Omega Ascension System[BL] Chapter 231: Throne Room Of Atrocities

(Warning: Empire Level Spice Ahead.)

Lucian’s POV

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Sparks ignited between them. Quite literally.

Lucian felt like his body was on fire as the kiss deepened. His fingers gripped Elian’s waist tighter, pulling him closer to himself until all he could feel was his warmth.

Elian’s soft moans only pushed Lucian’s possessive instincts; the clothes soon beca a hindrance he couldn’t stand anymore.

"Wait..." He pulled out of the kiss, his eyes fixed on Elian who blinked with confusion.

"Is... Is sothing wrong?" Elian whispered but Lucian didn’t speak.

The Alpha Prince’s head swerved slowly to the throne room doors, his eyes dimming slightly.

No distractions.

"Throne room system." He spoke up, straightening his spine. "Seal the doors and make sure to alert if anyone approaches."

"Understood!" Ca the abrupt robotic response from the throne room’s system.

The doors made a chanical whirring sound, followed by a few clicks, but Lucian had torn his attention completely away from that.

His eyes settled on Elian again, this ti blazing with a more intense fire. The latter’s violet eyes glinted with a softness that was like a signal.

Lucian’s fingers fluidly trailed to the buttons of Elian’s shirt, tightening around them.

"Shouldn’t we—" Elian was about to speak but the words died in his throat when Lucian yanked the shirt to himself.

Their bodies collided again and so did their lips. Lucian’s fingers worked on Elian’s buttons easily, getting rid of them in seconds before he flung the shirt aside.

He caressed Elian’s arms, his lips curling slowly. "Has soone been working out secretly?"

He didn’t wait for Elian to answer that. He grabbed the oga’s ass firmly, causing the latter to gasp. Lucian lifted him off the ground with ease, smacking his lips against his.

Their tongues danced in each other’s mouths while Lucian subconsciously searched for a spot to pin him to.

Having sex in the Lunarian throne room. A room with millennia of history brimming through its golden walls and pristine white pillars.

It sounded like blasphemy. Like sin.

But that only made it all the more enticing to Lucian’s dark fantasies.

Elian’s arms slowly left Lucian’s neck, his fingers hooking on the sleeves of his shirt. Lucian let him help himself, still wobbling around the throne room until his foot finally hit sothing.

The dais.

He didn’t stumble, his lips leaving Elian who was already gasping like a man starved.

"Hundreds of rooms in this palace," Elian muttered with a sly grin as Lucian slowly lowered him on the bottom steps. "And yet you chose this for our... Atrocities?"

Lucian’s lips curled with a smirk of his own, snapping his neck as he took off his shirt like it was a race against ti. Elian’s eyes already seed like he wanted to magically make his clothes disappear.

When his shirt was no longer an obstruction, he lowered his body, placing both hands on either side of Elian’s head. Leaving no room for escape.

Their breaths tangled in raspy huffs, Elian’s gaze a silent dare.

"You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this..." Lucian finally spoke, his voice raw with sincerity. "Since I woke up in the Dark Lands and saw this face. These... Eyes."

His right hand traced the soft curves of Elian’s face, his thumb rubbing just underneath his eyes.

His mate’s face reddened as he bit his bottom lip.

"You wanted to do this with soone you couldn’t even rember at the ti?" Elian teased, his eyes narrowing as he leaned closer. "Oh, Alpha Prince. I didn’t know you had this slutty side."

Slutty.

Lucian didn’t find that word offensive in the slightest. If it was a perfect description for the feral fire burning in his core right now then by all ans—

"Anyway, I’m guessing we don’t have a lot of ti..." Elian broke the silence before it stretched longer than necessary.

The fingers of his right hand danced across Lucian’s broad chest, drawing lines and even occasionally flicking at his nipples. As he did that, Lucian let one of his hands find Elian’s pants, already tugging at them.

"Let’s make it quick then..." Lucian grinned wolfishly, every part of his being restless.

Any other words they had were snatched away by a kiss that felt all parts needy and desperate.

The pants ca off before Lucian could even register it and so did the underwear until they were both bare before the holy lights of the throne room.

Lucian’s rock-hard cock slamd against Elian’s stomach as their bodies pressed, the kiss becoming even more passionate.

