Chapter 179 - Frustration Marks

                                    

                                          
"Ugh," he groaned as he slowly opened his eyes.
'It... hurts...' Pier winced when he felt the sudden pain that spread throughout his back the moment he tried to move.
Gritting his teeth, he slowly manifested his healing magic and applied it to his body. The soothing feeling of his ache being healed as seconds passed by gave him comfort.
"Always," he closed his eyes again as the last bit of pain finally disappeared.
'Every time I wake up after we do it my back hurts!' The young king complained in his mind.
"Mhm" It did not help as well that muscular and well-built arms were wrapped around his waist as if he was a bolster pillow.
'Argh!' He wanted to roll his eyes in frustration but it was only for a short moment.
The flashbacks of what they did instantly made his face flush like a tomato. 
Hiding half of his face using the blanket, Pier looked at the ceiling of the room they were in. It was similar to their room on the palace but this one had contrasting colors of beautiful brown wood and cream color-themed surroundings.
His gaze then shifted to the windows.
'Wow...' He was amazed at how big the windows were. Even bigger than the ones in their room. 
If he stood beside it, he will probably look like a miniature figurine at the very least. The beautiful light caramel curtains that draped from the window's furthest position were nice to view.
It was like an old-fashioned mansion in the modern world where he used to live as Eliam but had a touch of modernization as well.
The bed itself was huge. It was enough to fit an approximate of twenty people with their hands spread out. 
'He owns this place?' Pier asked and at the same time, Ciaran's arms pulled him closer to the man's chest.
'This horny bastard owns this place?' He wanted to confirm it but Ciaran does not know how to lie well especially if it was in the heat of the moment with them exploring each other's bodies.
Literally.
Whether the man hurt the feelings of those around him, Ciaran would speak what was in his mind. Not that he had anything mean to say to Pier.
"If I am a normal person, I would've died the first night we did it," he grumbled like a child.
'I-I'm sleepy, F-Fenrir...' Pier remembered what he said last night making him blush again.
'I'm close, my love, a little bit more,' he hid his face fully inside the blanket as he reminisced Ciaran's response.
"Enough!" He finally had the courage to get up but before he could do so, his eyes wafted towards what was under the blanket.
Ciaran's arms were indeed around him but that's not what made him stop.
"I... I look like I've been attacked by a beast..." he pondered over the idea for a few more minutes.
There were marks everywhere. His feet, hands, thighs, chest, neck, everywhere. 
The marks weren't just red either. Some were bite marks and others were close to bruising. 
Slowly, Pier's eyes widened at the surprise he got. No, should he even be surprised at this point?
The man beside him was similar to a predator that does not stop mauling him unless he was completely satisfied.