CHAPTER 52: _THE COCKBLOCK IS REAL

(Warning: Empire Level spice ahead)

Elian’s POV

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"Argh! F–Fuck..." He arched against the wall, brushing his hair back and staring at the ceiling.

Lucian started by slowly wrapping his mouth around the tip. Just the tip. But gods, feeling his warmth on just that small part of himself made Elian reckless.

[Relax, fruitcake. He hasn’t even started yet.]

Elian groaned, but it wasn’t out of frustration. It was pure, unfiltered pleasure.

"You like that?" Lucian whispered beneath him just then, sounding smug as ever. Elian lowered his head, blinking at him just in time to see the slight smirk on his face.

The Alpha Prince’s hot breath hit his skin, sending tingling through him even though he wasn’t doing anything anymore.

"D–Don’t stop." Elian placed his right hand on Lucian’s head, trying to make his throbbing erection plop back into his mouth.

But that was a bad idea...

"Ah, ah, ah..." Lucian held his wrist, shaking his head with a knowing grin. "If you want this, you must play by my rules. And exercise some patience, little Omega."

Elian’s eyebrows furrowed into a frown as he glared at him. "I am not—"

Before he could finish that sentence, Lucian took his entire length in one quick gulp, causing his eyes to widen.

Elian clasped his hands on the wall behind him but he couldn’t hold on to it for support. So instead, he brought his hands to the Alpha Prince’s shoulders, trying hard to control his already ragged breathing.

[And now we’re getting somewhere. Enjoy, fruitcake...]

Elian ignored the system’s voice, gripping Lucian’s shoulders like life depended on it. He moaned, gasped and arched further on the wall, pushing his length deeper into Lucian’s throat until it hit the back of his throat.

But then, Lucian wrapped his right hand gently around his balls, giving him a light pinch. Elian gasped at the weird mix of pleasure and the stinging pain as Lucian pulled the dick out of his mouth.

The alpha Prince’s silver eyes glinted with an unreadable light. He licked Elian’s pre cum from his lips, a smirk curling wider as he clasped his thighs firmly.

Instantly, he raised him off the ground, pushing him up the wall and then making him wrap his legs around his neck just like in the training hall.

Elian held on for dear life as Lucian began taking his dick into his warm mouth in slow strokes at first, moving from his tip to the end of his shaft like it was nothing.

But then the movement became faster, building up into a rhythm that made Elian gasp, his head pressing against the wall behind him.

The rhythm grew merciless, the wet sound of Lucian’s mouth working him mixing with Elian’s ragged breaths.

Each stroke was deeper, hungrier, pulling soft, helpless moans from his throat. His fingers buried in Lucian’s hair, tugging without even realising it, hips twitching to chase more of that maddening heat.

"G–Gods..." Elian’s head thumped back against the wall, every muscle in his body taut. He could feel the pressure building hot and impossible to hold back.

Lucian’s hands slid up his thighs, gripping them hard enough to leave marks, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive junctions near his hips. The Alpha Prince hummed around him again, the vibration detonating white sparks in his skull.

That was all it took.

Elian’s toes curled, a strangled sound spilling out as the coil inside him snapped. His entire body shuddered violently, pleasure crashing over him in blinding waves.

"Lucian!" His voice broke, raw and desperate as he came, hot and hard, into that sinful mouth.

Lucian didn’t move away. He took everything, swallowing every drop with deliberate, obscene slowness, his silver eyes locked on Elian’s dazed face the whole time.

Only when Elian was left trembling, chest heaving, did Lucian finally pull back. He ran his tongue across his lips as if savouring the taste, a smirk curling that sharp mouth.

[Special mission progress: 100% completed. Jackpot, fruitcake!]

"Y–You’re..." Elian’s voice faltered, still breathless. "... Such a cocky bastard."

Lucian dropped him slowly to the ground, his eyes still locked on his face.

