Free Web NovelChapter 22: Locked in the Domain of Lust
Nathan/ Seraphel
I scrambled to my feet, rushing toward the heavy obsidian door and flinging it open. The corridor outside was entirely empty. There wasn’t a single guard in sight. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
It was impossible. A whole battalion couldn’t just vanish into thin air, and Azriel’s corpse shouldn’t have disappeared.
"They didn’t disappear, you naive little omega. It was all entirely in your head... because I planted it there," Azriel’s voice smoothy purred.
But it wasn’t a telepathic echo this time. The sound came from behind me.
I spun around, my breath catching in my throat. Sitting lazily in the center of the room was a massive, glowing crimson throne carved from shining blood-crystals—an imposing structure that definitely hadn’t been in the room two minutes ago.
"Because the reality is, you left your room the exact second those servants walked out," Azriel said softly, a dangerous, beautiful smile playing on his lips.
The moment the words left his mouth, the illusion completely dissolved. The elegant, standard guest room began to shift, the walls expanding and darkening into a dark room draped in heavy black silks, explicit gold chains, and a massive, plush bed wrapped in dark velvet sheets. It was a room explicitly designed for pleasure.
"You have been trapped in my reality from the very beginning..."
"The Domain of Temptation," I whispered, finishing the sentence for him as the horrific realization dawned on me.
Azriel nodded slowly, thoroughly amused. "I am glad to see you are not entirely clueless, human. Though I must give you credit—failing so miserably to end my life was highly entertaining," he chuckled, leaning back against his crimson throne.
"Did you honestly think that deliberately digging your fingernails into your palm to cause physical pain would lock me out of your head? It might have worked for a brief second during our first encounter, but the effect wears off quickly. After all, I am Azriel. I am the supreme mind-reader of this entire universe. A simple, foolish tactic like yours could never keep me out. I decide when to enter your mind, when to leave it, and exactly when to control it."
He chuckled gently, letting out a soft, mocking tutting sound. "Humans truly never cease to surprise me. You all are always the exact same bunch of annoying, predictable pests."
There was a subtle edge of profound annoyance bleeding through his smooth, velvety tone. Azriel’s voice remained low, quiet, and terrifyingly calm and that lack of outward rage was precisely what made him the craziest, deadliest monster among the Seven Sins.
"So..." I finally managed to find my voice, my knees trembling beneath my silver robes. "You always knew? You knew from the second you walked in that I... I wanted to kill you?"
He offered a slow, deliberate nod.
My stomach completely dropped. That was why I couldn’t leave the book. The entire assassination had been a playground he built just to watch me squirm.
"I am a Sin, mortal. I cannot be killed," he chuckled darkly, his eyes flashing a dangerous crimson. "When will you learn that I am the one who dictates when you—"
"Die!" I yelled, completely snapping. I didn’t let him finish his arrogant sentence. Driven by pure panic, I lunged forward, throwing my entire weight toward him.
But before my boots could even clear the floor, a cluster of thick, thorny black vines erupted from the ground like striking vipers. They wrapped violently around my wrists and ankles, instantly stopping my momentum and slamming me hard against the mattress of the massive pleasure bed.
I gasped as the vines tightened, locking me flat on my back, completely star-eagled and utterly pinned.
"You never learn, do you, human?" Azriel’s tone completely shifted, the soft amusement vanishing into a deep low tone that vibrated through the mattress. His crimson eyes brightened into a blinding, predatory glow as he tilted his head, staring intensely at my bound form. "You can never escape me, nor can you kill me, because I hold absolute dominion over your very life. I can do with your body whatever I please."
In the literal blink of an eye, his silhouette blurred. Suddenly, he was standing directly over me, his massive frame blocking out the candlelight.
"I have to admit... if you were not bearing my mark, or carrying the child of death, I would have already hung your severed head on a spike outside the palace gates," he murmured, offering a slow, wicked wink. He crawled onto the mattress, sliding his body directly over mine. "Aside from liars, do you want to know who else I absolutely despise the most?"
Before I could even process the question, his large hand ripped downward, grabbing the hem of my silver silk robes and violently yanking my inner pants straight off my legs.
In the blink of an eye, I was left bare naked in front of him.
My eyes widened to the size of saucers, and a scream tore from my throat.
"I utterly loathe disobedience, dishonesty, and sheer foolishness," Azriel whispered against my lips, his hand sliding down between my thighs. "If you had simply continued to play the innocent, fragile omega, perhaps I wouldn’t have felt compelled to discipline you like this."
"What the hell do you think you’re doing?! Get off me! What—"
My words were instantly choked out into a sharp, breathless gasp as his long, elegant fingers gripped my cock, which was already fully erected and throbbing from the maddening influence of the mating mark.
Before I could even comprehend his movements, Azriel reached into the folds of his crimson robes and pulled out a sleek, beautifully carved restriction needle-plug fashioned from polished blood-jade. Without a shred of hesitation, he aligned the smooth jade rod with the small opening on my cock and slid it directly inside, blocking me entirely from cumming or squirting.
"You..." I gasped out, my vision instantly blurring as a sharp, hyper-sensitive spike of intense friction shot straight through my groin.
Even though I wasn’t fully accustomed to the depraved mechanics of this fantasy world, I had skimmed enough of Author Nude’s raunchy Chapters to know exactly what this device was. It was Azriel’s signature, toxic kinky fantasy—an absolute denial plug used to lock omegas on the brink of ecstasy, forcing them to endure hours of agonizing, beautiful stimulation without ever being allowed to release or squirt, keeping them entirely dependent on his mercy until he was personally satisfied.
Azriel grinned wickedly, his palm securely grabbing my cock after ensuring the blood-jade plug was deeply secured in the small opening. "I certainly hope you possess the endurance to hold it in, my dear omega," he grinned.
He slid his hand down my balls, his long fingers gripping them with a firm, merciless squeeze until a loud, pathetic moan violently escaped from my throat.
"Oh, you are making sounds already. That is exactly how I know you are ready for me," he chuckled lightly, his breath hot against my cheek. "After all, who can resist lust?"
He was right. I hated it with every fiber of my being, but he was absolutely right. All it took was a single touch of his hand, and my legs were already shaking uncontrollably against the velvet sheets. The overwhelming heat in my core became ten times worse when I felt his other hand slide beneath my hips, his long, slender fingers ruthlessly thrusting inside my hole.
"Oh, you are already dripping wet for me. You are so hungry for me, human," he chuckled darkly.
I groaned, squirming under him as his fingers aggressively scissoring inside my hole sent waves of white-hot pleasure straight to my blocked core. My eyes rolled completely back into my head as I helplessly struggled under him.
At this rate, it was I who would die of pleasure.
