Chapter 62: Devoured by the Sin of Lust

Azriel

A dark, possessive growl rumbled deep in my chest as I buried my tongue even deeper into Seraphel’s tight, dripping hole.

The sweet, musky taste of his slick flooded my mouth; it was thick, hot, and utterly addictive, like liquid sin crafted just for me.

He cried out sharply, his body jerking forward on the bed of white lotuses, petals scattering everywhere as his fingers clawed at the silky sheets.

"F-fuck... Azriel!" Seraphel whimpered, his voice breaking into a high, needy whine that made my massive cock twitch violently against his oiled thigh.

I gripped his plump ass cheeks harder, spreading them obscenely wide, my thumbs digging into the soft, glistening flesh as I devoured him.

My tongue thrust in and out like a cock, fucking his greedy little hole with wet, obscene slurping sounds that echoed through the chamber.

I sucked hard on his rim, pinching those puffy, pink lips between my teeth, tugging and releasing until he was sobbing with pleasure.

His back arched so deeply it looked painful, the elegant curve of his spine straining as he pushed his ass back against my face, desperate for more.

I loved it—the way his body ached for me, trembling and slick with oil and his own arousal.

"That’s it, my filthy little omega whore," I snarled against his hole, the vibrations making him clench around my tongue. "Present that sloppy cunt to your prince like the desperate slut you are."

Seraphel’s moans turned into broken, filthy cries.

I slid one oiled hand up his back, pressing down firmly between his shoulder blades to force that delicious arch even deeper, making his spine bow until I could feel the strain in every muscle.

He gasped, his cock leaking steadily onto the petals beneath him, untouched and throbbing angrily.

I pulled back just enough to admire the view. His hole was swollen now, puffy and glistening from my relentless sucking, winking open and closed as if begging to be filled.

I spat directly onto it, watching my saliva mix with his slick before diving back in, sucking harder, my lips sealed tight around his entrance as I drank from him like a man dying of thirst.

The oil on his body made everything slippery and decadent.

I climbed fully onto the bed, my massive frame covering his smaller one, and flipped him onto his back with ease.

His legs splayed wide instantly, knees drawn up to his chest like the eager omega he was.

I straddled his chest, my heavy, veined cock slapping wetly against his flushed cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum across his pretty lips.

"Suck it," I commanded, my voice soft in the darkest, most seductive way possible. "While I eat this pretty hole until you forget your own name."

Seraphel didn’t hesitate.

His soft, plush lips parted, stretching wide around the thick head of my cock as he took me in. The wet heat of his mouth was heaven—his tongue swirled greedily around my shaft, sucking with filthy, hollowed cheeks.

I groaned loudly, my hips bucking forward to feed him more of my length, while I leaned down and buried my face back between his spread thighs.

We formed a perfect, depraved sixty-nine, but I made it filthier.

My tongue lashed at his hole again, sucking those sensitive rim lips between mine, pinching and tugging while two thick fingers joined in, stretching him open.

Seraphel gagged around my cock as I pushed deeper, his throat convulsing beautifully.

I fucked his face slowly at first, savoring the tight squeeze, then faster, my balls slapping against his chin with every thrust.

"Ungh—mmph!" His muffled moans vibrated along my shaft, sending jolts of raw pleasure straight to my core.

I ground my hips down, forcing more of my cock past his gag reflex until his nose pressed against my pelvis.

Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks, mixing with the oil and spit dripping everywhere.

Meanwhile, I devoured his ass like a starving beast—sucking, licking, biting gently at his rim, then soothing it with long, broad strokes of my tongue.

I pinched his swollen hole lips again, pulling them outward before shoving my tongue back inside, curling it against his prostate until his entire body convulsed.

His back arched off the bed so hard I heard it crack slightly, a sweet ache that only made him wetter.

Slick poured from him in gushes, coating my chin and neck.

I lapped it all up greedily, growling into his flesh. "Such a juicy, dripping cunt."

