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The relentless rhythm of Kyon's possession drove Arion to the brink of collapse. The cot beneath them protested with every savage thrust, and the muffled sounds of the distant soldiers only amplified Arion's terrifying isolation. Desperate for escape, Arion managed to gather a shred of strength and tried to crawl away, dragging his upper body toward the edge of the cot.
Kyon simply tightened his arms around Arion's waist, his voice a low, warning growl. "Where do you think you're going? You don't leave until I'm finished."
Arion thrashed weakly, his breath coming in ragged, painful gasps. He was fighting a losing battle, and Kyon knew it. The alpha's body was a hard, immovable weight, and his powerful penetration was inescapable. Arion was a warrior, but against this primal, possessive force, he was utterly defenseless.
Then, with a furious, final surge, Kyon drove his hips down, his unyielding length hitting a deep, sensitive spot within Arion—the very core of his fertility. A jolt of agonizing, exquisite sensation shot through Arion's body, a terrifying biological response to the alpha's claim.
A single, desperate word was ripped from Arion's throat, a raw cry of both violation and unwilling surrender: "No!"
The sound was a plea, a breaking point. Arion stopped fighting and simply lay there, his body trembling, his face slick with tears and sweat. He started to beg, his voice a choked, unrecognizable whisper. "Please, Kyon... stop... I can't... I can't take any more..."
Kyon didn't stop. The begging only fueled his possessive need. He leaned down, his eyes dark with triumphant desire. "You can take it," he breathed against Arion's ear, his voice thick with arousal. "You'll take every last inch of me. You want me to own you. You want to carry my mark, my child."
He released Arion's waist only to grip his hips. With a quick, brutal motion, Kyon forced Arion to change position, rolling him onto his side and pulling his legs up, opening him further, allowing for a deeper, more profound penetration. The shift was agonizing, stretching Arion to his limits, driving the massive length of the prince even further inside. The depth was overwhelming, a painful, inescapable violation that brought another muffled sob to Arion's lips.
Kyon thrust into the new position, his movements a punishing, primal rhythm. He was taking Arion completely, forcing his body into utter submission, cementing his claim against the shadow of his brother. Arion was reduced to a shuddering mess, every deep stroke a brutal reminder that he was no longer his own. He was Kyon's, and in this horrifying, explicit moment, the alpha was ensuring that Arion would never forget it.