LNU 50

My languidly melting nerves all stood on end at once. My ass was burning. The Crown Prince, seeing me trembling, spouted nonsense about how his heart ached too, and smacked my ass. He firmly fixed my waist with his remaining hand, as if my wriggling movements were annoying.

It didn’t really hurt that much. Perhaps because he cupped his palms, the actual area touching my bare skin wasn’t that large compared to the loud sound.

Still, the mental shock I received was indescribable. When else would I, who was born with the surname of a noble family, whether collateral or not, have my ass smacked like this? I had been tortured to repay the wrong of tormenting Allen, but… Anyway, this was a type of ‘punishment’ that I had neither expected nor experienced.

Thanks to that, or perhaps because of it, the reason that had been fading lit up. What a terrible taste. Trying to calm my seething heart, I mixed more flattery into my voice.

“Ah, I’m sorry, hic, ugh, I don’t want to, ass, ugh, I don’t want to be hit on the ass, I don’t want to, haang, Your Highness, Adrian, haaang….”

I couldn’t escape anywhere because my waist was firmly held, and I just scratched the bed sheets and wailed. Honestly, even to me… it wasn’t a very convincing voice.

“Really? You don’t want to?”

“Yes, hic, I don’t want to, aheue, I don’t want to.”

“Well. I want to believe you, but… the situation down there is quite messy for someone who doesn’t want to.”

“Haa, ah!”

Then, Adrian, that bastard, slowly moved his knees. My genitals, which had been erect since earlier and dripping Precum, swelled up as they were rubbed against the rough hem of his pants. If it had only been that, I would have somehow tried to argue, but the problem was that my ass was already soaked, having been hit so loudly. The fluid that my ass, which was desperate to accept an Alpha, had greedily spilled, poured out like urine.

“Are you really don’t want to? Really?”

Ah, this was really unfair. The Crown Prince strongly released his Pheromone in an instant and shoved two fingers into my hole, which was soaked and throbbing. The inner walls, heated with excitement, welcomed the Alpha’s thick fingers, screaming with joy.

“Heeheue…!”

I couldn’t even scream and trembled as I came. It goes without saying that the Crown Prince’s clothes were dirtied.

“What to do, you. One more thing to be punished for.”

He bared his fangs and smiled wickedly. It was a truly benevolent smile, befitting a future wise ruler.

It’s a problem that I can’t handle the aftermath, but it was good that I came. However, the point is that an Omega’s Heat cycle doesn’t subside just by releasing once.

Adrian’s fingers, still inside me and stirring, were driving me crazy with frustration, to the point where I felt like I was dying. My lower body, desperate to accept a proper Alpha’s cock instead of such playful teasing, was steadily numbing my mind and eroding my consciousness. I wriggled back down off the bed, kneeling on the floor between Adrian’s legs.

Adrian seemed to think I’d completely lost it, as he didn’t try to hold me back or dissuade me. He seemed content to watch what I would do.

“Your Highness, you smell so good, mm, such a good smell…”

I buried my face in his bulging crotch, forgetting all shame, and rubbed my face against him. Naturally, the semen I’d just splattered all over his thighs ended up smeared all over my cheeks and nose.

“You say… I smell good.”

Through my blurry vision, I could see his jaw clenching with force. His words, too, were awkwardly clipped, his breathing overly controlled. The Crown Prince was trying to maintain his composure in front of me, who was in Heat cycle, to an almost excessive degree.

Because of that, we had never actually gone all the way.

It was because of my perverse tastes, which meant he had to see me clinging to him and crying my eyes out before he was satisfied, which was perverted and unbearable, but if you only looked at his intentions, it was almost pure (…though that’s debatable) service.

Even with suppressants available, forcibly blocking the natural course of things was bound to put some strain on the body. The best way to calm a Heat cycle was obvious: to deeply receive an Alpha’s Pheromone into the body.