Slowly, Lucian wrapped his right hand around Elian’s cock. The oga jolted slightly in response, holding Lucian’s shoulders tighter like his sanity depended on it.

The strokes started almost reverently, like Lucian wanted to take note of every wince, every sound that he made break out of Elian.

And oh did the Oga squirm.

Elian wriggled so much underneath him that the movent of their chests on each other made Lucian’s wolf growl with need.

The oga leaked with pre cum, the strokes beca fluid.

"P–Please..." Elian’s voice broke out in a shuddered breath but Lucian shut him up with a kiss.

The oga’s back arched on the steps, his legs shaking while all Lucian did was stroke. And stroke.

Sothing about seeing Elian like this—pleading underneath him for his touch—made Lucian even more aroused.

Until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Just when Elian’s body shook like he was about to co undone, he uncurled his fingers from his dick. The slick rope of pre cum connected the veiny length to Lucian’s fingers.

Without a word, Lucian’s hands clasped on Elian’s waist. Their dicks slapped together, the friction sending another jolt of arousal through the Alpha Prince’s core.

Lucian spun Elian around, pressing his chest against the steps of the dais. His right hand rested on the Oga’s head for a mont until both hands trailed down to his main target.

Elian’s round ass.

His hole was already leaking with slick, his body’s naturally made lubricant. All Lucian saw was a nectar he wanted to get drunk on.

"Are you..." Elian glanced over his shoulder as Lucian lowered his head, his face inches away from his ass. "What are you... Oh. Oh, that’s a new one—"

Before he could say anything sarcastic, Lucian flicked out his tongue. He stuck it into Elian’s hole, grabbing his cheeks firmly.

A sound tore out of Elian’s lips, a mix of shock and pleasure that amused Lucian for a second. But after that the Alpha Prince was rciless, burying his face in Elian’s behind.

His tongue rolled around his hole first, the licking sounds echoing off the throne room walls. Elian’s breathing was the only other heavy sound in there.

Elian’s breathing hitched, the sound catching sowhere between a whimper and a moan. His hands braced against the steps, fingers curling helplessly as Lucian’s touch dragged him closer to the edge.

"Lucian..." he gasped, voice trembling.

The Alpha Prince lifted his head slightly, his own breathing heavy.

Their gazes t for the briefest mont—Elian’s violet eyes glazed with want, Lucian’s molten with need—and the air between them thickened with sothing primal.

Lucian’s grip tightened, his lips brushing Elian’s spine, following the trail of shivers his own touch created. "You drive insane," he murmured against his skin, each word low and rough. "Every sound, every breath..."

Elian shivered again, his voice breaking into small, wordless sounds as Lucian moved closer, guiding them into a rhythm that spoke louder than words.

The Alpha Prince positioned his cock in front of Elian’s entrance in preparation. And then he plunged, burying his length deep until his balls bounced off Elian’s ass.

His mate whimpered beneath him, his body shaking. But Lucian kissed his neck, wrapping his arms around his body. His fingers caressed Elian’s chest until his right hand found his dick again.

While he did this he continued moving his dick in and out of Elian in a slow and steady rhythm, giving his body space to adjust. When Elian seed more relaxed... All the contained need ca rushing out.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Lucian beca rougher, plunging deeper and harder until the sound of their bodies colliding drowned out the moans and grunts.

Elian arched, turning his head around. That let Lucian plant a kiss, this one rich with words that didn’t need to be said but were already clear:

’You are mine...’

Ti beca a blur, a fading concept as the buildup heightened between them. He could feel Elian getting close already. And this ti, he let him co.

"Argh!" Elian gasped into Lucian’s lips, his breath shuddering and his body spasming.

His cum splashed on the steps of the dais, white and hot.

anwhile, Lucian kept going, breaking the kiss and slowly pressing Elian’s body on the steps.

When he finally ca, he raised his head, his body trembling as he moaned. "Fuck... Fuck! E–Elian..."

His cum spilt on Elian’s back, streaking along it until it settled on his hole.

Lucian’s breathing was heavy but alive, his lips curling as he pressed a thumb against Elian’s hole.

"That... That was—"

Alas, before he could co up with a word, the throne room system flared with an alert:

"Council of fangs mbers approaching!"

Lucian’s blood ran cold, every horny cell in his system dissipating faster than smoke.

Shit.