Chapter 64: Knotted Twice in the Prince’s Domain
Azriel
The wet impacts were intoxicating. With every desperate moan that escaped his lips, I sucked on his neck, licking his mating mark and leaving dark, purple bruises everywhere my mouth could reach, while my fingers returned to torment his cock, edging him mercilessly.
His hole clenched so tightly around me it felt like heaven, sucking me deeper with every single thrust.
After what felt like an eternity of this delicious torment, I finally released his throat and let him slump forward slightly, only to flip our positions again. I lay back on the bed of white lotuses, pulling his light, slippery body on top of me so he straddled my hips. My cock never left his hole.
"Ride me, Seraphel," I commanded, my crimson eyes burning into his glazed ones. "Show your Alpha how badly you want to be filled up. Lift that pretty ass up and down like the cock-hungry slut you are."
Seraphel nodded eagerly, placing his hands on my broad, muscular chest for leverage. His thighs trembled violently as he lifted his hips, sliding up until only the swollen, pre-cum-covered head of my cock remained inside his stretched rim. Then, he sank back down slowly, taking every thick, veined inch with a long, drawn-out moan.
Schluuurp.
The sound was pure, wet filth as his hole swallowed me whole again.
"Fuck... so big... stretching me so good," he gasped, beginning to move.
Up and down he went, faster and faster, his round, oiled ass bouncing heavily on my lap. I gripped his hips, guiding his movements, occasionally slapping his ass cheeks hard enough to leave dark red marks that bloomed beautifully against his pale skin.
"That’s it—bounce on my cock," I groaned, thrusting up to meet him on every downstroke.
The wet, frantic fwop-fwop-fwop returned, even louder now as he impaled himself repeatedly on my length. His cock slapped against my abs with every bounce, leaving sticky trails of his slick. I reached up, pinching both his swollen nipples at once, tugging them sharply while he rode me like his life depended on it.
"Look at you, using my dick to fuck yourself stupid. Such a perfect omega. My only omega," I said, my voice dripping with absolute possessiveness.
Seraphel’s head fell back, his mouth open in constant, breathless cries as he rode me with every ounce of his willpower. "Azriel—my Lord—your cock is ruining me... I love it... I love being your hole to use!"
His pace grew frantic, his ass lifting high before slamming down, the obscene sounds echoing through the domain. I could see the skin of his lower belly bulging slightly with every deep, merciless impalement—a visual so filthy that my own lust spiked higher than ever before.
I loved how fearless and wild he was with his words. There were some things he would never have dared to say if we were not in the depths of this sinful domain.
I sat up suddenly, wrapping my strong arms around him and sucking one of his wet nipples into my mouth while he continued riding me. My teeth grazed the sensitive, hardened bud as I thrust up harder, meeting his desperate movements. We moved together in a sweaty, oiled frenzy—kissing sloppily, our tongues tangling, exchanging filthy praises and desperate pleas.
After driving him to the absolute edge again, I flipped him onto his hands and knees for the next position. I mounted him from behind, gripping his waist and slamming back in with one vicious, unyielding thrust. The impact made his entire body jolt forward, a high-pitched cry escaping his lips.
I fucked him like an animal, my hips snapping with relentless, savage force. One hand fisted his messy hair, yanking his head back, while the other reached around to stroke his cock. "Take it deeper—feel me in your guts, omega."
"Yes! Harder—please, knot me, fill me!" he begged shamelessly, pushing his ass back to meet every single thrust. His back arched deeply again, that sweet, torturous ache visible in every line of his body.
I felt my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock, the thick bulb catching on his wet rim with every stroke. "You want my knot? Beg properly."
"Please, Prince Azriel! Knot your omega’s hole—tie me—breed me full!" Seraphel wailed.
With a deep, guttural roar, I slammed in to the hilt and let the knot pop inside him.
It swelled massively, locking us together as the first intense orgasm crashed over me. Thick, hot ropes of my cum flooded his insides, pulse after pulse, while his own cock erupted untouched across the lotus petals.
The pressure was exquisite—the best I had felt in hundreds of years. My swollen knot ground directly against his prostate, forcing him into a shaking, prolonged climax that milked my shaft dry.
We stayed locked like that for long minutes, my heavy body draped over his trembling one, as I whispered filthy praises into his ear. "Good boy... taking my knot so beautifully... such a perfect for your Alpha."
But even as the knot began to deflate slightly, my lust burned hotter. I wanted more.
Once it finally slipped free with a wet gush of our mixed fluids, I flipped him onto his back again, hoisting his legs over my broad shoulders, and drove back in. This second round was slower at first, savoring the creamy, wet mess inside him, before building to a savage, relentless intensity.
"Again," I growled. "I’m going to knot you twice tonight. I will fill you until you’re completely swollen with me."
Seraphel could barely form words, reduced to helpless moans and weak nods. I fucked him through another position shift, face to face, so I could watch every expression of overwhelmed ecstasy on his pretty face.
My hand returned to his throat, squeezing possessively as I thrust deep. The sounds of our slick bodies clashing were constant, wet, and driving us both mad.
I edged my own knot again. I pulled out at the last moment to suck his dripping hole once more, devouring the mix of our fluids, tongue-fucking him until he screamed. Then, I slid back in, building faster and faster.
On the second knotting, I pinned him completely, our bodies glued together by oil, sweat, and cum. The knot swelled even larger this time, stretching him to his absolute limits as I came with a bellowing groan.
Endless, thick spurts painted his insides white, his flat belly distending slightly from the sheer volume of my seed.
Seraphel came harder than ever, his hole convulsing wildly around the massive, throbbing knot, milking every single drop of my release while he sobbed my name as if he were chanting a prayer.
We remained tied together for what felt like an eternity of bliss, my arms wrapped tightly around him, my lips trailing soft, then filthy kisses across his wet skin. I whispered endless praises to him as I kissed his neck again.
"My perfect little lotus, my insatiable omega," I whispered into his ear, gently rocking the knot inside him to draw out his lingering aftershocks.
When it finally began to go down, I stayed buried deep, holding him close on the ruined bed of white lotuses.
Our bodies glistened, marked, and utterly spent from what we had just shared.
And I knew right then and there.
Seraphel didn’t just quench my thirst. He had made it so that I would never want anyone else but him.