Content Warning:
This arc contains depictions of toxic relationships, x emotional abuse, manipulation, cycles of abuse, drugging (love potions/ spells), physical torment, and psychological trauma, implied sexual content, Please proceed with caution if these themes may be triggering for you. Your well-being comes first.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the castle was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Dinner had been a quiet, intimate affair, filled with comfortable silences and stolen glances. Ogron noticed that Anagan was leaning into him more as they spoke, as if he were expecting something more, something deeper.
Ogron, feeling the pull of Anagan's unspoken desires, began to respond in kind. His touches became more deliberate, his hand resting on Anagan's waist a little longer, his fingers brushing against Anagan's as they passed the plates. Each touch sent a jolt of warmth through Anagan, a warmth that he found himself craving more with each passing second.
Anagan could feel the shift in Ogron, the way his movements became more intentional, the way his voice seemed to wrap around him like a comforting embrace. The anticipation built in Anagan's chest, and he found himself leaning into Ogron's touches, hoping for more.
After dinner, the darkness had fully settled, and the moonlight poured into the room, casting everything in a silvery glow. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words and unfulfilled desires. Anagan felt a need to clear his head, to cool the fire that was slowly building inside him.
"I think I'll get some fresh air in the garden," Anagan said softly, his voice almost trembling with the weight of his emotions.
Ogron nodded, watching as Anagan stood up. "I'll join you," he offered, his tone gentle. Genuinely gentle — there was no hidden venom, no undercurrent of poison, just gentleness.
They walked to the garden in silence, the only sound the soft crunch of gravel beneath their feet. The night air was cool, a welcome contrast to the warmth that had settled between them. The garden was beautiful under the moonlight, the flowers glowing softly, the trees casting long, elegant shadows.
Anagan wandered a few steps ahead, his fingers brushing against the petals of a nearby rose as he took in the serenity of the night. Ogron watched him from a short distance, his heart swelling with the realization of how deeply he cared for Anagan, how much he wanted to be the source of that warmth Anagan seemed to crave.
Ogron approached Anagan slowly, his footsteps soft on the grass. He could see the way Anagan's shoulders were slightly tense, as if he were holding back something. The air was thick with the tension between them, the anticipation of something they both knew was coming but hadn't yet acknowledged.
When Ogron finally reached Anagan, he placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling the way Anagan relaxed slightly under his touch. Anagan turned to face him, his eyes searching Ogron's for something—permission, perhaps, or maybe reassurance that this was okay, that it wasn't just a dream.
Ogron's hand moved from Anagan's shoulder to his cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against the soft skin there. Anagan's breath hitched at the contact, his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned into Ogron's touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he savored the warmth.
"Anagan," Ogron's voice was a soft murmur, his breath warm against Anagan's skin. "You're more important to me than I can put into words."
Anagan's eyes opened slowly, his gaze locking with Ogron's. He could see the sincerity in Ogron's eyes, the depth of the emotions he was trying to convey. And in that moment, Anagan knew—this was what he had been waiting for, what he had been yearning for.
"I'm yours," Anagan whispered, his voice filled with a soft, trembling vulnerability. The words were an admission, a surrender to the pull that had been drawing them closer and closer. They were a promise, one that held more weight than anything he had ever spoken before.
Ogron's eyes brightened with a mix of emotion, his hand tightening slightly on Anagan's cheek. "You have no idea how much that means to me," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "But I want you to come to me on your own terms. When you're ready."
Anagan's heart fluttered at the king's words, at the tenderness that radiated from him. He leaned into Ogron's hand, his eyes closing as he let out a soft breath. The warmth of Ogron's touch, the gentleness in his voice, it was all so overwhelming in the best way possible. He had never felt so cared for, so safe, and the realization that Ogron would wait for him, that he wasn't being pressured, made his feelings deepen even more.
The tension between them seemed to snap, replaced by a soft, tender intimacy that was more powerful than anything Anagan had ever felt. He stepped closer, his forehead resting against Ogron's as he let out a shaky breath.
"I've wanted this for so long," Anagan admitted in a whisper, his voice trembling with emotion.
"So have I," Ogron replied, his hand moving to cup the back of Anagan's neck, pulling him even closer. "And I don't want to wait any longer."
They stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other in the moonlit garden, the world around them fading into the background. Ogron's hands moved slowly, tenderly, exploring the contours of Anagan's back, his touch filled with a reverence that made Anagan's heart ache with affection.
