Chapter 93: Bound to the Prince of Lust
Azriel
A sharp, electric shock of pure pleasure shot directly through my core from the sensitive base of the magic ears, making my breath hitch sharply.
My initial vow not to touch him sexually nearly crumbled on the spot; the urge to flip him over and claim him fully was overwhelming.
But a Sin’s word was absolute, and I had promised myself he would rest tonight.
Forcing down the roaring heat in my chest, I pulled back slightly and guided him to sit comfortably on the smooth, submerged marble bench in the shallow end of the pool.
I gathered his long, dark hair over his shoulder, dipping my hands into the warm water and running my fingers smoothly through the silk strands to untangle them.
"Such magnificent hair," I muttered softly.
Stepping back, I stripped out of my own heavy robes, tossing the ruined garments onto the dry marble ledge.
Once entirely bare, I stepped into the pool behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind and pulling his smooth back flush against my chest.
I cupped the warm water in my palms, slowly pouring it over his pale shoulders, letting the droplets bead and slide down his collarbones and chest.
As I worked my hands down his sides, massaging the tension out of his delicate frame, Seraphel leaned his head back against my shoulder with a contented sigh.
"Azriel," he murmured softly, his voice echoing in the quiet chamber. "Who do you think the servant was? The one who placed the curse under my bed?"
I smoothed a hand down his forearm, my thumbs rubbing small circles over his soft skin. "Lumiel will identify the traitor the moment he sets eyes upon the servants lined up in the hall. His power allows him to see through any lie or residual dark aura. You don’t need to waste your energy worrying about that, Seraphel. Just relax and let the water soothe you."
Seraphel nodded quietly, closing his eyes and letting his body sink deeper into my hold.
My hands continued their slow, rhythmic journey down his body, slick with water and smooth oil from the spring.
I guided one hand down between his thighs, my palm sliding over his smooth skin until my fingers brushed against his delicate entrance.
I slipped a single finger inside, the slick warmth of the lake making the entry seamless as I began to gently stretch him, washing away any lingering impurities from his time in the dark realm.
"Ah... mmn..." Seraphel let out a low, breathless moan, his hips arching slightly as my finger rotated inside his tight warmth.
I slid a second finger in, working them in a steady, teasing rhythm while my free hand reached around his front, wrapping around his soft, pale shaft.
I began to stroke him with slow, deliberate up-and-down glides, matching the rhythm of my fingers inside him.
"Azriel... ah!" Seraphel whimpered, his neck arching back completely against my collarbone, his face flushed with a dark, intoxicating arousal.
He spread his knees wider in the water, clinging to my arms as he gave himself over entirely to the sensation.
"Do you know why this place is called the Seductive Lake, Seraphel?" I whispered directly against his ear, my breath hot against his damp skin as I added a third finger inside his tight, pulsing hole.
"Uhn... why...?" he panted, his hands twitching against my thighs.
"Because I am the Prince of Lust," I murmured, stroking his slick shaft a little faster, watching him writhe against me. "I thrive on desire. I enjoy the feeling of raw passion, and I built this sacred sanctuary specifically to indulge in those exact senses. Tell me, mortal... do you think I have ever brought anyone else into these waters?"
Seraphel’s chest heaved as he fought for air, his mind foggy with pleasure. "Have... have you?"
"Never," I stated firmly, my fingers pressing deep against his sweet spot, eliciting a loud, shattered gasp from his lips. "Only you, my little lotus. No other soul has ever stepped foot into this private domain."
Through the soul bond connecting us, a sudden, powerful surge of pure warmth, excitement, and overwhelming happiness flooded straight into my chest, originating entirely from him.
He couldn’t hide his true feelings from me even if he tried; the knowledge that he was the only one thrilled him to his core.
A sharp smirk touched my lips. I wanted to see the exact look on his face when he admitted how much he belonged to me.
I gently slid my fingers out of his body, turning him around in the water until he was facing me directly.
I caught his wrist, lifting his hand so his slender fingers were laced with mine. His face was intensely flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his thick lashes fluttering as he looked up at me with an innate, breathtaking seduction that made my entire body tremble with raw need.
I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his swollen lips. Keeping my eyes fixed on his, I lowered my free hand beneath the surface of the glowing lake.
I swirled my palm through the warm water, channeling a soft thread of my aura into the spring.
Instantly, the water began to ripple with golden light.
Soft, luminous white lotuses began to sprout out of nowhere, blooming across the surface of the lake, their delicate petals glowing with a brilliant, magical radiance that illuminated the dim hall.
"This... this is so beautiful!" Seraphel breathed, his eyes widening in child-like wonder as he looked at the glowing flowers floating around us. "You created this just now?"
I nodded softly. "You always seem so utterly fascinated by things like this."
Seraphel let out a light, melodious laugh, reaching out to gently cup one of the glowing white blossoms in his palm. "Of course I am fascinated. Where I come from, magical things like this simply don’t exist."
My brow furrowed slightly as I caught the phrase. "Where you come from?" I asked, studying his face intently.
Seraphel froze for a fraction of a second, a brief flicker of panic crossing his features before he caught himself and let out a small sigh. "I... I meant my home district. In the outer mortal territories, there are no fascinating phenomena like this."
"Is that so?" I murmured, stepping closer until there was no space left between us. "So if I continue to show you incredible, magical things, will you always look at me with this exact level of excitement?"
Before he could process my question, I lifted him effortlessly by his waist, carrying him through the floating lotuses to the edge of the lake.
I set him down against a large, smooth obsidian rock at the water’s edge, leaning over him so my body completely shadowed his.
"From this day forward, Seraphel," I spoke, my voice dropping into a possessive, dark tone that echoed with absolute authority, "I want you to reserve that excitement solely for me. You are not allowed to look at anyone else with those shining eyes. You are not allowed to seek happiness from anyone else. I will be the sole source of your joy in this life. Do you understand me?"
Seraphel’s brows knit together in confusion and faint hesitation.
My intense, unyielding words had clearly startled him, but I didn’t care.
I was desperate to hear the words leave his mouth. I needed the finality of his surrender.
"Say it, Seraphel!" I demanded softly, leaning in to press a fierce kiss against the corner of his lips, my hand cupping his jaw tightly. "Say that you are mine!"
I shifted my lips down to the glowing mate mark on the side of his neck, sinking my fangs down into the soft skin, biting just hard enough to break the surface.
"Ah... nhg!" Seraphel gasped, a sharp mixture of pain and intense pleasure shooting through his body.
His head fell back against the obsidian rock, his fingers digging into my shoulders as he let out a breathless, melodious moan. "I am... I am yours, Azriel! I am completely yours!"
Satisfied with his surrender, I licked away the tiny bead of fresh blood rising from the bite mark, soothing the raw skin with my tongue.
I pulled back slightly, cupping both sides of his flushed face so he was forced to look directly into my blazing crimson eyes.
"If anyone else ever tries to lay a hand on you, or tries to steal your smile away from me, I will slaughter them without hesitation," I declared, my tone utterly cold and devoid of any doubt. "That is not a threat, Seraphel—it is an absolute promise. Because from this moment on... I am the only one permitted to bring you pleasure."