Free Web NovelChapter 23: The Most Beautiful Sin
Nathan\Seraphel
Pleasure.
An overwhelming amount of pleasure was what I felt building up in my cock. Because that blood-jade restriction plug was wedged tightly inside the opening, the desperate urge to cum had nowhere to go, trapping the friction inside my groin until it drove me completely crazy.
But Azriel looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. The look he gave me was a heavy, sultry stare that made violent shivers spread through my body each time his chest brushed against mine.
"Why..." I moaned out loud as his hand stroked even faster against the trapped heat. "Why are you doing this..." I forced the words through gritted teeth, my head rolling backward into the dark velvet sheets.
My thighs shook terribly as his long fingers slid downward, ruthlessly playing with my balls.
Azriel chuckled lightly, his dark red eyes holding me pinned. "You have such a small frame, human. I am almost afraid that I might break you if I am not entirely careful," he murmured slowly.
His touch trailed further down to my twitching hole, and before I could even draw a breath, I felt his fingers bury themselves deep inside of me.
I moaned loudly as he worked his fingers inside. He really was terrifyingly good with his hands, scissoring his fingers deep within my core until I felt like I was floating entirely on cloud nine.
My blocked cock throbbed even harder, begging for a release that wouldn’t come.
"Please," I groaned out, biting my lower lip so hard that I tasted the sharp tang of blood on my tongue. "Please..." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
"Why are you begging me, human?" Azriel asked softly, his expression turning amused as he added another finger to the stretch. "You slit my throat with a fork, and then you dropped to your knees and begged me to wake up, promising you would do anything. Yet here you are, immediately going against your words. I utterly loathe those who don’t keep their promises."
His tone changed immediately, dropping into something much darker yet still terrifyingly soft-spoken. He gripped my waist, raising my hips a little bit up from the mattress as he drove his fingers even deeper inside of me.
Every form of broken moan escaped my throat. The relentless invasion made my insides twitch uncontrollably, and I desperately squirmed under his weight.
But Azriel didn’t let me go, maintaining his ruthless pace as he drove deep inside of me.
"Please..."
"Ah." He paused abruptly, his wet fingers still buried deep inside me. He placed my hips back onto the bed and slowly withdrew his hand from my hole.
The thick slick dripped down his fingers as his crimson eyes, now a dark, predatory red, stared straight into my blown-out pupils. "Your body is already craving for my cock. And here I thought your mind would have fought harder to keep it from reacting that way."
A bitter frown formed on my face at his mocking words. Who the hell wouldn’t be aroused and wet while trapped in front of someone like him? He was called the Prince of Lust for a reason.
Azriel chuckled lightly, easily picking the thoughts right out of my head, but I didn’t care. That was not even what I should be focusing on right now.
I was completely bound by his vines while he used me for his mindless fun.
"The Prince of Lust," he repeated slowly, leaning down until his lips almost brushed mine, though he deliberately kept our bodies from making full contact. "I have to say, that is the prettiest title I have ever received. Elysium called me an incubus, claiming I was doomed to spend my entire existence sleeping with numerous people just to survive. My brothers simply call me a sex beast." He chuckled lightly, a cold darkness bleeding through his amusement. "But I don’t care about any of those insults. Because do you know what this curse actually brought me? Something no regular mortal or god could ever achieve. A supreme, limitless amount of pleasure."
He laughed, the sound echoing sharply against the heavy black silks of the room, and I rolled my eyes at his unhinged reaction. He was completely losing himself in his own arrogance.
"I live within lust itself. I get exactly what I want, and I fuck whosoever I want," he said, his voice rising with a strange, dark grandeur that made the entire domain vibrate. "Lust is not a dirty sin, little omega. It is the most beautiful, honest thing in this universe. It strips away all your lies, your status, and your pride, leaving you entirely bare. To hold absolute dominion over desire, to be the one who decides who burns and who begs... isn’t that the greatest power in the world?"
I just stared at him as he gave his speech, his words making a horrific memory flash in my mind. I remembered the pits. The dark, hidden pit filled with the rotting bodies of the omegas who had died because of his curse.
Here he was, smiling and proud of being the Prince of Lust, while dozens of omegas had lost their lives, treated like absolute nothing and left to decay inside that pit. He was happy to have taken their lives through the curse of lust.
Azriel’s eyes met mine again, and the intense, sharp way he stared down at me sent a cold shiver straight down my spine. I knew he was reading my mind again.
"Why should I care about a human life?" Azriel asked, his voice entirely devoid of remorse. "They are nothing but trash that I rule over. Those omegas knew exactly what they were doing when they gave their lives over to me. Their greedy families get heavily compensated for their deaths. Their parents and siblings get to live an amazing life, drowning in wealth for the rest of their days. Their sacrifice was never in vain, because they knew exactly what they were putting their lives on the line for."
I frowned, staring angrily up at him. He truly didn’t care about anyone aside from himself. "What... you don’t care about those whose lives had been completely lost due to this?"
He shrugged, offering me another calm, beautiful smile. "Why should I care about the pathetic lives of omegas? Humans, at that. I have lived for thousands of years, bedded so many humans, and watched so many die that I stopped counting the numbers centuries ago. So tell me, white lotus, why the hell should I care about some pathetic lives?"
"And you wouldn’t have cared if I had died in there?" I suddenly asked. I didn’t even know why I was asking him that kind of question. I was the one who had found myself trapped in that horrific pit to begin with.
What the hell was I expecting from a Sin?
"Right, human. I am the one who ordered for you to be thrown into that pit, so why the hell do you think that I would care?" Azriel said it with a completely straight face, totally devoid of any human emotion.
"Somehow, you managed to survive, which I suppose is your destiny. And now you are carrying the child of destiny, which gave you a second chance. That is exactly why you should be thankful that you are having a child for the Prince of Lust—because without it, you would be rotting just like the rest of those pathetic omegas in that pit."
