[BL] Rules Of Desire: His Majesty's Secret-Chapter 42 - 40: Whispers Awakened Spell[18+]

Nigel’s breath caught in his throat. His skin was hot, his heartbeat wild. He should’ve pulled away. He should’ve walked off. But the warmth radiating off the boy’s body, the confidence in his touch, the way his voice dropped like silk sliding down bare skin...

The boy didn’t ask permission again. He tilted his head and kissed Nigel’s jaw soft, deliberate, electric. Nigel’s whole body tensed, and when he didn’t move, the boy’s mouth found his neck next. It was barely a kiss more like a taste, hot and slow. Nigel hissed, his hand flying up to grab the boy’s waist, whether to push him away or pull him closer, he didn’t know.

"I don’t even know your name," Nigel said, voice rough.

"You don’t need it," the boy whispered. "Just feel."

He took Nigel’s hand and led him deeper into the shadows, behind a drape of heavy black velvet. The space was small but warm, echoing with muffled moans from nearby chambers. But here, it was just them. The scent of musk and heat filled the air.

The boy pressed him against the wall. Their mouths crashed together, tongues clashing, wet and desperate. Nigel groaned. His control, what little he had snapped.

Clothes peeled away fast. Fingers roamed feverishly, pulling, gripping, scratching. Skin met skin, slick with sweat. Nigel let out a sharp gasp when the boy’s hand slipped low, gripping him firm, stroking slow and teasing, then fast, just to feel him shudder. Their hips ground together, friction building. It was wild. Sloppy. Their mouths couldn’t stay apart. They kissed like they needed to breathe each other.

"Fuck..." Nigel moaned, biting down on the boy’s shoulder.

"Say it," the boy panted. "Say you want this."

"I..." Nigel gasped, tilting his head back, pleasure blooming low in his belly. "I want... damn, I want it."

The boy smirked, satisfied. He pushed Nigel back onto the cushioned stone bench and climbed onto his lap, wet heat sliding against him. The tension was unbearable. Their bodies met with rhythm hot, pulsing, wet sounds echoing softly as their skin slapped together. Nigel held his waist tightly, guiding their movements, thrusting up with increasing urgency.

It was overwhelming his heart pounded like thunder, his breath came in short bursts, and his moans echoed off the chamber walls. He didn’t care if anyone heard.

The boy kissed him hard again, then whispered against his lips, "Don’t hold back."

Nigel didn’t. He gave in his voice breaking into a growl as his pleasure surged, body trembling beneath the boy who rocked into him with equal intensity.

They collapsed together, breathless and soaked in sweat. For a long time, they didn’t speak. Just the sound of their breaths filling the silence, tangled in each other’s arms.

Nigel lay back against the cool stone, his chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths. Sweat clung to his skin. The boy curled beside him, lips still swollen from kisses, fingertips idly tracing the edge of Nigel’s collarbone.

It was supposed to be over.

The heat had come and gone like a storm. Brief. Violent. Wet. And now, now there was silence. Stillness.

They both believed they were alone.

Until...

"Now it’s my turn."

The voice was deep. Rough. Like gravel soaked in honey. It wasn’t a question.

Nigel froze.

The boy’s hand stilled.

They turned.

From behind the curtain of black velvet, heavy footsteps echoed into their space. A tall figure emerged, broad-shouldered, cloaked in the shimmering silver armor of the kingdom’s knights. His breastplate was unlatched, chest bare underneath. His gauntlets dangled at his side.

But it wasn’t the armor that caught their attention, it was the heat in his eyes.

Burning. Ravenous.

And the arousal that bulged clearly beneath his loosened waistband.

Nigel sat up fast, breath hitching. "You..."

The knight raised a hand, cutting him off. His voice was tight, like it took everything in him not to shatter with need.

"I saw you both. I wasn’t going to..." he swallowed hard, eyes trailing over Nigel’s slick, bare skin, then down to the boy’s flushed thighs, but watching you two... it made it worse.

The boy beside Nigel licked his lips. "Are you under the spell."

"It’s not a spell," the knight growled. It’s a calling. You feel it too, don’t you? That the Judgment wasn’t meant to end... It wants to continue. Through us.

He took another step forward.

Nigel tensed. His body was still sensitive, overstimulated. But the energy in the knight’s gaze reignited the spark deep in his core. His stomach twisted part fear, part forbidden thrill.

"We thought no one saw us," the boy murmured, now sitting up, voice low and teasing.

"You thought wrong."

The knight’s hand reached for the hem of his tunic, tugging it off. His muscles gleamed with sweat. He wasn’t asking permission. He was joining something that had already begun.

Nigel opened his mouth to protest, but his voice died in his throat. Because part of him wanted to say no... and another part of him wanted to see just how far this moment was willing to go.

