Vengeance of The Broken Lycan Prince [BL]-Chapter 494: Don’t Hold Back… Light Me Up Again [2]

[TAMIKO]

The world seemed to be still for Tamiko, while Kosta just arched himself even more, gripping Tamiko’s thighs while he fucked himself on the prince’s cock. Tamiko was losing his mind, and his princess was the reason for it all.

His pretty, defiant krushka.

His precious Erasthai. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

His precious little thing.

Gods, he was fucked.

"You’re playing with fire, princess," Tamiko warned slowly.

Kosta just let out another choked chuckle, the reminder that this was too much for him. The reminder that he was defiant. He was already fired up, tired, and Tamiko had sensed it, and had smelled too of him too.

Offered to help.

But Kosta had maintained his stance.

"I wouldn’t mind being burned by yours," Kosta added, and Tamiko snapped.

His hands that had been useless on his side, were suddenly on the omega’s hips, holding tightly like he was scared Kosta would disappear on him.

But where the hell was that even to be, when right now, there was a sweet caramel scent that was hitting Tamiko in the best of angles?

The prince didn’t sit up, just aided Kosta into fucking himself on his cock. And he loved how much he was feeling Kosta, he loved the way Kosta let out soft shrieks, before those turned into loud moans and cries, and Tamiko fucked him over and over.

Hips meet hips.

A cock and a cunt.

Tamiko pistoning in like this was the last time he was doing it. Or maybe it was because this was the first time they were retouching each other openly. Maybe it was because of the hunger that had been between them for ages.

And when Kosta came for the second time, his slick coating of Tamiko’s prostate, Tamiko didn’t say a word.

Not even a praise as he was always used to.

Instead, he ripped Kosta’s slacks and pulled Kosta’s wet, dripping, and sopping cunt to his face, before diving to eat him out, like that was the one meal he was starved for.

Like this was the cunt that had been calling for him for ages, and he finally answered that call.

This was more than just a mere addiction.

Kosta tasted heavenly; the mix of cum and slick didn’t matter to Tamiko because he slurped through and through, cleaning Kosta’s sensitive cunt with his tongue, not wasting so much as a drop.

"Fuckk... your tongue... too deep," Kosta gasped between moans as he tried to think.

But even that was pointless, because Tamiko wasn’t giving him that chance. There was nothing to think about other than the tongue that was cleaning his cunt, the tongue that was fucking him over and over.

"Oh shit... krushka..." Kosta cried out, trying to pull himself from Tamiko’s mouth, but it was useless because Tamiko’s hold on him was steady and firm.

"It’s com–" Kosta cried loudly before his third orgasm hit, and Tamiko held onto him, never getting to. He didn’t go, even when Kosta squirted his face in his mouth.

He drank it all like a starved animal.

"You’re a mess," Kosta breathed when he gently got off Tamiko’s face.

Tamiko’s hands were still on his waist, like he was afraid this was just another dream. Like he was scared, Kosta would disappear again. Like he was scared that Kosta wouldn’t want him after this.

And he stared at him long and hard, his emotions written over his face.

With Kosta, Tamiko was always an open book, so when Kosta pulled Tamiko’s hands from his waist and into his hands, entwining them as he lay on Tamiko’s chest that was still covered in slick, Kosta knew that this wasn’t going to be easy.

He knew that this wasn’t going to just be about three fucks and then they would rest. A lot of damage had happened over the past thirteen years.

They had done their best and managed to fail in the worst of ways; it was the greatest fuck you to them from the universe, and maybe, just maybe, as Kosta pulled the sheets and covered them both, he hoped that they would be alright.

They had to be.

It was the only option.

"I’m not going anywhere, krushka," Kosta began, his voice soft as he turned to Tamiko, who was already looking at him.

Tamiko’s eyes were holding his, in the kind of way that scared even in the heavens. He looked at Kosta like he was ready to worship Kosta to the ends of the damn world if that was what he had to do to never lose Kosta again.

"I know... I just... gods, I’m sorry. I came to take you back home, and this is just... I couldn’t protect you, Kosta. I swore to keep you safe, and I couldn’t even do something as basic as that.

"The crown comes with many responsibilities, most of which revolve around striking the impossible and ruining before healing, and I can’t... I don’t want that for you. Being my father’s son comes with many enemies.

"Being my father comes with many risks, than even living a life on your own as an omega. I... I’ve been thinking a lot this past year and... I’m going to abdicate. I’m leaving the throne, princess.

"I can’t live without you. And I can’t live a life that constantly puts me in danger and makes me unhappy. I am not that selfish, and I won’t be. Not with you. Not after what we had to deal with last time.

"Maybe I am awkward about that, but I love you. You’re my home, Kosta. You’re all I need. Papa can always come over wherever we choose to settle, just as long as you’re happy. As long as you’re safe.

"These past years, I realized that I would kill everyone for you without blinking. I would burn Kawai to the ground for you. I would reduce the entire realm to ashes for you. And it is not your fault that I love you obsessively.

"Gods, it’s not," Tamiko said, sitting up.

He was tired of what the realm had forced them into. He was sick of what had been done to them, even by their families. Love had fucked them over, yet it was the one thing that kept them both sane.

And Kosta...

He didn’t judge.

He understood.

He listened to his Erasthai like he was thinking. But what was there for him to think about?

Kosta knew that Tamiko had always been open to the idea of leaving the crown. That Tamiko never cared about what the present or future would be, as long as they were together. That was why Tamiko had marked him back then.

Because he was scared of losing Kosta again.

But Kosta almost lost him.

It was a cycle of near losses that was suffocating, and frankly, Kosta understood where Tamiko was coming from.

But as a warrior Lycan man who had worked in the kingdom for over a thousand years, as a man who had been here for way too long, he knew what would happen.

They could chance it.

However, the crown would fall apart.

Granted, the king would definitely say he would take over until Tamiko came home, and that was not such a bad thing. After all, at the end of the day, kids always went home to their parents, right?

But Kosta knew.

Gods, he knew.