Free Web NovelChapter 24: The pleasure bed
Nathan /Seraphel
He didn’t care. He never cared. These heavy words kept echoing in my head over and over again, and with each passing second, I felt myself clenching my fists even tighter against the dark velvet sheets.
What the hell was I even thinking? To imagine that if I mentioned myself, he would somehow treat me differently?
Get off your high horse, Nathan. You are currently tied down to a pleasure bed. Why on earth did you think you would be any different to him? The painful question lingered in my mind as my eyes met Azriel’s dark red glare, and finally, unable to take the suffocating weight of it anymore, I snapped and yelled at him.
"You jerk! You are a complete piece of shit, do you know that? I actually thought that maybe you’d feel a shred of remorse for those dead omegas, but you really don’t care at all, do you? Are human lives really that useless to you? Oh, fuck you, Azriel... I wish I could just jump to my death right now so this child wouldn’t be born, and then you’ll never be liberated from your curse!"
In the literal blink of an eye, Azriel vanished from his spot and reappeared directly over me. His large hand clamped violently around my throat, tightening his grip until I felt the air cut off completely.
The life was being choked right out of me, my vision swam, and my eyes rolled backward as a heavy darkness pressed into my skull. I felt like my life was finally going to end right then and there, so I closed my eyes, entirely anticipating the final blow.
Maybe if the Prince of Lust killed me right here, I could finally escape this shitty, toxic novel with its utterly useless main lead.
"I see you want to die so badly," Azriel clicked his tongue mockingly. He suddenly let go of my throat, shaking his head with a cold sigh. "I don’t understand half of these foreign words you keep babbling, Seraphel, but you are not dying. And now that I know you would rather kill yourself than protect the child of prophecy, I am definitely not going to let you."
My eyes fluttered open, my throat burning as I gasped for air. "You absolute piece of shit. So you know I am vulnerable while being pregnant, and yet you still have me bound like this?! Wouldn’t your precious child of prophecy be harmed if I am being tied and tormented this way?"
Azriel chuckled yet again, shaking his head at my ignorance. "No. You won’t lose the child like this, because the exact instance you stepped into my domain, I placed a supreme protective ward around the baby. No matter how many times I bend you over, turn you, or use you, you won’t break, and the child will remain untouched." He grinned wickedly down at me, and before I could force another word out of my mouth, he gagged me.
That bastard actually gagged me.
"I know you’ll probably continue to curse me in your thoughts, but I want to fully enjoy this moment with you without any noise, so I am blocking your telepathy out entirely," he said smoothly. He snapped his long fingers, and the invisible mental connection went dead. "Now, where were we? This conversation was getting rather boring anyway." He chuckled darkly, snapping his fingers a second time.
"Let me properly show you what it feels like to be the Prince of Lust, and just how entertaining desire can be."
He spoke gently, his hands moving to the ties of his own crimson robes, pulling the fabric off and letting it drop carelessly to the floor beside him. Naked and radiating pure, lethal alpha energy, he walked back over to his crimson throne and sat down.
What the hell was he plotting now? I wondered, my wide eyes tracking him helplessly, but I knew whatever he had in mind was never going to be good for me.
"So..." Azriel placed his hand lazily on his chin, tapping his fingers against the shining blood-crystals. He snapped his fingers again, and right before my eyes, five figures materialized out of thin air—three women and two men.
One of the women began to pluck a melancholy, seductive tune on a stringed pipa, while the second woman played a low, rhythmic bamboo flute that made the air feel heavy. The third woman immediately began to dance, her hips swaying to the sultry melody in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
But it was the two remaining men who made my breath hitch. They dropped directly onto the obsidian floor, moving their bodies together into an explicit 69 position, instantly sucking each other’s cocks with loud, wet, unbothered noises right in the middle of the room.
"Now, let it begin," Azriel muttered, his eyes flashing with an unhinged, wicked grin. "I certainly hope you possess a high patience limit, Seraphel, because right now I am about to release my pheromones while you are forced to watch those two in action. Get your hole loose and ready for me. Luckily, I don’t even have to do the stretching myself this time." He chuckled softly. "The true power of lust."
