Chapter 57: Locked, Loaded, and Wet For Him
Seraphel
"The Prince of Lust requires your presence tonight."
That sudden announcement had come from Analisse an hour ago. The exact instant those words left her mouth, my heart began racing at a frantic pace, refusing to slow down.
The realization that I was going to be face-to-face with Azriel again, just a few short hours after the absolute madness in the grand hall, sent a wave of electric anxiety straight through my veins.
Now, I was seated rigidly in front of a grand, polished mirror, completely dolled up entirely for him.
Analisse’s hands had been working meticulously after my bath.
My hair was delicately parted to the sides, framing my face perfectly. My pale complexion had been completely enhanced with a soft layer of makeup, making my skin look flawless and porcelain under the warm candle glow.
My lips were painted with a vibrant, deep crimson rogue that made them look incredibly plush and full.
Staring blankly at my own reflection, a wave of pure bewilderment washed over me.
I looked like a beautiful femboy—a literal drag queen pulled straight out of a historical setting.
I always dreamed of looking like one and now that dream had come to reality.
To complete the look, I had been dressed in a flowing, elegant brown silk robe intricately embroidered with delicate, striking white lotus patterns along the wide sleeves and collar.
"The Prince explicitly commanded that you wear this," Analisse had murmured earlier.
But the majestic brown robe wasn’t the only thing the Prince of Lust had planned for me to wear tonight. The true surprise lay hidden directly underneath the silk layers.
Beneath the robe, I was wearing an incredibly provocative, highly explicit set of male lingerie that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It consisted of sheer, ultra-thin straps that aggressively hugged my thighs and waist, attached to a tight, lace ball cup designed to perfectly cradle and lift my balls, keeping my cock trapped and completely exposed in a scandalously tight cage.
It was a provocative clothing that had the prince of lust’s imprints all over it.
When Analisse had first held up the explicit garment, my eyes had grown incredibly wide, my face burning with a furious crimson blush.
Yet, Analisse had maintained a perfectly straight face, entirely pretending not to notice the sheer eroticism of the outfit as she helped me slip into it.
I always knew from reading the original web novel that Azriel possessed some seriously wild, incredibly kinky fantasies. He was the Prince of Lust, after all. But reading about his explicit exploits with Eiren in the Chapters was entirely different from experiencing them firsthand.
I had never, in my wildest dreams, imagined myself actually wearing something so degrading and intensely stimulating for him.
The sheer embarrassment of knowing I was trapped in this hyper-sexualized outfit because he had specifically sent his personal servants to dress me was enough to make my stomach flip.
After staring at my dolled-up reflection for another agonizing moment, I rubbed my clammy hands gently together with so many thoughts running through my head.
What the hell was going to happen tonight?
Analisse leaned forward, applying the final piece of jewelry around my neck—a heavy, breathtakingly beautiful pendant. The gemstone was a deep, mesmerizing crimson red, identical to the lethal shade of Azriel’s royal eyes.
The very second the sapphire pressed against the sensitive skin of my throat, a sudden, powerful tingle shot straight down my spine. The strange energy rapidly spread throughout my entire body, rushing straight down to my lower halves until I felt my tight, empty hole violently twitch with a sudden surge of heat.
What the hell was that? I wondered in a panic, my hand instinctively flying up to clutch the glowing red gem.
Just what the hell was Azriel planning this time, and what kind of magic was laced inside this necklace?
"The Prince has arrived!" a loud voice boomed from the corridor outside.
My heart hammered violently against my ribs, nearly leaping out of my chest. He was here.
Azriel was officially here.
And as pathetic and embarrassing as it was to admit, would it be completely crazy to say that I was actually looking forward to whatever twisted, sinful plans he had for me tonight?
I couldn’t even lie to myself anymore. I had been craving this exact moment all evening.
My body was already betraying me; a thick, heavy wave of slick was actively pooling inside my hole, making me completely wet, desperate, and aching for him.
To put it in the shortest, absolute filthiest way possible—I desperately craved the thick, heavy cock of the Prince of Lust.
Suddenly, the heavy double doors leading into the bedchamber burst open, and Azriel walked in.
I raised my head almost immediately. He was dressed in his signature royal robes, a striking blend of pitch-black and deep crimson fabrics that flowed elegantly with every authoritative step he took.
I sat there completely memorized, paralyzed by the ethereal, unearthly reality of his appearance.
How could any living creature be so overwhelmingly beautiful? He was ethereally flawless, a literal god of seduction.
My heart pounded erratically against my ribs, the air instantly turning thick and heavy the moment his presence flooded the room.
