Chapter 39: Chapter 39: (M) Give you what you want
(CW// NSFW)
The bitter taste assaulted Alaric’s senses as it slid past his tongue and into his stomach - burning its way down like molten fire. He choked back a gag reflex, struggling against Carlton’s grip but finding himself powerless to stop what was happening.
"What... what is this?!" Alaric gasped out once he’d swallowed the last drop. His head was already spinning from more than just Carlton’s proximity now.
Carlton set aside the empty vial almost absently before grasping Alaric by the chin and forcing him to meet that unsettling blank stare once more.
"It will make you feel good," he murmured distractedly, as if trying to convince himself. "I guess..." He looked confused himself for a moment before leaning in closer with a determined horny expression.
"Lucas said... by drinking this... you can do it for days... he said you need this..."
Alaric blinked rapidly at those words, struggling to process their implications.
"...Huh?"
It took several long seconds for realization to dawn on him - and when it did, outrage flooded through him.
"Are you insane?! Is Lucas crazy too?! Why would he give me this drug?!"
Carlton snorted derisively. "Even though you’ve taken it many times before!"
Alaric stared at him in utter disbelief.
"...What?!"
He had never taken any kind of medicine like this in his life! He was a virgin who had never even engaged in sexual activity, so why on earth would he need something like that?
"What are you talking about, Carlton? I’ve never-"
But the Duke cut him off with an impatient wave of his hand. "Oh please, spare me the act. We both know you’re just as desperate for this as I am."
Alaric gaped at him incredulously... was Carlton really so delusional that he thought Alaric was some kind of sex-crazed deviant? This whole situation was rapidly spiraling out of control and into the realm of absurdity...
He scrutinized Carlton’s face, noting the glazed look in his eyes that hovered somewhere between lucidity and delirium. Sweat poured down the Duke’s brow as he ground his hips against Alaric’s thighs with increasing desperation, his arousal evident despite the valiant struggle.
Indeed, Carlton was currently rutting shamelessly against him, but Alaric couldn’t help but admire the man’s sheer determination and force of will. It was admirable, really, how he was still trying so hard to maintain some semblance of control... even if those efforts did involve pouring strange aphrodisiac down Alaric’s throat.
But alas, it seemed Carlton had finally reached his breaking point. With a low groan that bordered on a whimper, he yanked off his own shirt until he sat astride Alaric’s body clad only in trousers.
Next went Alaric’s sleeping robe - torn away with such fervor that buttons flew across the room like tiny missiles. Soon enough, only thin silk undergarments remained between them.
"Wait! Wait, Carlton, control yourself!" Alaric gasped out, struggling futilely against the larger man’s weight. "You don’t want to do this!"
"I can’t... I can’t take it anymore..." Carlton mumbled deliriously, his eyes already unfocused and hazy with desire. His trousers joined the growing pile of discarded clothing on the floor before he settled himself fully atop Alaric’s prone form - both men now clad only in their underwear.
Alaric knew there was no use fighting it any longer. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as defeat washed over him, resigning himself to sacrificing his body for Carlton’s sake...
Two full minutes ticked by in silence before the prince finally dared to peek at his would-be assailant. He cracked open his eyes cautiously, wondering what had happened to make Carlton go so still. But Alaric blinked in surprise to find Carlton sitting motionless astride his hips, brow furrowed in deep concentration.
"Should I do it...? Or do I let him do it?"
The Duke’s soft mumbling sent a chill down Alaric’s spine. Had he really just heard that correctly? Carlton was actually contemplating which of them would be the active partner?
Alaric’s heart raced as panic set in. He had mentally prepared himself to be the one doing the penetrating - after all, with Carlton pregnant with his child, it seemed only natural that he would take on that role. But never in his wildest dreams had he imagined Carlton might want to top him instead!
He hadn’t even begun to wrap his mind around how he would handle being on the receiving end! His mental preparation was completely inadequate for this turn of events!
Soon, Carlton finally reached a decision and began tugging at Alaric’s underwear with trembling hands while muttering under his breath.
"I can’t take it anymore... so forgive me if it hurts..."
Alaric gulped nervously, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his temple. Oh dear... what had he gotten himself into? He could only pray that Carlton would be gentle as he braced himself for the inevitable...
However, as Carlton’s finger breached Alaric’s tight entrance, the prince finally reached his breaking point. Pain lanced through him and he couldn’t help but let out a strangled yelp. Instinctively, he grabbed onto Carlton’s shoulders with white-knuckled force.
"Carlton... wait," Alaric panted, trying to catch his breath. "How about I take the lead here? You’re with child, after all - it would be better if you just let me do the penetrating."
But Carlton merely gazed back at him coldly, that single digit still buried knuckle-deep in Alaric’s clenching hole. The prince groaned again as another bolt of discomfort shot through him. This was not at all what he had envisioned when imagining this scenario!