The oil made our bodies glide against each other in the most obscene ways. I shifted, sliding my massive, oiled chest down his body, letting my hard nipples drag over his skin while my cock popped free from his mouth with a wet gasp. Seraphel chased it desperately, his lips parted and tongue out like a cock-hungry whore.

I grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. "Not yet, pet. I want you crazed first," I muttered as I poured more of the thick, scented oil directly over both our bodies, watching it cascade down his chest, pooling in the dips of his abs and around his leaking cock.

Then, I pressed my entire body against his, sliding up and down in long, grinding strokes.

My thick cock slotted perfectly between his oiled thighs, rubbing against his own smaller one in a slippery, filthy frottage.

Every slide made wet, squelching sounds. I pinched his nipples hard between my fingers, twisting and tugging until he screamed, his back bowing again in that delicious, aching arch.

"Azriel—please—fuck, it’s too much!" he babbled, but his hips rolled up frantically, chasing the friction.

I laughed darkly, low and wicked. "Too much? We’re only getting started, little lotus."

I slid lower again, sucking his cock into my mouth in one smooth motion while my fingers plunged back into his hole. I sucked him hard, hollowing my cheeks, my tongue flicking the sensitive underside as I finger-fucked him brutally.

Three fingers, then four, scissoring and stretching that tight ring until it gaped beautifully for me.

Seraphel thrashed beneath me, his hands fisting in my hair as he tried to push me deeper. I allowed it for a moment, letting him fuck my throat, before pulling off with a wet pop. "Now, suck me while I ruin this hole again."

I turned us again, this time with him on top in a reverse position. His oiled ass hovered over my face as he bent forward, swallowing my cock down to the hilt once more. The position let me grab his hips and pull him down hard onto my waiting mouth.

I sucked his hole with renewed ferocity this time—loud, messy, obscene slurps as I alternated between tongue-fucking him and sucking those puffy lips until they were raw and swollen.

My hands roamed his oiled back, my nails dragging down his spine to make him shiver and arch deeper.

He sucked me like a man possessed, his throat working around my girth, spit and pre-cum bubbling from the corners of his stretched lips.

I thrust up into his mouth, fucking his face while devouring his ass.

The dual pleasure built like a storm—my balls tightening, that familiar coil of heat building in my gut. But I held back.

I wanted him broken first.

I wanted him to know exactly what it was like to be pleasured by the Sin of Lust.

I reached around and pinched his cockhead sharply, making him jolt and gag harder on me.

Then, I slid a slick finger alongside my tongue into his hole, stretching him impossibly wider. "Take it, little lotus. Take everything your prince gives you."

Seraphel’s body shook violently. His moans around my cock grew frantic—muffled screams of ecstasy as I sucked and fingered him without mercy. I added another finger, curling them brutally against his prostate while my lips sealed around his rim, sucking so hard I knew he’d feel it for days.

His back arched to its limit, his muscles trembling with that exquisite ache I loved inflicting.

Suddenly, his thighs clamped tightly around my head as he came—hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across my oiled abs, his hole clenching and fluttering wildly around my tongue and fingers.

I drank every drop of slick that gushed out, sucking him through the orgasm until he was a sobbing, oversensitive mess.

But I wasn’t done.

I flipped him onto all fours again, his body limp and glistening with oil, sweat, and cum.

My cock, still rock-hard and angry red, slapped heavily against his dripping hole. I rubbed the fat head up and down his crease, teasing him.

"Beg for it, Seraphel. Tell your Alpha how badly you need this fat cock splitting your slutty hole open."

"Please... Azriel, my Prince of Lust... fuck me raw. Breed me. Fill your omega’s cunt until I’m leaking you for days," he gasped, his voice hoarse from sucking me, pushing his ass back desperately.

"Good, little lotus."I said, and With a savage grin, I slammed into the hilt in one brutal thrust.