The knight approached, dropping to his knees before them.

"You both already opened the door," he whispered, his breath warm against Nigel’s inner thigh. "Now let me step through it."

Then the kingdom’s bells tolled the end of the Judgment Day, their echo rippling through the sky like a slow mourning chant. But no one truly moved. No one cheered. No one cried. They just stood there still, quiet, their eyes glazed over with something more than awe.

It was desire. But it was more than desire.

As the people left the High Moat and its glowing arena, they walked like shadows of themselves bodies heavy, minds somewhere else. Some brushed fingers over their lips as if trying to remember a kiss they never received. Others trembled as they walked, thighs clenching unconsciously, their skin burning with echoes they couldn’t scrub off. No one returned the same.

The Judgment in Zarethrone was never ordinary, it never had been. But this... this had taken hold of them all.

Kaelith leaned against one of the carved stone pillars near the southern wing of the temple, watching the crowds disperse like they were wading through honey.

"Something’s off today."

He didn’t need to look back to know it was Hale. The voice was low, steady, but Kaelith could hear the strain under it.

"You felt it too," Kaelith said, arms folded across his chest.

"I still feel it." Hale stepped beside him, brushing hair from his face. It’s like... the judgment reached into me and pulled something out. I’ve never been this raw.

Kaelith glanced sideways at him. It’s not just us. Look at them.

Hale followed his gaze. A young couple holding hands, barely walking straight. An elder clergyman paused mid-step to clutch his chest like he’d just remembered the heat of someone’s mouth. Children, quiet too quiet staring up at the sky like it whispered secrets no one else could hear.

"This isn’t the first time they’ve used Desire in the court," Hale said slowly. But... it’s like they took it deeper this time. Too deep.

Kaelith shivered. It wasn’t judgment. It was a summoning.

In a different wing of the city, Elion sat on the edge of the training ground steps, his hands clenched around his knees. Beside him, three others Vorn, Esra, and Miren were just as still, their conversation slow, broken.

"I can’t stop feeling it," Miren whispered, hugging herself. "It’s like something entered me. Like I’m not alone in my body anymore."

Esra nodded, biting her lower lip. I went to rinse off at the temple baths. The water boiled when it touched me. I swore I heard it moan.

"You’re not imagining it," Elion muttered. I’ve been hearing whispers since we left the hall. And... every time I close my eyes, I see it. The moment she was judged. The way her pleasure lit up the altar. It’s etched into my skull.

Vorn rubbed the back of his neck, his jaw tight. "Something’s wrong. This isn’t normal. It was supposed to be divine justice. Instead, it felt like the Kingdom itself... devoured us."

Miren looked up. "You think it was a spell?"

Elion’s eyes narrowed. "It didn’t feel like magic."

"Then what?" Vorn snapped. "What the hell was it?"

No one answered. Because the truth was, none of them knew.

Only that Zarethrone had judged in desire, and desire had judged them back.

And the Kingdom, though unchanged in stone, in sky, in law no longer felt the same. The air hummed. The stones pulsed under their feet. Lust lingered like incense, invisible but suffocating.

Something had been awakened.

Nigel With Two

The knight’s breath was heavy as he knelt before them, eyes flickering between Nigel’s flushed chest and the boy’s parted lips. The space around them felt too small for the heat that bloomed between their bodies. It wasn’t just lust, it was need, wild and impossible to tame.

Without speaking, the knight leaned in and captured Nigel’s mouth in a kiss, rougher than the boy’s had been. His tongue pushed past Nigel’s lips with no hesitation, no gentleness. Just raw, hungry dominance. Nigel moaned into it, fingers tangling in the knight’s cropped hair.

The boy pressed closer from behind, kissing the curve of Nigel’s shoulder, one hand roaming down his chest. Trapped between them, Nigel trembled not from fear, but from how right it felt. Slick bodies, hard breath, mouths and hands everywhere.

The knight broke the kiss and turned his attention to the boy. For a second, their eyes locked, and the air snapped between them.

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The kiss between them was electric. Wet, deep, their tongues battling, the boy’s fingers sliding down the knight’s abdomen, nails grazing the hard muscle there. The knight grunted, pulling the boy closer, gripping his waist tight as their bodies grinded.

Nigel watched his pulse racing as the two kissed like fire. It made his own arousal throb back to life. He slid a hand between them, feeling their hardness pressed together, and the sound both of them made needy, unguarded sent shivers up his spine.

The knight growled and pulled both of them down with him onto the cushions. Limbs tangled. Sweat-slicked skin sliding against skin.

The Kingdom of Zarethrone had been awakened under desire spell.

And now, it wanted more.

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