Then the Alpha Prince straightened his spine, looming over him with that same predatory calm. "And you," he countered, brushing a knuckle down Elian’s cheek, "are delicious."

The warmth in Elian’s belly twisted. He cleared his throat, forcing a smirk and pulling his pants and underwear back up before moving to push past Lucian toward the door. "Well. Mission accomplished. I’ll just—"

A strong hand clamped around his wrist, halting him mid-step.

Lucian’s grip wasn’t rough, but it sure as heck was firm. "We’re not done yet."

Elian blinked, his heartbeat spiking. "...We’re not?"

Lucian’s smirk darkened. "Did you really think I’d be satisfied with only your pleasure?"

Elian’s mouth went dry. "Uh—"

Before he could finish, Lucian tugged him back, their chests colliding. The Alpha Prince’s hands slid down to Elian’s hips, fingers digging in possessively.

"We’ve never done this before," Lucian murmured, his voice low and heated. "But I’m done waiting."

The words hit Elian like a lightning strike, equal parts thrill and warning. His throat worked around a dry swallow. "You’re... you’re serious."

"Dead serious." Lucian’s silver eyes burned into him. "You’re mine, omega."

The word made Elian’s stomach clench. His legs wobbled slightly when Lucian started walking him backwards, toward the bed at the centre of the room.

When the back of his knees hit the edge, Lucian pushed him down—not hard, but firmly enough to remind him who had control here.

Elian’s pulse thundered as Lucian followed him down, caging him in with his broad frame. The Alpha’s musky scent surrounded him, dizzying.

Lucian’s lips caught his in a deep, hungry kiss, one hand threading into his hair while the other traced slow, burning lines down his chest. When he pulled back, Elian was panting.

"You’re still hard," Lucian noted, his smirk widening.

Elian flushed, cursing his body’s eagerness. "Shut up."

Lucian chuckled darkly, his fingers toying with the waistband of Elian’s pants once more, dragging them down in one smooth motion.

Elian’s breath caught as the cool air hit his overheated skin, quickly replaced by Lucian’s warm palm wrapping around his erection again.

"Gods..." he breathed out.

The strokes were teasing enough to keep him teetering between relief and frustration. Every time Elian’s hips jerked, Lucian slowed, forcing him to take it at his pace.

"Patience," Lucian murmured against his jaw, nipping lightly at the skin there.

Elian growled softly. "You and your damn patience..."

Lucian just smirked, moving lower until his mouth replaced his hand once more, swallowing his length down without warning.

Elian’s back arched, fingers fisting the sheets. "L–Lucian—"

This time, there was no slow build. Lucian set a relentless pace, his tongue and lips working in tandem while his hand gripped the base. The pleasure was brutal, consuming, pushing Elian toward another edge far too soon.

"I can’t—"

"Yes, you can," Lucian interrupted, voice vibrating against him.

That was it. Elian’s vision went white as another climax tore through him, sharper and more overwhelming than the first. He shouted Lucian’s name again, body jerking helplessly as the Alpha Prince milked every last drop from him.

Just when Lucian brought his hands to his own pants, he shoved his knees between Elian’s thighs, prying them apart with predatory force.

His fingers hooked into his own waistband, dragging it down just far enough for Elian to glimpse the thick length straining to be freed.

Elian swallowed hard, gawking at the famed "royal dick". Goddess... It was huge, throbbing and already dripping with pre cum.

Meanwhile, the Alpha Prince’s silver eyes never left his face. "I’m going to—"

Knock. Knock.

"Lucian! It’s dinner time and I’m tired of waiting for you!" Aurora’s voice sang from the other side of the door.

Elian froze. Lucian’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare toward the door.

[Ohhh... the cockblock is real.]

For a long second, Lucian didn’t move, the heat in his gaze promising that this interruption wouldn’t save Elian for long. Then, with a frustrated growl, he released his grip on his waistband, plopping his throbbing dick back into his pants.

"This..." Lucian murmured darkly, "It’s not over."