Pregnant by the Prince of Lust(BL)

Chapter 4: The unholy Thrust

Nathan

There was no tenderness in the Prince of Lust. He was a creature bound by a divine curse of eternal hunger, and tonight, his unholy rut demanded to be fed and there was nowhere to run for me.

The domain of temptation was one of Azriel’s most powerful abilities, and no one has ever escaped from there.

When Azriel started touching me, I had thought that he would at least kiss me on the lips, but he didn’t. Instead, his hands moved with terrifying perfection. With a brutal tug, he ripped the sheer crimson silks right off my newly transmigrated body, leaving me completely bare and shivering against the velvet cushions.

"Wait—stop! At least give me a second to—" My voice cut off into a breathless gasp as his heavy weight pinned me flat.

Azriel didn’t care about my words. His Pheromone Dominance expanded aggressively within the pavilion, the thick, suffocating fog of black orchid, red spider lily, and dark sandalwood turning the air itself into a narcotic.

My new omega body, trapped in its very first heat, reacted instantly and shamelessly to the Alpha’s call.

My mind was screaming in terror, but this physical form was betraying me completely. My skin turned into a deep, brilliant pink as a heavy, slick moisture began to coat my thighs and drip from my twitching hole.

"Let go..." I whimpered, trying to push against his stone-hard chest. "Look at me, you freak! I’m a virgin! I’ve never... I’ve never done this before! You’re going to tear me apart!"

Yes, virgins could be addicted to erotica too.

Azriel paused, hovering over me. His silver hair brushed against my cheeks as a slow, wicked smile curved his lips. Hearing my confession didn’t make him pull back; instead, his crimson eyes flickered with a dark, predatory amusement.

"A virgin?" he murmured, his voice incredibly soft, smooth, and laced with a terrifying sweetness. "How delicious. To think my guards brought me an untouched flower. Do not worry, little lotus... I am the Prince of Lust. I know exactly how to make your body behave."

Before I could ask what he meant, he reached toward a small jade vial resting on a low table near the cushions. He uncorked it with his teeth, tilting it over his fingers.

A thick, shimmering crimson oil poured onto his pale skin, smelling intensely of sweet, concentrated red spider lilies and spiced wine.

"This will make you very welcoming," he whispered, his soft-spoken tone acting like a hypnotic spell that made my limbs heavy and sluggish.

Azriel said nothing else as he parted my thighs, forcing them wide apart, and pressed the slick, oiled tip of his long index finger directly against my tight, trembling hole.

I gasped, my entire body locking up as the cold oil met my burning skin. "Ah—no, wait—!"

"Hush," he commanded gently, his Celestial Voice rippling through my mind, melting my resistance and forcing my tight muscles to unlatch. "Relax for me."

Slowly, deliberately, he pushed his first finger inside my hole.

The sensation made my head slam back into the cushions. It felt incredibly invasive, stretching my tight folds as the magical oil instantly began to work its corruption.

The moment the fluid coated my internal walls, a terrifying wave of pleasure and intense heat exploded in my lower abdomen. It was like a localized aphrodisiac so potent that my core instantly began to throb, weeping slick and greedily clamping down around his digit.

"Ah... fuck..." I groaned shamelessly, my own hand flying up to cover my mouth in horror.

Why was I making those sounds? Why did it feel so good?

"See? Your body loves it," Azriel whispered, his gentle voice filling my head.

He began to move his finger in and out, drawing a wet, squelching sound from my entrance.

The oil was rendering me completely defenseless, turning my tight walls into a slick, accommodating sanctuary. Without warning, he pressed a second finger inside, then a third, stretching my hole open in a cruel, systematic preparation. He hooked his knuckles inward, deliberately targeting that highly sensitive prostate deep within me.

"Ah! Stop! Please!" I screamed, my hips jerking upward off the cushions as a violent jolt of pure ecstasy shot straight up my spine. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. So this was how it feels. This was how the omegas in the story felt under the touch of the Prince of Lust.

Euphoria.

I was completely wide open, slicked with a mixture of my own heat-slick and his unholy oil, my hole pulsing rhythmically around his hand.

"You are perfectly ready now," Azriel purred softly, pulling his drenched fingers out of me with a wet, sticky suction.

The sudden emptiness made me let out a broken, pathetic whine, my brain entirely fried by the sensory overload. Before I could recover, he grabbed me by my hips and flipped me over onto my knees, forcing me into a vulnerable, arched position.

My hands gripped the velvet cushions for dear life, my vision swimming under the sheer intensity of the domain’s influence.

Shifting his position behind me, Azriel pressed the hot, massive head of his cock directly against my freshly prepared, weeping hole.

"Oh, god—no, wait—!"

He drove himself forward in one ruthless, unyielding thrust.

The sensation was crazy. Even with the oil, the sheer size and spiritual energy radiating from his thick cock sent a shockwave straight up my spine, burying every inch deep inside my aching hole. It felt like being pierced by liquid fire, and for a moment, I forgot who I totally was. There was only the agonizing, delicious weight of the monster pinning me down.

Azriel didn’t give me a chance to adjust. He immediately began to pump his cock inside me with a relentless, brutal rhythm.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The wet, desperate sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed loudly through the quiet, moonlit pavilion. Every time he bottomed out, his thick cockhead slammed directly against that exact sensitive prostate his fingers had just prepared, sending waves of electricity through my body.

"Ah! Fuck!" I screamed, my fingers tearing into the velvet cushions as my head thrashed from side to side.

His movements were greedy, driven entirely by the devouring desire curse. He kept his hands locked onto my hips like iron vices, bruising my pale skin as he pulled me back against every devastating thrust. The speed was blinding, a savage, animalistic friction that made my heat-slicked hole froth around his shaft.

"Louder," he whispered softly, his gentle voice remaining terrifyingly calm while he hammered his cock into my body. "Let the domain hear how perfectly you take me."

My mind was completely ruined. I couldn’t stop the loud, shameless moans from tearing out of my throat. My body was automatically clamping down around his thick cock, my tight walls twitching and gripping his shaft in a desperate attempt to milk him.

The sheer rhythm of the doggy-style position allowed him to plunge to my absolute depths.

I could feel the blunt, heavy crown of his cock reaming my internal walls, shifting my insides as he ruthlessly fucked me senseless with every punishing drive.

My hands slipped on the velvet, unable to hold myself up under the sheer force of his thrusts. I collapsed onto my elbows, my face pressed into the silk, my ass thrust high in the air as he continued to take me like a mindless animal.

After dozens of relentless, deep thrusts that left me completely breathless and weeping, he suddenly pulled all the way out.

The abrupt emptiness made me let out a broken, needy whine. Before I could sink to the cushions, Azriel grabbed me by the hair from behind, dragging my head back.

"Take it," he commanded softly.

Shifting over me, he pressed his massive, dripping cock directly against my mouth.

This time I didn’t struggle because my body was hungry for more—no, Seraphel’s body was hungry for more.

Entirely drugged by the pheromones and the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac oil, I opened my mouth without a second thought.

Azriel let out a low sound, almost like he was pleased by the way my mouth greedily accepted him.

"Good," he whispered softly, his voice thick with something darker than lust. "Such a perfect little breeder."

My stomach twisted violently at the word.

Breeder.

That was what Seraphel had been sent here for. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Not for pleasure.

Not for affection.

Not even survival.

Only to be filled by the Prince of Lust in desperate hopes that one of his sacrificial omegas might finally conceive the heir capable of breaking the divine curse.