Chapter 38: Sinful Distractions
Azriel
"You destroyed the world, Azriel," the words resounded in my head over and over again, echoing like a persistent curse as I drowned myself in the most powerful, burning sake, staring blankly at the chaotic scene unfolding right in front of me.
I was back inside my pleasure room, entirely surrounded by an endless sea of servants, omegas, and alphas who were completely indulging in the raw, sinful acts of pure lust.
Yet, not even the loud, wet sounds of cock sucking, the breathless moans of ecstasy, or the massive, twisting orgy happening across the cushions could stop my mind from overthinking the terrifying prophecy I had just heard from Anomas.
I continued to drown myself in the alcohol, actively filling my immortal body with the ambient power of lust by consuming the energy vibrating through the air, but it did absolutely nothing to ease the heavy, suffocating dread I was feeling deep within my soul.
I was going to end the world.
It was completely crazy, and I had never in all my thousands of years imagined that this would be the final outcome of my existence.
"Your Highness," Eiren muttered softly beside me, his voice dripping with a calculated sweetness as he leaned forward to pour more sake into my golden cup. "I have personally prepared a wonderful, exclusive performance for you tonight, all to let the heavy burden of your heart disappear, because I can easily tell that something deep is bothering you right now."
I slowly turned my head toward him, and for a split second, his delicate face completely morphed into Seraphel’s striking features. I blinked rapidly, fully knowing that my mind was just playing tricks on me and that I was merely imagining it, but the illusion of the blue-eyed human was still vividly there.
The sheer sight of it made me lean closer to him; I slowly raised his chin with my fingers, pulled his body flush against mine, and kissed him deeply and slowly on the lips.
I expected to immediately smell the deeply intoxicating, dangerously pure scent of the white lotus that I always smelled whenever I was near Seraphel, but it wasn’t there at all.
The sudden realization hit me like cold water, and I aggressively pushed Eiren away from me, grabbed the silver cup from the table, and drank the burning sake down yet again.
Eiren smiled subtly, hiding his brief flash of rejection as he poured me even more alcohol, before pointing toward the center stage. "Your Highness, please just relax and enjoy the moment," he said softly, slowly standing up from my side. He sharply snapped his fingers, and his illusionary powers instantly manifested across the room, the dim lights of the pleasure room focusing entirely on him.
He was immediately surrounded by those who were deeply indulged in lust—the loud moaning, the aggressive thrusting, and all the chaotic sounds filled the heavy air, followed gently by the melancholic, seductive plucking of a pipa and a flute.
Eiren began to rhythmically twist his slender waist, his eyes locking directly with mine from across the room, and I knew right there that he was thoroughly enjoying this moment of spotlight.
Dozens of naked males and females surrounded his body as he danced gracefully, and then, with another flicker of his magic, his robes instantly shifted into incredibly open, revealing clothes that left almost nothing to the imagination, the fabric clinging to his skin in a highly tempting display.
And then, before I could even blink, Eiren was right in front of me again, smoothly placing his soft hands on my shoulders, trailing them down my chest, and coming right on top of me to straddle my lap.
The naked men and women in the background got into action immediately, intensifying their acts, and with each passing moment, I actively consumed more of their raw energy of lust, filling it deep into the marrow of my bones while keeping my eyes tightly shut.
But when I opened my eyes yet again, all I could see were those striking blue eyes staring down at me.
I knew perfectly well that Eiren was not Seraphel, but yet, I absolutely couldn’t keep the blue-eyed omega—the very person I was supposedly going to destroy the entire world for—out of my head.
He still had not woken up from the poison, remaining completely unconscious on my bed until now, but I couldn’t stop my thoughts from being entirely consumed by his existence, and that was the exact reason why I kept imagining Eiren as him.
"I knew you still cherish me deeply, Your Highness, even though you clearly took the side of that new omega today," Eiren whispered into my ear, kissing the back of my earlobe slowly before trailing his lips down to my chest until I could feel his body pressing firmly in between my legs. "I have been your absolute top partner for years, and I will gladly serve at your side for thousands more, so please don’t push me aside, Your Highness, for I am even capable of carrying your child," he murmured, his breath hitting my already hardened cock.
I didn’t make a single move to stop him, just staring at him with a cold, unreadable expression as he reached down, grabbing my cock still inside my pants, and began aggressively stroking it.
I let out a low groan, running a hand through his long hair as my mind continued to forcefully imagine him as Seraphel.
He ran his mouth down my cock, licking it all the way from the base to the tip of the shaft, and then he smoothly brought it out of the fabric and placed it directly into his mouth.
I grunted, shutting my eyes tightly for a moment as he took me all the way into his throat.
Eiren bobbed his head rhythmically as he sucked me off, his warm, wet mouth sliding down my throbbing cock with an eager, sloppy hunger. His lips stretched incredibly tight around my thick shaft, glistening with spit as he took me deeper, the head bumping aggressively against the very back of his throat.
He didn’t gag at all—he just let out low moans around me, the intense vibration shooting straight down to my balls.
"Fuck, just like that," I groaned out, threading my fingers firmly through his hair and guiding his movements faster.
Eiren’s eyes watered heavily from the depth, but they stayed locked tightly on mine, completely hungry and obedient, as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked significantly harder. His tongue swirled heavily under the sensitive underside, teasing the heavy vein there while his hand pumped the base in perfect rhythm—twisting, stroking, and milking every single drop of precum that leaked onto his tongue.
He briefly pulled back for a quick breath, long strings of saliva connecting his swollen, red lips to my slick, pulsing cock. "You taste so fucking good," he whispered hoarsely, before immediately diving back down, taking me all the way until his nose pressed hard against my pubes.
The tight heat of his throat squeezed me violently as he swallowed, working my cock relentlessly.
