Novels by Creamycummy

LORD KHYRONIS POVThe black tailored shirt which clung to my skin, felt like a second layer of chains. I stood motionless in front of the tall mirror as the maids made final adjustments, their hands fluttering like nervous moths. The fabric was expensive, perfectly fitted, and utterly humiliating. Why had that mortal dressed me up like some decorative doll? What game was he playing? Did he think adorning me in fine clothes would make me forget the cage I was still trapped in?I shook my head as my jaw clenched as memories of the dressing room flooded back. Caelum’s fingers on my neck. The deliberate brush of his thumb against my throat gave me goosebumps. The way his hand had slid down to my waist, felt possessive and warm at the same time. The audacity of that filthy mortal. He had dared to touch me…a god, as if I were his property. I hated it. I hated the way my pulse had quickened under his grip. I hated the strange heat that had flared in my chest when his emerald eyes lo

CAELUM POVThe breakfast unfolded exactly as expected, with resistance, pride, and that delicious flicker of humiliation I had anticipated.He entertained me more than I planned.Originally, he was meant to be nothing more than a birthday offering. A rare acquisition for a dear friend who collects beauties for collections. But now…Now I found myself reconsidering. If he behaves well, perhaps I will keep him. If he breaks beautifully, I certainly will.I nodded faintly at the thought and signaled one of my guards forward with a subtle motion of my fingers. He appeared at once and bowed.“How is everything proceeding?” I asked without looking up from the book in my hand.“He remains seated as instructed, Boss. No disturbances.”“Good.” I turned a page. “Bring me the tablet.”The guard straightened, touching the comm embedded in his collar. “Deliver the Master’s tablet immediately.”While I waited, my mind drifted back to Khyronis. Even in that ridiculous floral shirt and shorts my styl

Lord Khyronis’s POV Steam curled around me, heavy with the scent of lavender and rosemary. The servants’ fingers were light, their movements practiced and reverent, as if they were polishing an antique rather than washing a man. Against my will, the knots in my shoulders began to unravel. I fought the sensation. Warmth was a lure; comfort was a silk-lined cage. They stepped back, eyes lowered as they offered a silk robe. "Wear this," one whispered, her voice trembling a bit. "We have your clothes ready. Please... do not fight us." I followed them into the bedchamber, where the other two held up the garments they had chosen I guess. I stared at the fabric. A navy blue shirt exploded with bright hibiscus blossoms, paired with matching shorts. I slipped them on, the soft fabric feeling like a mockery against my skin. "Master’s taste is... unique," one maid chirped, stifling a giggle. "Tell me, dear god, don't you look quite cute?" My jaw tightened. The word cute fe

Lord Khyronis Pov“Get those chains off him,” the first maid ordered firmly.The two maids behind her immediately obeyed. They hurried forward, their hands quick and careful as they unlocked the iron cuffs binding my ankles. The cold bite of metal loosened at last, and when the chains clattered to the floor, I dragged my legs back toward myself, stretching them with slow satisfaction.A breath escaped me, heavy and sharp. Finally, No longer tethered like some beaten dog, no longer bound like a criminal on display. My body was still caged in walls, but at least my limbs were mine again.“Sir,” the first maid began, her voice polite though uncertain, “what’s your name?”My head turned toward her, my gaze sharp enough to pierce stone. She dared ask me that? A mortal asking to know my name, the name that once shook worlds and silenced armies?“You dare,” I said, my voice low and thunderous, “to ask the name of one who once ruled realms beyond your petty comprehensi

Lord Khyronis Pov“Two hundred million!”The number exploded again through the hall, echoing against the golden walls and shaking every heart in the room. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to freeze. Faces turned, eyes widened, and a murmur spread like wildfire through the crowd. “Two hundred million. It wasn’t just a bid, it was madness, history in the making.” I heard someone said The auctioneer’s hand trembled as he clutched the gavel. His forehead gleamed with sweat, his mouth dry as if the figure itself had stolen the air from his lungs. He stuttered at first, his lips moving before the sound came out.“Two hundred million… g-going once!”The hall went deathly silent. The sea of rich men and women, draped in silk and jewels, leaned forward in their seats. Their eyes glimmered with hunger, envy, disbelief… each one wishing it had been them bold enough to call out that price. No one breathed. No one dared interrupt. Hahaha, it looks like they can't beat

Lord Khyronis PovThe numbers climbed higher and higher, but at first, I didn’t understand. I thought it was some twisted game, another way to mock me. But then the truth hit me like a blade driven straight through my chest.They weren’t gambling.They weren’t testing me.They were selling me.An auction.My jaw tightened behind the tape, my eyes widening as the voices roared around me. These mortals… these weaklings, were shouting prices as if I were nothing more than a rare jewel, a piece of art, an animal to be caged and owned.Rage burned in me, hotter than fire. My chest rose and fell with violent breaths, my fists curling so tight the veins throbbed against my skin. My glare cut through the crowd, but they didn’t see a god. They saw a prize.Inside, I was screaming. I wanted to tear through the bars, rip the cloth from their faces, and show them what true power felt like. But I couldn’t. Not yet. For my powers were stripped off.So I sat there, trapped,