Free Web NovelChapter 10: Never Enough Pleasure
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Pleasure, obsession, and carnal desire—I owned it all. I was the absolute master of every depraved craving in this realm, yet I could never get enough.
Never enough.
All around me, a chaotic symphony of raw, sexual indulgence filled the grand chambers of my pleasure salon.
I had assembled an exquisite collection of male and female omegas, their bodies standardly tangled together in breathtaking acts of debauchery, performing every imaginable sin while I watched from my throne.
Threesomes and foursomes blurred together in a sea of tangled limbs, and wet, rhythmic sounds of deep suction and breathless moans echoing off the walls as they pleasured one another solely for my entertainment.
"Your Highness... I am ready," whispered Eiren, my top concubine. He was the one whose delicate body I had spent countless, ungodly hours deep inside, and right now, he was draped all over me.
Eiren was an exceptionally beautiful creature, possessing pale, translucent, lily-white skin that contrasted sharply with his long, cascading wine-red hair, which was uniquely tipped with pure white ends. He smelled intoxicating—like burning roses and sweet ash.
Eiren began by rhythmically massaging the tension from my shoulders, before trailing slow kisses down the slope of my neck.
Other high-tier concubines surrounded us, their soft hands expertly massaging my thighs, while one particularly eager male omega knelt directly between my legs, taking the full, heavy length of my cock entirely into his mouth.
A dark, wicked grin spread across my face.
I reached down, my fingers wrapping violently into his hair, and pushed him lower, forcing him to take me deeper until I could feel the thick head of my cock pressing against the very back of his throat.
"Yes... more," I growled, tightening my grip on his hair to dictate the punishing depth of his throat-fucking, while I relaxed backward against Eiren’s chest, enjoying the firm pressure of his hands on my shoulders.
Reaching out to the side, I picked up a lit silk-wax candle. I tilted it slowly, letting the scalding, hot wax drip directly onto the trembling skin of the concubine beneath me, watching him shiver in a perfect mix of pain and ecstasy.
My personal concubines were entirely different from the mere sex slaves I picked exclusively for my feral ruts. Those sacrificial slaves were fundamentally fragile; they always ended up brutally torn apart and dead by the time my rut concluded. But my concubines were built to endure. They didn’t die from having sex with me because I deliberately shared a fraction of my dark cultivation energy with them during the act. The demonic essence infused into their veins kept them alive through the intensity of my lust, allowing them to continuously serve me the infinite pleasure I demanded.
"Your Highness, is it time?" Eiren murmured softly against my ear as he reached over to present a long, slender, silver-stemmed pipe. It was packed with a specialized, flowery herb that carried a heavily intoxicating, sweet flavor I favored above all else.
I nodded in response, sliding my hand from the omega’s hair to take the pipe from Eiren’s fingers. I took a deep, dragging pull, letting the thick, floral smoke settle deep in my lungs before puffing it out in a slow, ghostly cloud.
But as the smoke swirled in the air, a sudden, vivid memory flashed unbidden into my mind.
Dark blue eyes.
I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, aggressively trying to figure out where the hell I had seen those specific eyes. I knew with absolute certainty they belonged to someone from my rut a week ago, but the sheer, blinding madness of the curse had left the details hazy.
The rut had entirely consumed my sanity, but looking back, it had yielded the greatest, most profound pleasure I had experienced in centuries. Not even Eiren’s expert mouth could measure up to what that specific omega had given me. But it was a pointless thought; the boy was undoubtedly dead by now, discarded with the rest of the dead omegas.
"Your Highness, I have lit the aphrodisiac incense," Eiren announced smoothly. He gently pushed the kneeling omega out from between my thighs, taking his place on the floor and taking my cock into his own mouth, sucking with a fierce, possessive hunger.
I rolled my head backward against the cushions, exhaling another heavy cloud of the floral smoke.
"Easy now, Eiren," I murmured darkly.
I set the silver pipe aside, reached down, and grabbed his slim waist. Pulling him directly up onto my lap, I hoisted his hips and lined him up before dropping him squarely down onto my massive length.
Eiren let out a loud, breathless moan, his head rolling back in sheer ecstasy as I began thrusting upward into him with absolutely no mercy. The surrounding concubines immediately rushed toward him like moths to a flame, desperately kissing his lips, tearing the rest of his silk robes from his pale skin, while one of the female concubines leaned down to expertly suck his cock.
I let out a deep, satisfied grunt, loving the chaotic, hedonistic display as I pounded harder and deeper inside him.
Pleasure. It was the only thing that temporarily quieted the overwhelming weight of my primordial sin. But no matter how many times I took pleasure, or how thoroughly I drained the lust out of the pathetic creatures around me, I never felt truly satisfied.
Until that single night a week ago.
If only that blue-eyed boy had somehow survived.
Suddenly, the heavy, reinforced doors to the pleasure salon burst wide open, and my eyes fluttered open in an instant.
A dark, lethal aura flared around my body. Who the hell possessed the audacity to disrupt my beautiful, perfect moment?
"Your Highness, General Malachi seeks your immediate audience," the royal announcer spoke, his voice shaking so violently he could barely articulate the words. freewēbnoveℓ.com
I didn’t stop my rhythmic thrusts.
The depraved actions of the concubines around me didn’t stop either; I didn’t give a damn if the entire vanguard saw me completely naked. I never had. But what I absolutely loathed was being interrupted.
Since it was Malachi, however, there had to be a catastrophic reason for his intrusion.
"Send him in," I responded slowly, my voice dripping with cold authority.
The inner doors parted, and Malachi marched firmly into the decadent room. I kept my eyes closed, continuing to ruthlessly drive myself inside of Eiren, whose high-pitched screams and breathless moans echoed loudly off the walls.
"Speak," I muttered the command the moment I felt Malachi’s presence halt before my dais.
But then, out of nowhere, a scent hit me.
White lotus.
The sharp, distinct aroma of pure white lotus cut directly through the heavy incense, the burning roses, and the musk of the room. It was the exact same scent from the chaotic night of my feral rut.
My heart gave a sudden, violent thud against my ribs. It couldn’t be. There was no way in hell that peasant could have survived the violence of my demonic essence.
How was it humanly possible? He had been entirely unresponsive, bleeding and practically dead when I had finished taking him. He wasn’t supposed to be alive.
My eyes fluttered open instantly as the white lotus scent suddenly grew overwhelming, completely flooding my senses and triggering a sudden, explosive spike of pleasure deep within my gut.
The reaction was so intense it forced me to drive my cock one last, punishing time inside of Eiren, a dark grunt tearing from my throat.
I looked past Malachi’s shoulder, my sharp gaze locking onto the bound, trembling omega standing directly behind him.
I always, without fail, forgot the pathetic faces of the sex slaves used during my ruts. But this boy... I remembered him perfectly.
And I knew his name was Seraphel.
