Darius shifted back.
The water rippled violently around his body, the vines on his cock clearly visible.
And to Xion, the sight looked dangerous.
"Look enough?" the Archduke smirked, eyes never leaving the ravaged beauty before him.
His hand brushed over Xion's damp forehead, sweeping away messy black strands so he could see those dazed eyes more clearly. "You can look more if you want. Look at me all you like, sweetheart."
The silly healer was entranced.
And that only made the northern lord feel burning satisfaction. This was the only reason why he was proud of his otherwise useless face.
"You look at me like I am your god, darling. Am I?"
Xion actually nodded.
Because if there were someone he wanted to worship, that would only be Darius. In every life.
A low laugh, filled with childlike happiness, echoed in the silent cave.
Though it didn't take long for that to change into a feral light as the Archduke moved.
The water rippled with his movements.
