Chapter 39: A Truly Pathetic Fate.
Azriel
My hips bucked completely involuntarily, fucking his face as the absolute pressure built up. Eiren absolutely loved it—moaning louder, sucking noisier, and letting spit drip down his chin directly onto my balls. He cupped them gently, rolling them in his palm while his head bobbed faster, completely sloppy and desperate, like he couldn’t get enough of my cock stretching his mouth wide.
Then, he slowly raised his head, his eyes meeting mine as he let out a low chuckle.
"Your Highness, please, let me be the one to have your child. I can carry the child of sin far better than that fragile human omega ever could! When I saw you today," he said slowly, leaning down to lick the entire length of my cock, his eyes fixed intensely on me. "When I saw you caring for that omega, I felt incredibly jealous because I have served faithfully at your side for so long, my Prince. I should have been the one who carries your child, not that common whore."
I gave him a sharp, questioning look, wondering what the hell he actually meant by that. I slowly reached up, placing a long pipe—the traditional silver smoking tool I always favored—to my lips, taking a deep drag. I slowly placed a hand on his chin, forcing his face up to face me properly, and then I casually puffed a thick cloud of white smoke right into Eiren’s face.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
Eiren smiled triumphantly through the smoke. "I used to know the family of Seraphel. A close friend of mine who lived in the exact same district as them told me endless stories of how his uncle and aunt constantly used him for whoring around with various nobles. I heard his hole had taken all the cocks of the nobles who visited the district."
"Really?" I asked, my eyes showing absolutely no sign of emotion as I continued to stare down at him. I took another slow drag from my pipe, deliberately blowing the smoke into his face, forcing him to squint. "So he is a whore?"
Eiren nodded eagerly. "His uncle and aunt don’t really care for him that much at all, and they simply used him to pay off all the massive gambling debts they owed, and that was exactly how he was sold to your palace during your ruts. Your Highness, are you even entirely sure that he is truly pregnant for you?"
I still didn’t give Eiren any real attention, just casually smoking in his face, not caring in the slightest if the heavy vapor was making him cough out loud. I was just enjoying seeing him act in that pathetic, desperate manner, because I already knew the absolute truth about Seraphel. I had been his absolute first, and as the Prince of Lust, I could easily tell when someone was lying to me.
"What exactly made you say that, Eiren?" I questioned, playing along with his absolute foolishness because I had suddenly gotten curious about the uncle and aunt.
"His uncle and aunt owe immense amounts of money because they gamble constantly. This whole pregnancy might just be a clever way to extort more money out of you, Your Highness, so why should you let yourself be deceived by that worthless whore?"
I chuckled lightly, dropping my silver smoking pipe onto the side table. "That whore, huh," I chuckled darkly as I suddenly grabbed him tightly by the wrist, forcefully flipped him right onto the plush bed I was sitting on, and then laid heavily on top of him. "You want to carry my child right? You want to have the child of lust?"
Eiren nodded quickly, a wide smile spreading across his face.
I slowly trailed my fingers down his soft face until they reached his neck, and then I suddenly grabbed him by the throat—gentle at first, until I applied a brutal, crushing force that had him intensely squirming and gasping under my weight.
I reached over, picked up my smoking pipe again, and puffed the hot smoke directly into his panicked face. "Do you honestly think the child of lust can be carried by just anybody? You think so highly of yourself, Eiren, when you are just someone I fuck to satisfy my basic lust, someone I merely feed on to replenish my energy! Who the hell do you think you are to carry the child of lust?" I demanded, my grip tightening on his throat even harder until his windpipe groaned.
He choked violently, his face turning a deep, dark red while I stared down at him, grinning wickedly with pure malice. "Oh, you foolish boy. Remember exactly what you are to me. For the sake of our long-term relationship, I will let you off this once, but only if you tell me exactly what district Seraphel’s uncle and aunt currently live in," I said, suddenly letting go of his neck and sitting back down on the edge of the bed beside him.
Eiren quickly rose from the mattress, coughing violently and clutching his bruised throat, but he immediately scrambled to his knees in front of me with his head lowered completely. "I... I apologize, Your Highness. I was completely wrong."
"Great that you know your place. Now, tell me, in what district can I find those two?"
"The lowest, filthiest district in the kingdom, Your Highness. The district of Kalvian."
I chuckled softly, reaching out to caress his flushed cheek gently. "Now that is exactly what I am talking about. Now," I paused for a long moment, puffing out a final ring of smoke as I turned towards his trembling body, my eyes completely fixed on his form. "Do whatever you can to make sure they are brought to Asmodeus palace by tomorrow morning. Use whatever resources you have, your friend, money—bring them down here immediately. Only then can I truly forgive you, Eiren," I told him, raising my hand to caress his cheek one last time before I took a deep sigh and stood up from the bed. "If you fail me, I will personally cut off all your fingers and force you to eat them," I warned coldly, and then I completely disappeared from the pleasure room in an instant, as if I had never been there at all.
I immediately appeared back in my private quarters, only to see Seraphel still sleeping deeply on my large bed.
I sat down quietly beside his resting figure and gently placed a warm hand on the side of his pale face. "It’s completely ridiculous to think that I am actually going to destroy the entire world for you," I chuckled softly to myself. "What if I just strangle you right now and end this pathetic fate I have with you?" I muttered, slowly stretching forth my hand to grab his slender neck gently. But just as my fingers touched his skin, he shifted slightly in his sleep, leaning his face directly against my palm and murmuring softly.
I felt a sudden, strange warmth spread through my entire chest immediately, and the dark thought of ending his life completely disappeared from my mind in an instant.
"Ridiculous indeed," I chuckled lightly, shaking my head as I gently patted his back. "How could I, a powerful, ancient Sin, be this incredibly vulnerable in front of a worthless human—an omega at that?" I sighed heavily, looking away from his face while he leaned even closer into the touch of my hand. "I am truly pathetic."