Illusion

"No, I'm helping you," Azraelis smirked as he licked his lips, ready to taste this precious meal before him.

Owen shivered and tried to move away from Azraelis' grip. However, Azraelis snapped his fingers, causing Owen's clothes to disappear from his body.

Owen's eyes widened as he tried to cover his body. His legs shook as he attempted to stand but occasionally bent over.

"What the hell did you feed me?" Owen asked, getting a chuckle instead of an answer.

"Poof," Azraelis said with a smirk on his face.

As Prince Owen's eyes fluttered closed, he felt himself being transported to a serene and tranquil scene, but one tinged with a sense of unease.

He was lying in a lavish bathtub, surrounded by candles and soft, golden lighting. The water was warm and fragrant, filled with rose petals that floated gently on the surface.

Red, pink, and white roses adorned the bathtub, their delicate petals unfolding like tiny works of art. The air was filled with the sweet, heady scent of blooming flowers, but Owen's senses were on high alert, aware that he was at the mercy of his captor, Azraelis.

Azraelis's hands moved gently through the water, washing Owen's body with a soft, white cloth, but his touch was laced with a sense of ownership, of possession.

He played with Owen's hair, twirling strands around his fingers, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that made Owen's skin prickle.

Owen tried to struggle, but his body felt heavy, weighed down by some unseen force. Azrael's grip was like a vice, holding him in place as he continued his gentle, yet sinister, ministrations.

"Why can't I move? Let me go," Owen questioned aloud. Azraelis was too preoccupied to respond, engrossed in playing with Owen's nipples before leaning in to suck on them.

Struggling to break free, Owen thought to himself, 'This is so disgusting. I need to find a way out of this, Indigo.'

Indigo chimed in cheerfully, "Nah, you're fine. Look at the bright side, you're having a good time, even if you only have eyes for Zephyris." He winked mischievously at Owen.

"You! You must be enjoying this spectacle. I'm your host, for crying out loud. Can't you help me, damn it?" Owen mentally shouted, his eyes filled with frustration.

Azraelis then firmly grasped Owen's chin, turning it to meet his gaze. "Direct your focus solely on me," he commanded.

"How can I comply when you've ensnared me with your spell? I can't even wiggle my toes, you fiend," Owen exclaimed.

Azraelis smirked and drew his face closer to Owen's, planting small kisses before daringly slipping his tongue into Owen's mouth and gently tugging at his upper lip...

'What a dilemma. I have no special powers, yet this rogue continues to pursue me. I must resist, but my body longs for something more.'

As the kiss was abruptly interrupted, Azraelis scooped him up from the bathtub and carried him over to the bed situated at a distance. With a swift motion, he tossed him onto the soft sheets and secured his long hair back.

As he started to undress, a warning escaped Owen's lips, "You better hold back and not approach any further." Owen's moans grew louder, the intoxicating effects of the fruit he had consumed now taking hold of him.

"I... I need something inside me," he whimpered, his face flushed and glistening with sweat.

The air crackled with desire as Owen teetered on the edge of passion.

~Nhgh~huff~

Owen teased his nipples, feeling a surge of desire as he explored his body. He eagerly sought out his tight entrance, as he found the spot, he pressed his finger against it, feeling a surge of pleasure shoot through his body.

~Hot~ soooo ~ hot.

He moaned softly, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. With a deep breath, he pushed his finger inside, feeling the tightness and heat enveloping him.

The sensation was intense, sending waves of pain before pleasure through him as he explored his anus.

Owen couldn't believe how good it felt, and he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if Zephyris was doing it to him.

The thought made him even more aroused, and he began to move his finger in and out, feeling the pleasure build with each thrust.

He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation, and let himself go, surrendering to the pleasure that consumed him.

"Aww, I see the fruit's effects are really good. I bet you can't wait to have this rod of mine inside you," Azraelis mockingly said as he winked at him.

"So impatient, I'm sure you have never shown this side of you to Zephyris. If you did, he wouldn't have misplaced his toy," he continued provocatively.

He climbed onto the bed and moved closer to Owen, but Owen, though not in his right mind, courageously moved backwards away from Azraelis.

This made Azraelis grin in satisfaction. It was time to take his prize and bend him to his will. Having Owen here would guarantee mating with him. After mating with him, Owen would become his pet and slave.

Then he would make the place he marked invincible for Zephyris. Owen would have to make Zephyris fall for him and then kill him immediately.

What a wonderful plan, he thought to himself.

"Watching your lover stab you in the heart will be a fitting death for you. And the crown will be mine. If only you hadn't taken him away from me, then I might have just ignored you little Owen. It seems like you got Owen to replace him. What a shame if Owen finds that out."

He murmured to himself, his breath hot against Owen's skin, as he forcefully pulled Owen's legs towards him, drawing him in closer. His grip on Owen's slender waist tightened, his eyes fixated on the delicate curve of Owen's body.

"How can a man like you possess such a feminine waist? It's captivating, almost ethereal. You bear a striking resemblance to him, yet your eyes tell a different story," Azraelis mused, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration.

"I must be losing my mind," he chuckled darkly, his laughter laced with desire. Leaning in, he captured Owen's lips in a searing kiss, the intensity of his passion overwhelming Owen's feeble attempts to resist.

In that moment, as their lips met in a heated embrace, Owen caught a glimpse of Zephyris kissing him. Without hesitation, he surrendered to the intoxicating allure of Azraelis thinking it was Zephyris, allowing himself to be consumed by the raw, unbridled passion.

Azraelis played with his lips and then stroked Owen's little member, along with his own.