Chapter 6: Deskbound Destiny
The walk from the break room to the executive suite was a blur of carpeted silence and distant phone chatter. Taichi’s heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, a counterpoint to the deep, dull ache pulsing low in his gut. The bond was a live wire, pulling him forward, making his skin feel too tight and hypersensitive. He could already smell it—the ozone-and-rainforest scent cutting through the sterile office air, growing stronger with each step.
He didn’t knock. The ornate double doors were slightly ajar, an unspoken command. Pushing one open, he entered the obsidian-and-ebony sanctuary.
Ryuu stood with his back to him, a silhouette against the floor-to-ceiling windows, the late afternoon sun casting the skyline in fire and shadow. He wasn’t looking at the view. His reflection in the glass watched Taichi enter, the gold in his eyes glowing like banked embers.
“Close the door,” Ryuu said, his voice a low vibration that bypassed Taichi’s ears and resonated directly in his chest.
Taichi pushed the heavy door shut. The click of the lock engaging was deafening.
“You kept me waiting.” Ryuu didn’t turn. “Every second you were away from me is a second wasted. The bond needs proximity. The young needs stability.”
“I was just—” Taichi began, his voice thin.
In a movement too swift to track, Ryuu was on him. There was no preamble, no seduction. One moment Taichi was standing by the door, the next he was spun around and slammed face-first into the cool, polished mahogany of the massive desk. The impact drove the air from his lungs. Papers—quarterly reports, financial projections—scattered like frightened birds.
A heavy, hot weight pressed against his back. Ryuu’s breath was scalding against the nape of his neck. “You smell of her. Of worry. Of mundane things.” A large hand snaked around his waist, yanking his belt open with a single, brutal tug. “I’ll cleanse it.”
“Ryuu, wait—” Taichi gasped, panic spiking. He was still sore, tender from the last time, his body not yet reconciled to the violation of scale and shape.
“No.” The denial was final. His trousers and briefs were ripped down to his thighs in one rough motion, the fabric straining then giving way. The conditioned office air hit his exposed skin, raising goosebumps that were immediately overridden by the sheer heat radiating from the man pinning him. “You are mine. This”—a hand smoothed possessively over the curve of Taichi’s ass, then dipped between his cheeks—“is mine. It serves my purpose. Our purpose.”
Taichi felt the thick, blunt head of Ryuu’s cock press against him. It wasn’t human. It was hotter, impossibly rigid, and already slick with a fluid that wasn’t quite precum. It smelled of lightning and deep earth.
There was no preparation, no gentleness. Only a hoarse, guttural growl against his ear. “Mine.”
And Ryuu sheathed himself inside in one relentless, splitting thrust.
Taichi screamed. The sound was strangled, absorbed by the rich wood. It was a feeling of being brutally opened, stretched beyond capacity, filled to the point of rupture. The soreness flared into a white-hot agony that blurred his vision. He clawed at the desk, his fingers scraping against the carved serpentine motifs.
Ryuu didn’t pause. He withdrew almost completely, then plunged back in, setting a punishing rhythm that rocked Taichi’s whole body against the desk. Each thrust was a claim, a branding. The desk creaked in protest.
“You feel it,” Ryuu grunted, his hips a relentless piston. “You feel the bond burning brighter. Every stroke feeds it. Every drop I pour into you anchors our child deeper.”
Taichi could only sob, a mixture of pain and a shocking, shameful spike of pleasure that began to weave through the torment. His body, under the magical compulsion of the bond, was betraying him, softening, yielding, trying to accommodate the monstrous intrusion. He was wet, messy, the sounds obscenely loud in the quiet office.
“That’s it,” Ryuu murmured, his voice dropping to a venomous, possessive purr. “Take it. Take your lord’s cock. Your cunt is made for this. For being fucked full. For being bred.”
The filthy words sent a jolt through Taichi. He was hard, his own cock trapped and leaking against the cold mahogany. The shame of it, the sheer degradation of being taken like this over spreadsheets and corporate documents, fueled a paradoxical heat.
Ryuu’s pace became erratic, more brutal. He leaned over, covering Taichi completely, his teeth grazing the juncture of neck and shoulder. “I’ll keep you like this,” he promised, his thrusts becoming shallow, deep, pounding jabs. “Pregnant and heavy with my heir. Your pretty little human body swelling with my power. You’ll waddle around this office, everyone will see what you are. What I’ve done to you.”
The image, vile and thrilling, combined with the frantic stimulation against his prostate, pushed Taichi over an edge he didn’t know he was approaching. He came with a broken cry, splattering the underside of the desk, his body clamping down violently around the invader.
The convulsion triggered Ryuu’s own climax. With a roar that sounded more beast than man, he buried himself to the hilt and unleashed. Taichi felt the scalding rush, pulse after pulse after impossible pulse, filling him, flooding him, until a hot, slick wave of it overflowed and dripped down his trembling thighs.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the faint hum of the city below.
Slowly, Ryuu withdrew. The sensation of emptiness was profound, a gaping void followed by the immediate, warm trickle of his release.
Ryuu turned him around, his hands surprisingly gentle now. He looked down at Taichi’s tear-streaked face, his flushed chest, his ruined clothes. His thumb brushed a tear away. The gold in his eyes had softened to a warm, molten glow.
“It is done,” he said, his voice once more the smooth, CEO cadence, though laced with a deep satisfaction. “The offering is accepted. The nest is fortified.”
He carefully pulled Taichi’s trousers up, fastening them with an odd, domestic tenderness that contrasted violently with the previous minutes. He righted the chair behind the desk and guided Taichi into it. Taichi sat, feeling disembodied, used, profoundly altered. The heat in his core was a roaring furnace now.
Ryuu knelt before him, an act of shocking submission from such a being. He pressed his ear to Taichi’s abdomen, closing his eyes. A slow smile touched his lips. “Strong. He’s strong.”
He looked up, meeting Taichi’s shell-shocked gaze. “Rest here. I’ll have dinner brought to you. You will not leave this office tonight.” He stood, seamlessly reassuming his mantle of authority, as if he hadn’t just ravaged an employee on his desk. “We have much to discuss. About your new duties. About the future.”
He walked to the window, his back to Taichi once more, a king surveying his domain. Taichi stared at his profile, at the impossible reality of him, feeling the potent evidence of their union seeping into his clothes. He was a vessel now. A claimed thing.
And a treacherous, secret part of him, still thrumming with the echoes of violent pleasure, sang in agreement.