According to Carlton’s own words, they were married with seven children - and yet here he was being penetrated instead of the other way around! He couldn’t fathom how Carlton had become pregnant in the first place - did he somehow split himself in two? Or was he secretly some kind of seahorse?
"I don’t want to..." Carlton murmured softly, shaking his head. "I’m a man."
Alaric blinked in surprise at that declaration. "I’m a man too!" he shot back indignantly, still clinging to Carlton’s shoulders for dear life.
The Duke simply arched an eyebrow at him, unimpressed. "Then act like one," he challenged, slowly working his finger deeper into Alaric’s resisting body.
Alaric’s jaw clenched as he met Carlton’s challenging gaze head-on, determined not to let Carlton’s challenge rattle him. But just as he steeled himself for the Duke’s next move, the aphrodisiac Carlton had forced upon him began to take full effect. He suddenly felt a wave of heat wash over his body, and to his horror, he could feel his own cock starting to stiffen and rise despite the discomfort of Carlton’s probing finger.
The prince’s breath came in ragged gasps as he watched helplessly while his manhood swelled before him like some kind of grotesque mushroom sprouting from between his legs. His black hair clung damply to his flushed face and sweat trickled down his brow.
Carlton was faring no better - the fruit he had consumed was clearly having its full effect on him as well. The Duke panted heavily, eyes glazed with lust as they zeroed in on Alaric’s stretched hole.
"Why... why won’t it loosen up..." Carlton muttered through gritted teeth, clearly frustrated by Alaric’s stubborn sphincter.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Carlton hastily shoved down his own underwear, unleashing his throbbing erection from its prison. His blue eyes blazed with unchecked desire as he gripped himself firmly at the base and angled towards Alaric’s clenching entrance.
"I can’t wait any longer..." Carlton growled, voice strained with desire. "I need to be inside you now!"
Just as the tip of Carlton’s manhood made contact with Alaric’s puckered entrance, a sudden and shocking event transpired!
Carlton, who had been an immovable force pinning Alaric down, abruptly flipped over onto his back in a rapid blur of motion. His eyes widened to their fullest extent, the haze of lust momentarily clearing from his vision due to the sheer surprise.
".........?"
The Duke found himself staring up at the ceiling in utter bewilderment, having gone from dominant top to submissive bottom in the blink of an eye. Meanwhile, Alaric seemed to have lost all sense of reason - he was clearly under the influence of Lucas’ potent aphrodisiac and now possessed an unnatural strength that far surpassed his usual capabilities.
With ease that defied belief, Alaric effortlessly reversed their positions so that he was now straddling Carlton’s hips.
The power of horniness truly knows no bounds...
Or rather, one might say that the power of Lucas’ concoction is downright terrifying! It was almost as if Carlton had nailed shut his own coffin by giving Alaric that fateful aphrodisiac. The Duke’s own actions had inadvertently handed the crown prince a means to turn the tables and claim dominance in this heated encounter.
Carlton’s eyes flashed with anger and frustration as he found himself suddenly pinned beneath Alaric. He strained against the prince’s superior strength, trying desperately to regain control of the situation.
"You... what are you doing!!!" Carlton snarled through gritted teeth, his hands pushing futilely at Alaric’s chest.
Unlike the crown prince, who had already succumbed completely to the drug’s effects, Carlton still clung tenaciously to his reason - but only just barely. With each passing second, he could feel his resolve crumbling away like sand eroded by a relentless tide.
Indeed, Lucas’ concoction was no joke. The man had brewed it with great care and precision for his own nefarious purposes, intending to indulge in a marathon session with all five of his lovers simultaneously. And yet now it was Carlton who would bear the brunt of its effects - a bitter pill for him to swallow indeed!
Alaric wasted no time in seizing this newfound advantage. His fingers, slick with Carlton’s own arousal, immediately sought out the Duke’s entrance. Unlike Alaric’s stubbornly tight hole, Carlton’s back passage was wet and pliant - eagerly yielding to the prince’s probing digits.
"So wet... like this hole was made to be penetrated..." Alaric remarked with a dark chuckle as he easily slid three digits into Carlton’s clenching channel. The prince seemed almost amazed by how readily his fingers sank in, as if Carlton’s body itself yearned to be filled and stretched.
The two inexperienced men, both lost in a haze of lust and driven by base instinct, focused solely on the primal act of penetration. All other niceties like kissing or foreplay were completely forgotten.
Alaric’s lips curled into a hungry smirk as he withdrew his fingers from Carlton’s slick hole. The prince could no longer wait - he needed to feel that tight heat enveloping him completely. He positioned himself at Carlton’s hole, the rigid shaft, now fully engorged with blood, hovered at the ready - poised to claim its prize.
Leaning in close, Alaric brought his face mere inches from Carlton’s flushed features. His hot breath ghosted over the Duke’s ear as he whispered darkly:
"You started this, Carlton... I’ll give you exactly what you want..."
With those words still hanging in the air between them, Alaric surged forward - burying himself to the hilt inside Carlton’s welcoming body with one powerful thrust.
