Omega Ascension System[BL]-Chapter 286: _Bowl Of Sin And Desire

(Yes... There’s more spice. Advance with discretion!)

Elian’s POV

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Lucian’s grip around Elian’s wrists tightened; his other hand was placed firmly on his waist. While he was at that, he rammed into him from behind at a staggering pace, grunts and moans vibrating off him.

Elian didn’t hold back the sounds his lips made. He couldn’t. Not with Kyren standing in front of him, gripping his jaw and making him look into his eyes.

Those crimson orbs were more than temptation. They held a reminder of something the Rogue king told him at the very beginning...

"Let these walls drip with your moans."

And oh, he more than dripped.

He struggled to keep his eyes open, lips trembling as sounds he didn’t believe he could make tore out of him with each claiming drill the Alpha Prince made. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"You should see yourself right now," Kyren whispered, lips curved in a sly smirk. "So needy. So... Beautiful." His thumb traced his jawline before settling on his lips. He pulled at a string of Elian’s saliva, mouth curling even wider. "So hungry to be left wrecked and begging for more."

All Elian could manage was a nod.

What else could he do when Lucian didn’t slow down his pace for even a breath? At one point it felt like the Alpha Prince moved at a rhythm so fast he lost track of his breathing.

Lucian—as possessive as he is—was rarely like this. This... This was—

"Mmph!" The Alpha Prince’s moan got muffled when he buried his face in Elian’s neck, pressing ravaging kisses. Like he deliberately wanted to leave marks on the bite Kyren left there. "I can... I can never have enough of you—fuck!" He shivered, grip on Elian’s wrists finally loosening.

He let Elian’s palms hit the marble floor with a loud slap, pulling out his length. Elian twitched at the sudden rush of air streaming into his hole.

Luckily, the system didn’t make any—

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Fucking—

He didn’t have time to think.

The hand Lucian had been using to grip his wrists found him girth, arm wrapping around Elian’s stomach. The latter’s eyes widened, a dizzying contrast of anticipation and hesitation.

Then came the strokes.

Lucian moved his hand up and down Elian’s dick, taking his sweet time. Sweat, water and precum made an interesting lubricant—one that had Elian whimpering until his eyes watered.

"P–Please..." He barely let the words out. "Make me... Make me come. This is—"

"Torture?" Kyren chuckled, figure still looming over Elian like a god taking pity on his most devout follower. His fingers found his jaw again, but he didn’t stop there.

Slowly, the Rogue king lowered himself to the ground—all while Lucian continued his excruciatingly slow strokes on his dick.

Goddess, they’ll be his ruin!

When Kyren finally got to his level, Elian got a chance to look into those sin-filled eyes that burned hotter than the Dark Lands themselves. He almost forgot about what Lucian was doing to him.

Almost.

Not until Kyren suddenly leaned in with an insatiable fire, claiming his lips like they held the elixir of life. His tongue slid seamlessly into Elian’s mouth, hand never leaving his jaw.

And all Elian could do was tremble like he couldn’t get enough. Because he couldn’t. Ever. This was bliss in every sense of the word!

However, when Kyren pulled away from the kiss, caressing his jaw like some long lost bounty—Lucian got serious again.

SMACK!

The Alpha Prince didn’t slide in slowly. All Elian felt before his length filled him was the sudden stretch of his anal muscles. He jolted forward, almost crashing into Kyren.

"Argh!" Elian screamed. "Fuck—Lucian..." He barely finished when the Alpha Prince’s strokes on his dick fastened as well.

Soon the strokes on Elian’s dick and Lucian’s hungry pace reached an equilibrium. Moans, sweat, heat—they all merged into one steamy bowl of sin and desire.

One Elian couldn’t afford to drink anymore without bursting.

He could feel it coming. Another muscle spasming climax.

And from the way Lucian’s pace occasionally slowed, it seemed he was getting close as well.

"Come for me, little flame." Kyren was ever the supporter, his want barely buried under that crimson light. "Come for us. Soil this cave with your seed."

Elian didn’t know when he straightened himself, stretching his right hand behind. He grabbed Lucian’s back, guiding his pace and depth as the lines between pain and pleasure blurred.

"Fuck—Fuck—Yes!" Elian nodded, sweat sealing his eyes shut. "Deeper... Argh!" He arched into Lucian, fingers trembling on his back.

Turning around, he found the Alpha Prince’s lips, barely letting out a moan before taking him in a kiss. Lucian grunted, his grip on his waist so tight it felt like he could break him if he added just a little more strength.

And then it came—

"I’m... I’m coming!" Lucian groaned into his mouth, his entire body shivering. He didn’t pull out. He released every last drop of cum in Elian, filling his hole with a hot liquid that instantly made him come too.

They both grunted, moaned and shuddered, their breathless gasps filling the cave in an almost perfect harmony. Lucian buried his face in Elian’s neck, lips pressed on his skin.

Several seconds passed with them like that. Just basking in the heat of what they did while Lucian’s dick twitched inside Elian like it was ready for round two—or was it three?—right about now.

But then—

"Now wasn’t that exhilarating?" Kyren slapped Elian’s cheek gently, forcing his eyes open. The latter’s face burned—from embarrassment and ecstasy—yet the Rogue king continued. "Tell me you want to stop."

Elian bit his bottom lip, blinking into those eyes as if they were salvation. He didn’t realise he was drooling until the soft platter of his saliva hitting the floor echoed.

Shit.

His mind said yes. Yes, he should stop. But when his eyes trailed slowly to Kyren’s rock-hard cock, still alive with veins and blood—every cell in his body screamed NO.

[Sigh... Never beating those slut allegations.]

"D–Don’t stop." He shook his head, feeling the way Lucian twitched behind him. "Not... Not until I’ve felt you too. Not until my brain memorises every inch."

Kyren’s face was plain, and the silence stretched far too long. It was almost as if he was surprised at the way Elian worded that.

Who wouldn’t?

However—that changed eventually, his lips curling in a knowing smirk. He nodded once, fingers leaving Elian’s jaw and touching the spot he bit several minutes ago.

"Good..." The Rogue King mumbled. "I promise not to hold back."