Anagan tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing against Ogron's in a tentative, almost hesitant kiss. Ogron responded immediately, his lips capturing Anagan's in a kiss that was slow, gentle, but filled with a promise of more.
The kiss deepened, their lips moving together in perfect harmony as the emotions they had been holding back for so long finally found their release. Ogron's hands tightened around Anagan, pulling him closer, as if he couldn't bear to let him go.
When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other once more, both of them breathing heavily. Anagan's heart was racing, but it was a good kind of fast, the kind that made him feel alive, wanted, and loved.
Ogron smiled, a small, private smile that was just for Anagan. "Let's stay here a little longer," he suggested, his voice low and filled with affection.
Anagan nodded, his heart swelling with happiness. They stayed in the garden, their hands intertwined, then , with a tenderness that belied the intensity of his feelings, Ogron closed the distance between them once more, his lips brushing against Anagan's in a kiss that was both a question and an answer. It was soft, almost hesitant, as if they were both afraid to break the fragile magic of the moment. But as their lips met, the connection deepened, and the kiss became a promise—of warmth, of safety, of love that would grow and bloom in the quiet spaces they carved out for each other.
Anagan responded with a gentle pressure of his own, his hand finding its way to the back of Ogron's neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of surrender, of trust, of the shared understanding that they were both stepping into something new, something profound.
As they pulled back, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, Ogron felt a sense of peace settle over him. Anagan's words still echoed in his mind, grounding him, reassuring him that this was where he was meant to be.
Another kiss met Anagan's lips, this one bolder, a touch hotter, filled with a feverish desire. Anagan responded in kind, feeling himself melt at his core as he was pulled into a strong embrace. As the heat between them grew, Anagan found himself sinking onto the cool grass, the earth beneath him a welcome contrast to the warmth surging within.
Ogron pulled away just enough to share panting breaths with Anagan before he was drawn back down. Their lips danced together, Anagan's hands exploring the architecture of Ogron's back, sides, and hips, before returning to his chest.
Ogron cupped Anagan's face, his touch both firm and gentle as their kisses grew more intense. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving only the two of them in the moment. Ogron's fingers threaded through Anagan's hair, his touch reverent, as if he were afraid of breaking the spell that had woven itself around them.
Anagan's heart pounded in his chest, a wild rhythm that matched the fervor of their kisses. Every brush of Ogron's lips against his sent sparks through his body, lighting up places within him that had long been dormant. He had never felt anything like this before—this deep, overwhelming sense of belonging.
As Ogron's hands roamed Anagan's body, exploring every curve and plane, Anagan felt himself surrendering completely. He wanted this—wanted Ogron—more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. The realization hit him with a force that left him breathless.
Ogron pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged, his eyes dark with desire. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, filled with a mix of urgency and concern.
Anagan met Ogron's gaze, his own eyes shining with emotion. "Yes," he whispered, his voice steady and sure. "I'm sure."
Ogron looked into his eyes, "say it again, please." The imposing authority that once threatened Anagan was gone, replaced by a gentle, soothing melody.
"I'm yours," lips met once more, "every part of me is yours. You may have me."
That was all the encouragement Ogron needed. He leaned down, capturing Anagan's lips in another searing kiss, his hands moving with more urgency now, exploring, loving. Anagan responded eagerly, his body arching into Ogron's touch, wanting—needing—more.
The once quiet night air was now filled with the sounds of their shared passion, the soft rustle of clothing, the gentle sighs and gasps as they gave themselves to each other completely. The garden, once a place of quiet reflection, now bore witness to the love that bloomed between them, a love that was as patient as the moon and as enduring as the stars.
When they finally reached the peak of their shared desire, it was like the world stood still, time slowing to a crawl as they lost themselves in each other. In that moment, nothing else existed—just the two of them, together, as they had always been meant to be.
As they lay together on the cool grass, their bodies tangled in the afterglow of their passion, Ogron held Anagan close, his heart filled with a profound sense of peace. Anagan nestled into Ogron's embrace, feeling more content than he ever had before.
The night sky stretched out above them, infinite and full of possibilities, but for now, all that mattered was this—this moment, this love, this promise of forever.
Ogron kissed the top of Anagan's head, his lips lingering there as he whispered, "You're mine, Anagan. And I'm yours. Always."
Anagan smiled against Ogron's chest, his heart swelling with love and contentment. "Always," he echoed, his voice soft and full of certainty.
And as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, the moonlight bathed them in its soft glow, a silent witness to the love that had finally been set free.