The Crown Prince, who couldn’t yet claim to have completely won the power struggle with the Empress and Duke Grachio, had declared from the start that he wouldn’t touch me until he had complete control of the government.

Because he was an Alpha and I was an Omega, and both of us were dominant, the chances of pregnancy were much higher than in a relationship between ordinary Betas, regardless of whether we were in Heat cycle or Rut cycle.

“Yes, Your Highness… you smell so good.”

I grinned foolishly with my tear-streaked, semen-smeared face, and the bulge in his pants grew even larger. As I swallowed hard and silently pleaded, the Crown Prince seemed to find it hard to endure any longer and slowly unfastened his trousers.

Usually, he would obsessively smear his Pheromone all over my body and plunge his fingers deep into my wetness, but he would never reveal any part of his own body.

As soon as his glans, engorged and almost blackish-red, was exposed, I lunged at it, sticking out my tongue. As I grasped his shaft and sucked on the tip, the Alpha’s Pheromone I had longed for wafted out more intensely than ever. My salivary glands tingled with anticipation.

I wanted to bury my face deeper, to hold it more fully in my mouth, but even with my mouth stretched to its limit, I couldn’t fit even half of his enormous member inside. That fact made me feel so sad that I sobbed as I sucked.

As I sucked, my lower body felt empty again. My hips began to sway involuntarily.

“Y-Your Highness, Your Highneeeess…”

My pronunciation was slurred because of the cock filling my narrow mouth. The fact that this pillar, exuding such dizzyingly intense Pheromone, was being thrust into my mouth instead of my lower body made me feel resentful, sad, and disappointed… all sorts of thoughts that I would never have entertained if I were in my right mind swirled through my head.

Every time I sobbed while sucking his cock, the fluids that collected in my mouth automatically trickled down my throat. As the pressure inside my already narrow mouth increased, Adrian’s eyes began to look ominous. Would he at least put his cock between my legs and rub it? The hope, which I would never have entertained if I were in my right mind, quickly raised its head.

I didn’t know what kind of patience he had used to obtain the position of Crown Prince, but Adrian had never once brought his member near my groin. Just in case, he said. At least, that’s how I remembered it.

“Haa, Noah…”

He, too, seemed to be at his limit, struggling to suppress the rising impulse. I opened my lips more eagerly, but it had the opposite effect. Adrian, gripping my head firmly with both hands, rubbed his thick glans roughly against my palate and tongue, then released a gush of thick semen.

Then, as if he couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled my limp body, which had been kneeling on the floor, up onto the bed.

“Hoo, that was a close call.”

Damn it. It seemed he had no intention of doing anything more today, no matter what I did. He made me cry with dizzying kisses, violent Pheromone, and thick fingers.

“Hngh, Your Highness, I can’t, hngh, I can’t breathe.”

“It’s okay, lift your head, okay?”

“Ah, hngaa, ah!”

My lips, swollen from being bitten and sucked, were spared as my ears were chewed painfully instead, making my hips tremble. Adrian strongly pressed my genitals, which were dripping with watery pre-cum, with his palm, leaving only growling moans near my ear.

As a result, my lower body became wet again. The two fingers had become three before I knew it.

It was around the time of my third orgasm that I slowly began to regain my senses. The film hadn’t cut out, but I just wanted to die of embarrassment.

“Ugh…”

As a crack appeared in my face, which had been acting in a way that could only be described as being in Heat cycle, the Crown Prince seemed to realize the situation and kept smirking at me in an unpleasant way.

“Don’t laugh.”

“Hoo?”

“…I said don’t.”

“Alright. Whose command is it that I must obey?”

Even as he said that, the Crown Prince, still unable to wipe the smile off his face, roughly wiped my cheeks, which were a mess of various bodily fluids, and poured out his Pheromone one last time. Soon, my consciousness faded.

I fell asleep as if I had fainted. It was a sleep as deep as death.