, the water rippling as Luren straddled
Craige, already impaled on him, filled to the hilt. His breath came in shaky gasps, hands braced on Craige's slick shoulders as he tried to adjust to the overwhelming fullness.
Craige groaned low, his hands gripping Luren's waist tightly under the warm water.
"Ride me, baby… I'm already inside you..move."
Luren bit his lip, then began to grind down slowly, hips rolling in a sensual rhythm. A
deep moan escaped him as the pleasure surged through his body, the heat of the
spring only making everything more intense.
"Ahh—Craige…" he whimpered, water splashing around them with every roll of his hips. "You feel so deep…"
Craige bucked up slightly, a guttural growl escaping his throat. "You're so tight, fuck! you're squeezing me like you were made for me."
Luren began to ride him harder, faster, chasing the fire building inside him. The water churned around them, their bodies slick, their movements desperate. His moans echoed off the rocks, unrestrained, raw.
Craige leaned forward, taking one of Luren's nipples into his mouth, sucking hard while thrusting up into him from below. Luren cried out, his whole body trembling.
"Don't stop….don't you dare stop—" he gasped, nails digging into Craige's back.
"I won't," Craige growled against his chest, "Not until you come all over me and beg for
more."
Their bodies moved together in a feverish rhythm, but amid the heat and urgency,
Craige suddenly slowed his thrusts, wrapping his arms around Luren tightly. He
pressed their foreheads together, breathing hard.
"Luren…" he whispered, voice rough but filled with something deeper, something soft. "I love you… I need you like this. Not just your body, everything."
Luren's eyes fluttered open, glassy with emotion. He cupped Craige's face, their noses brushing. "You have me, Craige… all of me," he whispered back, lips trembling,
"Only you make me feel this alive."
Their lips met again slow, lingering, filled with everything they couldn't say. Craige
rolled his hips up while Luren rocked down, the tender kiss contrasting the raw
friction building between them again.
The pleasure returned with brutal force, overwhelming and unstoppable.
"C-Craige… l'm close," Luren gasped, his voice shaking.
"I've got you, baby… come for me," Craige urged, his hand wrapped firmly around Luren's arousal, stroking in time with every thrust.
Their pace grew wild again, hot water splashing, skin slapping, breathy moans echoing through the misty air. Luren's back arched as his orgasm slammed into him,
white-hot and blinding. He cried out Craige's name, spilling between them, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Feeling Luren tighten around him, Craige cursed under his breath and pulled him close, burying himself deep one last time before he followed, groaning into Luren's
neck as he came hard inside him.
They stayed locked together, chests heaving, hearts pounding.
The steam surrounded them like a warm cocoon as Craige held him gently, pressing kisses along his jaw and temple.
"I'm not letting you go," he whispered.
"You better not," Luren murmured, resting his head against Craige's shoulder with a soft smile.
"Let's get engaged and announce you as my duchess on the first night of the Frostmere
Festival," Craige said, his voice warm with anticipation. He reached behind a nearby rock and pulled out a small, shimmering box, its surface catching the light like ice under moonlight.
He dropped to one knee, his eyes locked onto Luren's. "Will you marry me, Luren Kaile
Elarion?" he asked, voice thick with love and devotion, and slowly opened the box.
Inside was a pair of diamond rings, the center gem formed by a half-moon green hue and a soft gray hue blending into a single breathtaking stone.
Luren gasped, his hand trembling as tears welled in his eyes. His breath caught in
his throat as emotions swirled, disbelief, joy, overwhelming love.
"Yes," he whispered, then repeated louder with a bright smile, "Yes! I will marry you,
Duke Craige Evron Seravelle!"
Craige's hands were steady as he gently slid the unique diamond ring onto Luren's finger, sealing the promise. Luren mirrored the gesture, sliding the matching band onto Craige's hand, their fingers trembling with emotion.
"What a way to propose, with both of us completely naked," Luren laughed, his
cheeks still flushed as he pulled on his clothes, glancing shyly at Craige.
"Well, l couldn't wait any longer," Craige replied with a playful smirk, his eyes
filled with warmth. "Besides, I love seeing you like that, so raw, so beautiful."
He gently took Luren's hand, fingers intertwining, and guided him toward the two white wolves waiting nearby, their breath misting in the cold air. Luren looked up at
him, heart fluttering, unable to stop smiling.