Pregnant by the Prince of Lust(BL)

Chapter 1: Falling into the Book of Lust

Nathan

I really should stop reading erotica books at 3 AM as a college student.

My dorm room was dark except for the blue glow of my laptop screen. Empty energy drink cans and snack wrappers littered my desk. My sweatpants were already pushed down to my thighs, one hand lazily stroking my hard cock while the other scrolled through the latest Chapter of The Book of Lust.

This was my guilty pleasure. My obsession.

The Seven Deadly Sins series was supposed to be a dark fantasy epic about cursed princes, collapsing kingdoms, prophecies, and the end of the world.

But I didn’t give a fuck about any of that.

I skipped the entire Chapters about wars, betrayals, and cultivation battles just to get to the good parts — the filthy, shameless smut.

And no one wrote smut like Author Nude, the mastermind behind the entire franchise.

I bit my lip as I read the scene again for the third time tonight.

Prince Azriel was deep in his rut, having a threesome with two omegas. Each time he thrust into an omega, I found myself stroking my cock.

"Fuck... yes," I whispered, my eyes glued to the screen.

This was it. What I live for.

In the book, Azriel was kissing one of the omegas while fucking the other from behind.

I imagined myself in that hall, on my knees, waiting for him to reach me. My hole clenched at the thought, and I moaned softly, stroking myself harder.

The scene was reaching its peak as Azriel was about to cum. But suddenly, his eyes turned completely blood-red as the omega he was fucking fainted under his arms and fell.

"Oh... another one dead," Azriel chuckled darkly.

The author described his voice as terrifyingly composed, possessing a soft-spoken, elegant tone that made my skin crawl just reading it.

In the text, he callously kicked the dead omega away and turned his gaze to the second one. Seeing his companion lifeless on the floor, the remaining omega panicked and tried to escape, scrambling desperately toward the heavy doors of the grand hall.

But Azriel didn’t chase after him.

The narration heavily emphasized his golden rule: He does not chase. He allows you to fall.

Instead, the paragraph detailed how Azriel simply let his Pheromone Dominance completely flood the hall. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

A suffocating wave of black orchid, red spider lily, and heavy sandalwood exploded from his skin, and the text described the air turning into a thick, intoxicating trap that made the escaping omega’s knees buckle.

Then, utilizing his Crimson Bloom ability, Azriel lazily extended a hand.

The text painted a vivid picture of dark, thorned vines wrapped in glowing red spider lilies erupting out of the stone floor like striking serpents. They wrapped viciously around the fleeing omega’s ankles and chest, their thorns sinking into his flesh to aggressively drain his spiritual energy.

"Stay," Azriel commanded.

The author wrote that his Celestial Voice rippled through the air, carrying a heavy spiritual influence that shattered what little resistance the omega had left, forcing his mind to bend completely to the prince’s will.

But it was already too late.

The book described the combined force of the energy-draining thorns and the overwhelming pheromones as too much for a regular mortal.

The omega’s eyes rolled back, his body going entirely limp as the vines dropped him lifelessly to the ground.

Azriel didn’t care about the corpses at all. The paragraphs explained that the Devouring Desire Curse painted across his soul left him with an eternal hunger—the more he consumed, the more he craved and his unholy rut was nowhere near satisfied.

"Bring them all! I need more!" he screamed, his voice booming through the text.

The guards outside hurried immediately, scrambling across Katula to gather fresh sacrifices to bring into his castle.

I absolutely loved this scene.

A devious smile stretched across my face as I kept stroking. More omegas meant more massive orgy scenes, more depravity, and more unhinged smut for me to devour.

My breathing grew ragged as I got closer and closer to my own climax. Then, right at the peak, my vision suddenly blurred.

The words on the screen started swimming.

A sharp, blinding headache pierced my skull out of nowhere. The room spun violently, making me lose my grip entirely.

What the—?

And everything went black.

When I regained consciousness, my head was pounding and my body felt... wrong.

My eyelids felt heavier than lead, sticking together as I slowly forced them open. The harsh, blue glare of my laptop screen was completely gone. There were no empty energy drink cans, no messy desk, and no familiar college dorm walls.

Instead, I found myself staring up into a dimly lit, vaulted crimson room. The dark stone ceiling high above cast long, sweeping shadows, making the massive chamber look like a spider’s lair.

The air itself was thick, suffocatingly hot, and completely saturated with an intoxicating, heavy fog.

Crimson flowers, vibrant red spider lilies, and rare, dark blooms were arranged aggressively around the room.

The scent rolled over my senses in dizzying waves: a complex, seductive blend of rich black orchid, the sharp sweetness of the red spider lilies, deep sandalwood, and the lingering sting of expensive incense smoke.

It was the exact combination of pheromones I had just been reading about. It was so potent it made my head spin, instantly drugging my mind and causing a strange, empty ache to ripple straight down to my thighs.

I tried to sit up, but the sheets beneath me were pure, heavy silk that clung to my entirely naked skin.

A sudden, suffocating pressure dropped onto the room, so heavy it practically pinned me flat against the bed. The air grew dense, carrying a terrifying, ancient aura that commanded absolute submission.

My breath hitched.

That was when I noticed a movement in the dark corner of the chamber.

A tall, imposing silhouette stepped out from the shadows of the silk canopy, the heavy incense smoke parting around his broad shoulders like a shroud. He moved with the silent, terrifying grace of an apex predator.

I froze, my heart hammering violently against my ribs as I looked up.

Through the crimson gloom, two glowing, wine-red eyes were staring straight down at me, overflowing with an unholy, insatiable hunger.

A cold sweat broke out across my body as the horrifying truth locked into place. I knew those merciless, bleeding eyes. I knew that heavy, devastating pressure was pinning me down because it was just as described in the books.

I had literally transmigrated into the novel, and the man standing staring at me was none other than Azriel, the prince of lust.