Pregnant by the Prince of Lust(BL)

Azriel

A dark, slow smile stretched across my lips as Seraphel began his sultry performance.

After pouring the thick, scented oil directly over his pale collarbones and letting it glisten against his chest, he stepped onto the massive bed of fresh white lotuses.

He sank down to his knees, his thighs spread wide, and began sliding his hands over his oil-slicked skin.

The dance he performed was unlike anything I had ever witnessed in all my centuries.

His hips swayed in sharp, rolling, provocative motions; he arched his back with a fluid, hypnotic rhythm, grinding his hips against the soft petals beneath him in ways that felt completely foreign and strange to my world.

Yet, I was utterly captivated by his bizarre movements.

Seraphel had always been an anomaly—using strange, unheard-of words and behaving in ways no other omega in Katula dared to.

This provocative, shameless display only made him a thousand times more intoxicating.

Within minutes of watching his oiled skin glisten under the dim candlelight, a heavy, throbbing heat flooded my lower half.

A massive bulge strained aggressively against the tight fabric of my trousers. The sheer, raw visual of him out there sent a violent wave of adrenaline straight through my veins, making my heart race erratically.

My entire being screamed at me to leap from my throne, throw him down onto those white lotuses, and pin his wrists above his head while I pounded relentlessly into his tight, dripping flesh.

My breathing grew heavy and ragged. I loved how my presence and dominant aura made him whimper and gasp.

Unable to contain myself any longer, I unfastened my trousers and pulled out my thick, rock-hard cock.

I wrapped my fingers tightly around the heavy shaft, stroking myself slowly and rhythmically, keeping my burning crimson eyes locked onto his every movement.

The tight lace outfit I had forced him to wear looked absolutely devastating on his body. He was utter perfection—the absolute ideal omega to match my dark, chaotic energy of lust.

He was a rare, precious masterpiece, the kind of submissive creature I wanted to lock away in my deepest chambers so that absolutely no other eyes could ever gaze upon his beauty.

The possessiveness of that thought hit me like a physical blow.

A sudden, unfamiliar jolt ran straight through my chest, sending my heart hammering against my ribs. It was incredibly strange.

No one—absolutely no one—was supposed to have this kind of intense, gripping power over my emotions, let alone a mortal human who was nothing more than my chosen vessel.

"Uhngg... ah!"

Seraphel’s desperate, high-pitched moan instantly shattered my thoughts.

He leaned back on his hands, spreading his thighs even wider as he deliberately slid the thin lace straps of his lingerie to one side. He fully exposed his glistening, hard cock and his tight, puckering pink hole directly to my hungry gaze.

"Mhmm..." he moaned again, refusing to break intense, challenging eye contact with me.

With his gaze locked onto mine, he slid his own slender fingers down, pushing them directly into his tight, drenched hole while his other hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking it in slow, teasing slides.

His shameless moans echoed loudly through the domain as he began thrusting his fingers deeper and faster inside his own tight heat.

His face was flushed a brilliant, burning crimson, his eyes glazed over with pure, unadulterated pleasure. He looked completely intoxicated, driven utterly insane by the thick waves of my black orchid and sandalwood pheromones and the relentless, deep vibrations of the magical device buzzing directly against his prostate.

With every wet thrust of his fingers and every heavy stroke of his cock, my own grip tightened.

I stroked my throbbing shaft faster, matching his rhythm as I watched him pleasure himself so beautifully.

Suddenly, Seraphel rolled onto his hands and knees, presenting his arched back to me. With a seductive, teasing smirk, he wriggled his hips and pulled the wet lace outfit completely off his legs, throwing it aside until he was stark naked on the bed of white lotuses.

He crawled over to the very edge of the mattress, kneeling directly in front of my throne. He arched his back deeply, pushing his round, oil-slicked ass high into the air.

With his hands parting his cheeks, he proudly showed me his swollen, hyper-sensitive pink hole, which was actively dripping a thick, steady stream of clear, hot slick onto the floor.

"Oh goodness, Seraphel... you are driving me absolutely insane," I groaned out loud, my voice soft yet deep, and dripping with raw lust.

Hearing my praise, he stretched his knees even wider. He shoved his slicked fingers deep inside his twitching hole, stretching the tight entrance wide open for me.

He rolled his hips left and right in a slow, agonizing grind, letting out a loud, breathless wail of pleasure before looking back over his shoulder to give me a playful, daring wink.

I let out a low, rumbling laugh at his absolute audacity.

I began stroking my cock even harder, the friction of my palm making me growl and moan as I watched his glistening, naked body writhe in front of me.

An intense, overwhelming pleasure—the kind I hadn’t felt in hundreds of years—coiled tightly in my gut, demanding to be released.

I loved every single second of this sweet torment. I loved his defiance, his submission, and his shameless hunger.

I never wanted this moment to end.

Just as the overwhelming wave of my climax began to build at the base of my spine, I stood up from my throne.

I let my heavy royal robes slide off my shoulders, pooling onto the floor, and kicked off my trousers until I was completely naked.

My massive, pulsing cock stood rigid, fully engorged and dripping with pre-cum.

I strode over to the edge of the bed where he was still kneeling, spread-eagled and waiting.

I grabbed his oil-slicked waist, my large hands digging firmly into his soft hips as I leaned my heavy body over his back. I bent down, whispering hoarsely directly into his ear.

"You have been such a shameless, beautiful little whore tonight... and now, you deserve the ultimate reward," I growled.

I leaned over and bit his lips hard, tasting his sweet crimson rogue before sinking my teeth gently into his sensitive mating mark. I dragged my lips down his neck, planting hot, wet kisses along his oiled shoulder blades, down the curve of his spine, and straight to his trembling, elevated cheeks.

Without warning, I leaned down and buried my tongue deep inside his wet, clenching, and desperately waiting hole, lapping up his sweet, thick slick.