CHAPTER 82: _LOSING ALL DIGNITY

(Warning: More Empire Level Spice.)

Elian’s POV

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When Lucian raised his head from Elian’s most tender parts, he licked his lips, his gaze trailing every inch of him like he didn’t know where to start.

Meanwhile, Elian felt like he was going to sink right into the sofa he was lying on. He stared at Lucian, noting one factor that stood between him and a good time.

The Alpha Prince’s clothes.

"Why don’t you take these off?" Elian said with a shaky voice, stuttering as his hands tugged at the sleeves of Lucian’s shirt before snaking their way to his pants. "I’m naked and you’re not."

Lucian smirked, grabbing Elian’s right wrist with one swift motion before whispering. "Someone’s so greedy..."

Elian pouted his lips but before he could argue further, his eyes widened as he watched Lucian take his shirt off with one fluid movement, flinging it aside.

Before Elian could catch enough time to admire his arm muscles and chest, Lucian brought his hands to his pants, making sure Elian followed each movement.

[Meow! Talk about a strip tease!]

Elian’s face heated up as Lucian managed to take off the pants as well, bringing his knee close to his throbbing dick in the process.

"Is this better for you?" Lucian asked with a smug grin, keeping eye contact with Elian who seemed like he was going to pass out.

The latter nodded slowly, his mind hazy. "Y–Yes, your majesty..."

His voice trailed off when his gaze fell on Lucian’s full length pointing at him like a damn signal.

A signal to take it into his mouth that is.

Elian stretched his right hand forward slowly, as if contemplating whether what he was about to do was a good idea. Maybe it wasn’t, Lucian’s dick put the "G" in girth after all.

[As if you haven’t wrapped your lips around it once. What would one more do to you?]

Elian gulped, wrapping his palm around the royal dick while propping himself up, sitting on the sofa. Lucian remained kneeling, making no noises and just... Watching.

Eventually, Elian closed his eyes and wrapped his mouth around the Alpha Prince’s cock, causing the latter to release a soft moan.

Lucian brushed one hand through Elian’s blonde white hair, tangling the strands in his fingers while supporting Elian’s neck with his other hand.

"Fuck..." Lucian grunted, the sound coming off as almost guttural. "That’s right... Take it in."

Elian almost cringed hearing him say that but he’d be damned before that made him stop taking in his dick.

He opened his eyes after pulling out to catch his breath but Lucian quickly guided his lips back to his schlong, rocking his hips against his mouth and grunting heavily.

Lucian soon brought his right hand to Elian’s aching erection, using his fingers to teasingly rub the sleek from the tip before wrapping his palm around the whole thing.

Elian gasped into Lucian’s dick but his arousal only drove him further to keep on sucking Lucian’s dick, this time without pulling it out for breath...

For ten seconds or so.

He knew it was ten seconds because occasionally, when he opened his eyes, the system showed him this on the invisible screen:

[Time passed: 10 seconds. Time before host meets the moon goddess from choking on dick: 15 seconds.]

Fortunately, when he let go of Lucian’s dick this time, the latter didn’t force it back into his mouth.

Instead, he shoved him backwards until he rested on the soft sofa, causing Elian to let out a relieved breath.

Lucian wasted no time showing what he wanted to do next. The glint in his eyes was all too familiar to Elian.

Elian bit his bottom lip as Lucian grabbed his legs, parting them aside and positioning himself between them. He dragged Elian closer to his stomach until his dick pressed against his balls.

Without warning, Lucian brought his middle finger to Elian’s hole, which was already wet with slick, slowly pushing it in. As if that wasn’t enough to make Elian’s toes curl, Lucian brought his lips to his nipples, catching one between his teeth.

Elian arched even closer until his chest collided with Lucian’s. Lucian’s thrusts with his fingers were slow at first, curling in just the right way that made Elian’s breath stutter and his thighs tremble.

[Warning: You are seconds away from losing all dignity. Carry on.]

The Alpha Prince added a second finger without breaking eye contact, his other hand gripping Elian’s thigh firmly to keep him spread wide. His mouth never left Elian’s chest — kissing, sucking, biting — each movement calculated to pull another sound from him.

And he did.

"Lucian..." Elian breathed, his voice shaking. "Please..."

The corner of Lucian’s mouth curved into a smirk against his skin. "Please what?"

"I need you... Inside me..."

And that was all it took.

Lucian withdrew his fingers slowly, his touch leaving Elian feeling unbearably empty. Then, with deliberate precision, he pressed the head of his cock against Elian’s entrance.

The stretch was slow, torturously slow, every inch pushing in with a kind of reverence that made Elian’s chest tighten. His hands gripped the back of the sofa for stability, toes curling against the cushions as Lucian sank deeper.

[Probability of walking straight for the rest of today: 3%.]

Lucian’s gaze locked onto his, his silver eyes molten, his breathing controlled despite the obvious strain of holding back.

"You feel... unreal," he murmured, his hips finally meeting Elian’s with a deep, final press.

Elian could only gasp, his whole body trembling under the weight of sensation.

Lucian stayed still for a moment, letting him adjust, his thumb brushing soothing circles over Elian’s hip. But that gentleness didn’t last long.

His hips began to move slowly and steadily, every thrust hitting that exact spot that made Elian’s vision blur.

Elian’s moans grew louder, his fingers digging into Lucian’s shoulders. "Gods, Lucian—"

"Louder," Lucian demanded, his voice getting rough as his pace picked up.

The rhythm became hypnotic, each movement designed to keep Elian teetering on the brink but never tipping over. Lucian leaned down, kissing him hard, his tongue claiming him just as thoroughly as his body did.

[Alert: Orgasm imminent. Host can attempt to delay— oh, never mind, you’re a goner.]

Lucian’s hand slipped between them, wrapping around Elian’s aching cock and stroking in perfect sync with his thrusts. The double sensation tore a strangled moan from Elian’s throat, his back arching as the pleasure built to a blinding peak.

"Come for me," Lucian ordered, his voice a dark growl.

That was all it took. Elian’s release hit hard, his vision going white as his body shuddered violently.

But Lucian didn’t stop... if anything, his thrusts grew rougher, chasing his own high.

A low, guttural sound escaped him as he finally reached his climax, his hips pressing deep one last time before he pulled out and spilt his thick load on Elian’s stomach with a sharp gasp.

They stayed like that — chests heaving, foreheads pressed together, skin slick with sweat — the air between them charged with something more than just lust.

Lucian finally spoke, his voice softer now. "You’re mine, Elian."

Just when Elian was about to catch his breath to speak, a sharp ringing song tore through the strained breathing between the two of them.

Lucian grunted, letting out a sigh. "My communication ring..." He grabbed his pants from the floor, searching the pocket. "... That should be the palace tech experts."

[Ah yes... nothing like being yeeted from the afterglow straight into tech support.]