With a long, low groan, Tetsuda released deep inside of Tyrannus. His lover's fingers dug deep into his shoulders, undoubtedly breaking the skin, and he let out a loud moan as his semen splattered all over Tetsuda's abdomen. Tyrannus's forehead dropped to Tetsuda's shoulder, his breaths coming in pants, yet still he found it in himself to lick and nibble on Tetsuda's neck. The incubus chuckled softly as he looked down.
"You're still willing to continue?" he asked. "We've been at it for four hours already."
"I can't help it," Tyrannus mumbled. "I love you…"
"I love you too, but you're exhausted." Placing his hands beneath Tyrannus's arms, he lifted the Ira off of his member and lowered him onto his back. He leaned over Tyrannus and kissed him gently. "As much as I'd love to fuck you until the morning, it's not good for your health. You've barely relaxed or slept since we returned from Suiyan. Not only that, but you just went through a three-hour ceremony. I worry about you."
"You're disobeying your king?"
Smiling softly, Tetsuda ran his fingers through Tyrannus's hair, still silky even after constant tugging and tangling. "What's a royal consort without a little scandal?" He changed his position so he sat against the headboard; Tyrannus followed, resting his head on Tetsuda's chest and winding his arms around his middle.
"Your body's so wondrous...just gone through a war, and you still look pristine…"
"I wish I had more scars, to be honest. The Luxuria are getting so much flack from the other battalions for not doing anything during the conflict, but—"
"Don't bother listening to them," Tyrannus interrupted. "They're just thirsty for more conflict—at least, the Ira are. It'll die down soon enough, I promise. Besides, from what I've heard, Basileus has already crushed a few radical rebellions that threatened some Luxuria. You've nothing to fear."
"I suppose you're right." He kissed the top of Tyrannus's head. "You're even more powerful now, after all. I doubt anyone will think about tampering with your rule."
"Don't say that so soon. It's only been a week since we've returned home."
"That being said," Tetsuda murmured, "you still haven't told me about what happened."
"What do you mean?"
"With Tairo. That...being. What was it? And what did you do to him?"
With a sigh, Tyrannus closed his eyes. "I figured you'd find out about it eventually. It's not something I want to discuss, but you'll just pester me more if I don't. I will warn you, though, if you tell anyone about this, it'll spell doom for far more than just you and I. So keep your mouth shut. Am I understood?"
"Of course. I won't tell anyone."
"All right. Well...I suppose we'll just have to start from the beginning. You already know the story of me killing the previous Ultimo Superbia, right?"
"Yes, I know."
"Good, then I can skip over that. Anyway, after I killed him, I was thrown into the dungeon for a bit while the previous king and Tairo debated my fate. I wasn't thrown into just any cell, though. I was placed in a pit that was covered by a slab of concrete. I couldn't hear or see anything. One day, however, a Superbia joined me, seemingly out of nowhere. But it wasn't just any Superbia—it was the one I'd killed.
"Before getting out of the pit, I'd drank a decent portion of Iacto's—that was his name—blood, since it was all over me. Well, it turns out that I'd drunk enough to take his essence—I'd absorbed his spirit, as well as his power. He appeared to me as an apparition, mentally competent but horribly disfigured. His features were torn apart, and a majority of his body radiated purple smoke. As arrogant as he was in life, in death, he was far more submissive toward me, calling me 'Master' and saying he'd fight for me. He was actually the one who gave me inspiration for my name; he called me a tyrant of Tairo's mind, and so 'Tyrannus' was born."
"But...what I saw was nothing resemblant of a demon. Not in our sense, anyway."
"Well, being in my mind for a few centuries has disfigured Iacto quite a bit. He's taken bits of the others into himself, but because of him being the earliest soul I'd taken, he keeps submissive."
"Others?" Tetsuda asked. "What do you mean?"
"That's the next part. Scortum demons usually have very little or even no abilities, since there's too many demonic types for one to truly take control. However, in my case, I came here with all the signs of an Ira, and they only grew stronger as time progressed. As such, I was endowed with very unique abilities. One of them, Iacto explained, was called Anima Effusio—soul absorption. If I drank enough blood of a person I'd killed, I could absorb their soul, and, by extension, their power. That's how I was able to grow stronger, by absorbing Ira that I'd killed. Not to say I'd only killed Ira, but they were the most beneficial to me. Nothing too strong, but overtime the numbers started showing their benefits."
"But you didn't drink Tairo's blood. You just...looked at him."
"I know. Before you died in the human realm, I had a habit of disappearing to an island called Cosiyan, where I trained with Iacto to enhance my abilities. You see, once a soul enters my body, Iacto traps them and beats them down until they submit. After about a century, I was able to bring Iacto out and fuse him with me temporarily, which allowed me to take stronger, more powerful souls. I haven't done it much, so I was a bit worried with Tairo, but it went without any problems. I've never been happier." He looked up. "Well, except for you, anyway."
"You don't have to lie for me, Tyrannus. It's fine. I understand how much defeating him meant to you." He held Tyrannus tighter in his arms, a smile on his face. "Just be sure not to push yourself too hard, all right? You don't want the Factionry getting any ideas of weakness."
"Don't worry, Tetsuda. I'll be fine."
"I hope so."