But what completely threw me off was what he was holding. Clutched in his long, elegant fingers was a fresh, bouquet of flowers.
I could barely believe my own eyes—the terrifying, bloodthirsty Prince of Lust was casually holding flowers.
"Leave," Azriel’s soft, velvety voice resonded through the room.
Immediately, Analisse, Durin, and Rami bowed their heads in absolute submission, swiftly and quietly slipping out of the chamber, leaving the heavy doors to click shut behind them.
I heaved a deep, shaky sigh the moment the room fell into a suffocating silence, leaving just the two of us alone. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was going to do to me next.
I nervously rubbed my damp palms against the silk of my robe, trying to maintain my composure.
But before I could even blink, he vanished from the doorway and appeared directly behind me, his towering frame casting a dark shadow over my chair.
"I can hear your heart racing pretty fast. Calm down, my little lotus," he murmured smoothly.
He leaned down, his lips brushing right against the shell of my ear as he whispered a deadly, intoxicating promise. "I am not going to eat you fast tonight. Instead... I am going to devour you slowly."
My body reacted instantly to his proximity, trembling violently under his intense aura. I could feel my cock instantly throbbing, growing rock-hard and straining aggressively against the tight boundaries of the lace lingerie hidden beneath my robe.
"I certainly hope you are wearing what I sent underneath that robe. I can’t wait to see exactly how delicious it looks on your body," he chuckled darkly.
He leaned in closer, teasingly nibbling on the sensitive lobe of my ear. The hot friction of his teeth sent a violent jolt of pure electricity straight down to my hips, causing my drenched, aching hole to twitch even harder, practically begging to be filled.
A soft, embarrassing gasp escaped my painted lips, my hands gripping the edge of the vanity.
Azriel smoothly moved around the chair, stretching forth his hand to present the bouquet to me. "Here. White lotuses, just like you."
I stared up at him, my mind spinning in complete confusion.
This was the literal Prince of Lust—a demonic sin, a devil in disguise.
So why the hell was he acting like a completely attentive, romantic man?
Was he simply putting on a elaborate, fake act just because he wanted to fuck me? No, that didn’t make any sense. Azriel was a prince with a massive harem full of beautiful, willing concubines; he didn’t need to do the bare minimum or play romantic games just to get inside my legs. He could take whatever he wanted.
But why the hell was he doing this for me? Just why?
"I hope you like them," he added softly.
As his voice pulled me out of my thoughts, I finally focused on the beautiful white lotuses in his hand. I leaned forward slightly, inhaling their scent slowly.
They smelled incredible—fresh, sweet, and deeply comforting.
"They smell just like you... but your natural scent is far more intoxicating," Azriel pointed out, his crimson eyes darkening with an unmistakable, primal hunger. He suddenly snapped his fingers, a wicked, dominant grin spreading across his lips. "Now then, shall we finally get down to it?"
"Get... into what?" I asked, my voice shaking as I stared up at his towering figure.
"Get into this," he muttered darkly and reached out, his long, elegant fingers lightly brushing against the heavy sapphire pendant resting at my throat.
The moment his skin made contact with the jewel, the necklace completely vanished from my neck.
Before I could even gasp in confusion, a blinding crimson light began to glow from the center of my chest, taking on the exact color of the missing pendant.
The glowing energy rapidly fractured, spreading like wildfire down my veins and exploding through my lower half.
It hit me so hard that I violently shifted in the chair, my back arching as a loud, unbidden moan tore from my painted lips, echoing through the quiet room.
The disappearance of the pendant had done something utterly terrifying to my anatomy.
It felt as if a thick, heavy, invisible vibrator had suddenly been thrust deep inside my slick, aching hole, buzzing at an intense, relentless frequency that vibrated directly against my hyper-sensitive prostate.
The artificial pleasure rippled through my core, forcing a heavy wave of hot, thick slick to spill over the tight straps of the lace male lingerie, soaking my ass and dripping down my thighs.
My eyes were unfocused as tears pricked the corners as I desperately tried to hold back another embarrassing sound, my fingers digging into the fabric of my brown robe as my cock throbbed violently against the tight lace cup.
Panting heavily, I forced myself to look up at Azriel through a haze of pure lust. "What... what was that pendant?" I gasped out, my entire body trembling from the internal stimulation as my hole violently clamped down around the invisible, buzzing intrusion.
Azriel smiled wickedly, clearly pleased by the sight of my flushed, red face, dripping thighs, and panting lips. He leaned down, his crimson eyes flashing with absolute dominance as he slowly whispered against my skin.
"It is one of my favorite pleasure objects, little lotus."
And then, he snapped his fingers again.