The moment the words left his lips, a thick, swirling red smoke erupted into the room. Immediately, the intoxicating, heavy scent of black orchid, sweet lily, and dark, rich sandalwood flooded my senses all at once. The colored mist moved away from his throne, swirling lazily around the columns before it circled tightly around the pleasure bed, completely enveloping me.
My eyes rolled completely backward as a massive wave of white-hot pleasure slammed straight into my core. I tried to scream, but the gag choked the sound into a pathetic, muffled whine. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
My entire body shook violently against the velvet sheets, my toes curling hard as the pressure inside my restricted cock grew so intense it felt like I was going to literally explode from the inside out.
The two men in front of me were now actively fucking each other on the floor. The male getting railed had his eyes locked entirely on me, his hips lifted high as the other man’s cock ruthlessly fucked him from behind, their wet slaps mixing with the music.
I wanted to look away so badly, but the domain forced my eyes to stay wide open, pinning my gaze to the graphic display. The pleasure hitting my body was crazily overwhelming, and goodness, Azriel’s pheromones were completely intoxicating.
The thick scent made me entirely forget that I hated him, forcing my mind to only crave his touch.
It was terrifyingly addictive, completely overriding my sanity.
I groaned against the gag, helplessly thrusting my hips forward into the empty air.
A heavy amount of slick poured freely out of my hole, sliding down my inner thighs in thick, glossy lines.
My insides felt like they were on fire, burning from a maddening mix of intense pleasure and agonizing pain, craving a release that was physically blocked. I shook wildly on the mattress, turning my head side to side as my cock throbbed harder and harder against the jade needle.
The male getting railed on the floor let out a louder, breathy moan, and the sultry, seductive music and dancing grew faster, louder, and completely uninhibited. The pheromones thickened in the air, turning into a heavy weight that intoxicated my brain until my heart started pounding like a frantic drum against my ribs.
All of this depravity happened while Azriel just sat comfortably on his crimson throne, watching my destruction.
When I managed to turn my tear-blurred eyes toward him for a brief second, he was grinning widely, thoroughly amused by my ruin.
Then, his smooth voice softly whispered directly inside my head again, bypassing the block he had set. "How does this feel, Seraphel..." he purred in a sultry, deep tone that made my desperate need and craving for him multiply by ten.
My body shook even harder, begging for release, begging for him to touch me.
"Tell me, what is it that you truly desire? Do you want this..."
He muttered the words slowly as he stood up from his chair, his tall, muscular frame moving toward the bed. The moment he appeared directly in front of my pinned form, his large hand grabbed my face, tilting my chin up as he ruthlessly yanked the gag from my mouth.
"Look at you. Looking all flushed, completely wet, and shaking and trembling for lust," he whispered, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Everyone craves lust, human. They all just pretend they don’t. So tell me, Seraphel... should I finally put you out of your miserable position?"
Do I even have an option? I wanted to scream the angry words at his face, but my body was far too tired, and my mind was entirely cooked from the aphrodisiacs. I already knew he could hear every desperate thought anyway, so there was no point in fighting it.
"Please... take it out of me..." I whimpered, the tears finally spilling over my eyelids.
"Beg more nicely, Seraphel."
I let out a broken groan, heaving a deep, shaky sigh as I surrendered every ounce of my pride to him. "Please... Azriel... I want to cum."
Azriel grinned like a truly sadistic bastard. Without another word, his fingers reached down and gripped the golden cap of the blood-jade restriction plug, swiftly pulling the smooth needle rod straight out of the small opening on my cock.
The second it cleared the tip, he aggressively turned my shaft upward toward my own chest.
All the overwhelming, highly concentrated pleasure that had been building up for hours came rushing up all at once.
A loud, echoing moan tore from my throat as the built-up friction snapped, causing me to squirt a thick, heavy mess directly onto my own face and chest right in front of his watching eyes.
