CHAPTER 65: CRY HARDER, BABY [-R18]

Edmund watched them with sharp interest, but irritation flickered through his eyes when he saw his seed spilling out of Lucien’s body. He stood and brushed his fingers along Lucien’s trembling back.

"Wait here, Lucien. I have something to bring you," he murmured, turning to search through the crates for the perfect plug.

Lucien tilted his head, shrugged, and slowly made his way toward Adrian, who had gone pale and was now awkwardly trying to drag the chair by shifting his weight.

"Do not even dare," Adrian snapped, voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear. "I will destroy your ass after this, I swear."

Lucien only smiled as he stopped in front of him, the metal toys gleaming wickedly in his hand.

"You think I am scared?"

The omega grabbed Adrian’s jaw and forced him to look up. His voice dropped to a cold, confident purr.

"You are helpless in front of Edmund. And that Leopard would kneel just to have a second of my attention. You will never win against me, Adrian."

He leaned closer, his smile turning razor sharp. "And I am very curious to see you beg. I want to hear you plead to cum. This is the perfect moment."

"Silas, help me!" Adrian snapped, voice cracking as his pride crumbled.

Silas only snorted. "I hate to admit it, but Lucien is incredibly hot when he is evil."

He dragged his chair away, settling into a spot with a better view. "As long as I am not the one being tortured, I will not complain."

"Traitors! Both of you!" Adrian shouted dramatically.

"Cry harder. You look adorable when you are desperate," Lucien murmured, kneeling in front of him as he unzipped his trousers.

Adrian’s cock was already hard, twitching helplessly as Lucien stroked slowly, making the alpha groan despite himself.

"You evil bitch," Adrian hissed through clenched teeth.

"Shhh. You are an assassin. You cannot possibly be terrified of a little toy," Lucien whispered.

He slid the cock ring down to the base, tightening it firmly. Adrian hissed and shivered, breath breaking.

"Now for the main course," Lucien said softly, lifting his gaze to Adrian’s furious expression and finding it unexpectedly adorable.

He took the long prince’s wand, positioned it at Adrian’s slit, and began to guide it in slowly.

Adrian gasped sharply, pain and pleasure twisting together until the entire rod was buried in his urethra and the alpha trembled uncontrollably.

"Shit..."

"How does it feel?" Lucien asked, voice low and dangerous.

"To be completely helpless while someone pushes a hot, thick rod into you?"

He stroked Adrian again, watching the veins pulse and tighten beneath the strain, the cock swelling impossibly thick. Lucien nearly drooled at the sight.

He leaned closer, ready to take him in his mouth, but suddenly strong hands hooked under his arms and lifted him back.

He gasped, startled, and looked over his shoulder to see Edmund standing behind him.

"Enjoying yourself that much?"

Edmund’s tone was edged with jealousy, though his grin was sharp enough to cut.

"I have a gift for you."

He raised a black plug in his hand, thick and perfectly sized, and Lucien could not help but laugh breathlessly, dazed from pleasure and exhaustion.

He thought, ’Seemed like I am getting dumber every time someone fills me with cum.’

Edmund pushed the plug inside him in one steady motion, and Lucien moaned loudly, legs shaking as the alpha held him upright. It fit perfectly, sealing the warmth inside.

"Perfect," Edmund murmured, delivering a firm slap to his ass that made Lucien gasp.

"Now show him what real suffering is. Pleasure him. Make him lose his mind because he cannot cum."

Lucien sank to his knees, his body still trembling, and reached for Adrian’s cock. He licked along the shaft slowly, savoring the taste of sweat and salt on his tongue, memorizing every pulsing vein under his lips.

Adrian gasped and cursed, hands straining uselessly against the restraints.

"Lucien... take it off," he pleaded, voice shaking, but the omega only smiled at the desperate expression twisting the alpha’s face.

The downward pull of his brows, the flush staining his cheeks, pathetic and beautiful.

"So cute," Lucien whispered, letting saliva drip deliberately until the cock glistened wet and slick in his hand.

He opened his mouth and guided the tip inside, jaw stretching painfully wide as he worked half the length down his throat.

It nudged the back of his tongue, and he swallowed hard to keep himself from gagging.

The heavy musk of Adrian’s pheromone—earthy, sharp, consuming—hit him all at once, and his own cock twitched, painfully hard again despite the exhaustion.

"Fuck! Lucien, this is too much..." Adrian’s head tipped back until it hit the chair, breath breaking in ragged bursts.

His hair clung damp to his face, and his body trembled violently as Lucien worked him with slow, wet strokes, his mouth sliding sloppy and hot around the swollen length.

Every time he pulled back for air, he licked and sucked at the tip before taking it in again, deeper, tighter.

Adrian choked on a groan, his penis turning dark red, bulging and rigid to the point of agony beneath the tight cock ring.

He was drowning in sensation, overwhelmed by the warmth of Lucien’s throat and the suffocating need building with nowhere to go.

"Mmph... hnnn..." Lucien moaned around him, the vibrations sending a shock through Adrian’s spine.

His entire body started to shake, eyes filling with stars, pleasure and pain twisting together until his breath broke in a sob.

"Please, Lucien, let me cum. Please," he begged finally, voice small and cracked.

Lucien stared up at him with glittering amethyst eyes, jaw still full around the thick length.

A wicked curve touched the corner of his mouth as he began stroking his own rod with his hand, rubbing it against the floor to heighten the sensation, chasing friction with a desperate need that bordered on feral.

But nothing compared to being filled by an alpha’s cock, and the emptiness inside him felt unbearable.

"Ahh—hahh—" Adrian’s moans turned raw as tears gathered, spilling down his cheeks.

Lucien bobbed faster, sucking harder, saliva spilling over his lips and dripping onto his chest.

The pleasure rose unbearably high, crashing and breaking without release until Adrian shook uncontrollably.

Silas and Edmund watched in silence, their own bodies tense, breath ragged.

The sight of Lucien grinding himself helplessly while choking on Adrian’s cock—drool spilling, eyes glassy with lust—was enough to unravel whatever composure they had left.

Edmund growled, desire snapping like a whip. He strode forward and hooked his hands under Lucien’s hips, lifting him effortlessly.

"You can’t cum just from your hands anymore," he muttered against Lucien’s ear, voice low and hungry. "So let me take care of you."