Page 46 of Impaled By His Omega Prince
“Go clean up and rest, Lumic. The healer wants to see you.” Pallosar turned and left, leaving Lumic to sag and sigh heavily.
Askara leaned in to give Lumic another tiny kiss before scooping him into his arms. He was more than strong enough to hold his mate, even if he protested a bit at first. It was no trouble.
When they reached their chambers, Lumic slid from Aksara’s arms and trudged to the bed, flopping back with a sigh as his tunic rode up over his belly. Their little one kicked visibly, but Lumic paid it no mind.
“I imagine that Seidrik will want to take advantage of the baths. Would you like me to freshen you up?” Askara went to the nightstand to pour water from the pitcher into a bowl. He’d asked, but regardless of Lumic’s answer, he’d be cleaned. Though, Askara did have other motives.
Lumic scooted back on the bed and removed his shirt, his muscled upper body having only changed a little, his chest softer, nipples more pronounced. One might have assumed that as a fae’s milk came in, it would look like breasts, but the masculine shape remained. His midsection, though, had stretched and billowed nicely, a dark line bisecting it through his stretched navel. “And I thought I was repugnant before.”
“Never for a moment. And weren’t you flush with conquests before me?” Askara rolled his eyes and settled into bed, unthreatened by his omega’s past.
“Everyone wants to fuck; many people want to fuck a prince. Nobody wants to commit to this.” He gestured at himself and Askara snorted.
“I wanted to from the moment I saw you.” Askara brought the cool rag over Lumic’s cheeks and around his neck, daubing and scrubbing gently. Lumic leaned left and right, letting Askara get into every nook and cranny.
A floral odor, something like iskellia blossoms, wafted by, the jug’s water inundated with it.
“Combat cockstand. Happens to the best of us,” Lumic said, dismissing Askara.
“But you are so handsome. Strong. I don’t have to worry about breaking you.”
“Couldn’t if you tried, love.” Lumic stretched out as Askara descended with the rag, cleaning Lumic’s chest, his arms, sides, and belly, placing small kisses as he went.
“I have to find other ways to do so.” Askara kissed his way lower, tracing his lips down Lumic’s belly. “Like this.”
Lumic’s eyelids hooded as his pretty white teeth set on the edge of his bottom lip with a tentative hiss. “Oh?”
A soft groan escaped his lips as Askara undid his lacings and tugged the leather of his breeches down. They’d been snugged to his hips to keep from falling low, and Askara traced the red lines in his skin.
When Lumic’s cock sprang up, hard and twitching, Askara hummed with pleasure and slid down, washing lower, letting the scented waters cleanse the crease of his belly, the dip of his hips and between his legs. There, the moment his cock had been cleaned, Askara took it in his mouth to suck.
Lumic groaned at the sensation and lifted his hips. The weight of his belly put pressure on things down there and made aspects of Lumic’s day-to-day life far more uncomfortable, but equally sensitive. A quick flick of Askara’s tongue had Lumic bleating out in surprise. “E-easy!”
“I am only just that, Lumic. My fiery mate.” Askara loved Lumic’s red hair, even more so when he slid Lumic deep into his throat and nuzzled the sparse red hairs there with delight. Lumic whimpered so beautifully.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.” Lumic squirmed, his entire body shaking as pinprick goose bumps rose along his thighs and arms. Askara only had a moment to glimpse the floss of hair over his arms on end, gleaming in the lamplight before his strong hand laced with Askara’s hair, tugging firmly.
The omega had to have control, even losing it, his feet digging into the mattress, coming undone. But Askara didn’t mind. He only twisted his tongue and brought his hands in, sliding one between his legs to stroke his slick hole.
Lumic hissed, body shaking. “St-stop! I’m!”
Askara chuckled and sucked harder, sliding two fingers into Lumic’s hole. It didn’t take but a single curl of his fingers to find Lumic’s spot, gently stroking it once—twice—each time makingLumic cry out until he relented and cried out in wounded bliss, bathing Askara’s tongue in his sweet spend. Betas and alphas were saltier, muskier. Askara had tasted himself on Lumic before, and didn’t care for it, but his omega slick and spend made Askara’s body sing with pleasure.
“Fuck…fuck. By thelaw, you are so fucking perfect. Now pull your cock out and scoot over here on your knees.” Lumic propped himself up on his pillows and tugged at Askara’s hair.
He didn’t waste time kneeling on the mattress and scooting over toward Lumic’s head. It felt wrong, cock out, Lumic’s hand wrapped around him, exhausted and panting while he stroked. His thick fingers had a tight grip, stroking once before he leaned forward to suck the tip. Askara gripped the headboard and steadied himself, relishing the feel of Lumic’s hot mouth, his wet tongue, calloused fingers that he held ever so gently until enough saliva lubricated his strokes. Lumic’s mouth was paradise.
Lumic assured Askara time and time again since they’d taken to his quarters in the castle that nobody would hear them, that few even came that way. The only listeners may be a lost chambermaid. Though, as Askara grunted and cried out his pleasure, release boiling up from his core, a sharp rap on the door interrupted their moment.
Lumic gripped onto Askara’s hip, holding him steady as he swallowed every drop while his confused knot rapidly failed to engage. The start and finish of a knot between the blink of an eye was a truly uncomfortable thing to behold, but as the last pulses of orgasm waned free of him, he sank into the pleasure.
“Be right with you!” Lumic managed to call out mere moments before Askara could catch his breath.
An attendant’s put-upon voice answered in kind. “Master Jori sent me to warn you he’d be here within the hour.”
Lumic grinned his best catlike smile and licked at his fingers while Askara did his best to tuck himself away in shame. Evenif sex had become far more difficult, Lumic found their pleasure often. “Thank you! I’ll be ready.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
