Pregnant by the Prince of Lust(BL)

Chapter 5: Ruined by the Prince of Lust

Nathan

I swallowed his thick cockhead, taking the rigid length down my throat. I sucked desperately, my tongue swirling around the thick veins as he began to thrust lightly against my mouth, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper until tears streamed down my flushed cheeks.

He let out a low, dark growl of satisfaction, pulling back just before he could ruin my throat.

And Azriel was not done.

Seeing how weak I had become, he grinned wickedly, and then, his powerful arms locked under my armpits, dragging me backward. He sat flat on the velvet cushions, his legs spread wide, and pulled my bare body right over his lap.

He wanted me to face away from him.

Azriel never let his omegas face him during sex. I didn’t care about why because I never read that part.

"Sit," he whispered, his soft voice sending a chilling command straight down my spine.

I was trembling, completely exhausted, but the virgin in me knew exactly what position this was.

Azriel wanted me to ride his cock while looking out at the dark, shimmering lake of his domain.

My hands found his smooth, muscular thighs for balance. Slowly, agonizingly, I lowered my hips down onto his upright, throbbing cock. The moment the head breached my slick hole again, I let out a high-pitched cry. Because I was the one lowering myself, the depth felt entirely different—it felt like he was reaching straight into my chest.

"Ah, god! It’s too deep... it’s too much!" I groaned, my back arching as I slowly swallowed his entire length, my heat-slicked core expanding to accommodate every single inch of his thick cock.

Once I was fully impaled on him, Azriel didn’t wait for me to take control. His large, pale hands wrapped tightly around my waist, physically pulling my hips up and slamming them back down onto his lap with a merciless, bruising velocity.

Squelch. Slap. Squelch.

The sound of our frantic meeting was deafening in the open pavilion. Looking out over the lake, the massive blood-red moon seemed to vibrate with every impact.

In this reverse position, I was completely blind to his face, but I could feel the terrifying heat of his chest pressing against my bare back, his silver locks tangling with my dark curls.

Every single bounce sent a wave of pure ecstasy straight to my brain. I was riding the Prince of Lust’s cock, entirely helpless, my own leaking dick bouncing frictionally against his lower abdomen until I was crying out from the sensory overload.

How could this be real? How could I be filled up by the Prince of Lust?

"Look at the moon, little lotus," Azriel murmured right into my ear, his breath hot yet his voice remaining smooth, quiet, and elegantly detached even as he slammed me down onto his cock with a crazy force. "Watch it burn. That is the color of your submission."

"Ah! Ah! Fuck, yes!" I screamed, entirely losing my mind.

Who would have thought that the BL addict who used to sit at his laptop at 3 AM was completely gone, and now replaced by a broken, weeping sacrificial omega who wanted nothing more than to be thoroughly ruined by an alpha god?

The pleasure was so intense it felt like a physical drug, making my vision blur for a moment. freewёbnoνel.com

Azriel grunted as his rut began to reach its absolute boiling point. His thrusts became shorter, faster, and incredibly violent. He dragged me back into the kneeling position, lined himself up, and drove back in with a single devastating slam that went deeper than any thrust before.

I shrieked, my back arching so violently my bones popped.

He began to fuck me with a maddening, chaotic speed, his heavy thrusts creating a wet, sticky friction that coated both of our bodies in sweat and slick.

My own cock was dripping aggressively, rubbing against the velvet cushions until I was completely on the verge of collapsing.

"I’m—I’m gonna—ah!" I cried out, my voice cracking.

"Scream for me," Azriel whispered, his soft voice carrying the ultimate command.

With three more heavy, deep, bottoming-out thrusts, he reached his own limit. He slammed his cock completely inside my core, locking his hips tight against my trembling ass.

I convulsed, my own white cum spurting out blindly across the crimson cushions as my internal walls clamped down in a violent, desperate spasm. At that exact moment, a thick, burning wave of his heavy seed exploded deep inside my weeping hole.

The sheer volume of his hot cum flooded my core, filling me to the absolute brim.

But he didn’t pull out. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Instead of withdrawing, the base of his cock began to pulse and swell. A massive, hard sphere began to inflate right inside my tight hole.

The knot.

"Ah! Wait! No!" I screamed, my elbows giving out completely as the expanding knot securely locked us together.

My internal walls were forced to stretch past their structural limits, ballooning around the hard base of his shaft until we were seamlessly fused as one.

Azriel let out a long, shuddering sigh—a sound of pure release that carried absolutely zero warmth. He leaned his heavy chest flat against my back, pinning my spent body down onto the cushions, his arms wrapping around my waist to ensure I couldn’t move an inch while the knot held us captive.

Another violent wave of his heavy seed erupted from the core of his cock, rushing deep into my core with the force of a tidal wave.

The pavilion fell into a heavy silence for a moment, broken only by the sound of my ragged, shallow gasps.

Azriel rested his chin on my bare shoulder, his long silver hair draped over my neck. He let out a low, velvet chuckle.

"Ah..." he murmured, gently raising his head to face the moon. "That was the first time I have ever felt truly satisfied. Your body took my curse perfectly, little lotus."

I couldn’t even reply. My mind was completely fried, my lower abdomen aching with the heavy, bloated warmth of his massive release. I was trapped, locked to him, unable to move because I had been wrecked by him.

"Too bad," Azriel continued, his voice dropping into a sweet, mocking whisper right against my ear, his fingers lazily tracing a line up my bare, sweating ribcage. "You are going to die tomorrow."

A cold dread pierced through the remaining fog of my pleasure.

"The spiritual energy of a Sin is too volatile for a mortal vessel," he explained quietly, his tone as pleasant and conversational as if he were discussing the weather. "Your core will collapse by dawn. The darkness inside my seed will burn your life force away until there is nothing left but an empty shell."

He gave a small, appreciative hum, his teeth lightly grazing my earlobe one last time.

"You were sweet, Seraphel," he whispered smoothly, using the omega’s name. "Do well to die beautifully for your prince."

I still couldn’t say anything.

Then the knot slowly began to subside, and with a wet, heavy plop, he withdrew his elongated cock from my thoroughly stretched, weeping hole. Instantly, a thick stream of his pearly cum began to leak out of me, pooling onto the ruined crimson cushions.

I lay there completely broken, staring blankly into the shadows of the fading pavilion as my vision began to blur.

I had experienced the ultimate, unhinged pleasure of the Prince of Lust like I always dreamed of, but I was going to die.

Seraphel was going to die according to the original plot, which means I was probably going to return to my world just like other transmigration stories.