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“Please,” Sebastian grunted. “Just do it. I’ve been wanting you for so fucking long. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
He had a point. There was also the chance that more soldiers would come, and they would be caught with their pants quite literally down. But Lucan could not resist this moment. There was a royal imperative to fuck the prince as he deserved to be fucked.
So he pulled his thumb free of Seb’s grip and slid his cock up and over the prince’s winking hole. He started to press himself inside Sebastian, removing what remained of his innocence.
Sebastian might not have called himself a virgin, but he undoubtedly was. He had no idea how to relax his muscles and allow the thick dominating cock of his knight protector inside.
“Relax,” Lucan breathed against Sebastian’s ear. “Breathe deeply and let your muscles go slack. Let me in.”
Sebastian answered in a soft whimper. He was trying, but he was tight. Almost too tight. Almost enough that Lucan nearly stopped entirely. But then the prince took a deep breath, the head of Lucan’s cock slid into the hot embrace of his ass, and there was no going back. If they had learned any lesson over the past two days, it was that what had been done could not be undone. He was inside Sebastian Force. He was stretching his ward’s ass around his cock. And he was loving every minute of it.
Carnal madness had overcome Lucan. It was wrong to be claiming the prince. Sebastian should only be fucking whoever was to become his royal consort. A knight had no place mating a prince, let alone pinning him down over a fallen log and ravaging his never-before mated ass — but Lucan’s body and his heart both demanded he thrust, and thrust again.
This was all Sebastian had ever wanted. Every time the knight’s cock filled him, he felt a flow of power between them, a kind of connection that he had never felt before and yet somehow craved each and every day of his life. This did not feel as it had when he’d shoved his cock in Davos’ mouth and availed himself of the tailor’s tongue. This felt like something else entirely. This felt like being welded together with another soul. He felt Lucan not as someone else, but as part of someone he was yet to become.
Flesh of my flesh. Blood of my blood. Lucan was not his father, but he was more of a father than any other man had ever been. Even at a distance, he had always had Sebastian’s best interests at heart, and since going on the run, he had become a master, a mentor, the only man Sebastian could trust in all the world.
That thought should perhaps have made their lovemaking even more of a perversion than it was, but it only made Sebastian’s lust surge all the more. Lucan possessed something he needed more than he could ever express with words. Lucan was strong. Lucan was protective. Lucan gave him everything simply because he cared. The knight’s very life was forfeit for Sebastian, and that meant that though he was being fucked just like any palace courtesan might be, it was being done by someone who loved him. Someone he loved so deeply he would forfeit everything for. It was filthy. It was forbidden. It was perfect.
Sebastian’s cock was so hard he felt himself leaking cum with every thrust. He was not only being fucked. He was being milked. Orgasm seemed to have become something spread out and omnipresent. It was no longer a brief and shameful moment. It was something that washed through him, found the very core of him, touched the beast that lay at his eternal core, and gave it peace.
He surrendered entirely, for the first time in his life no longer fighting every second of the day to maintain a false identity. This was who he really was. This was where he wanted to be.
In the midst of losing everything, he felt so very complete. So very rich. So entirely powerful. Far more than he ever had as a prince. In total sexual subjugation, giving his virginity to his knight protector, Sebastian came into his power.
What had lain quietly inside him for longer than he had been alive stretched itself out, like a dragon reaching for the sun, sucked a deep breath into ancient lungs… and roared.
A glut of flame burst from Sebastian’s lips, rushing through the forest undergrowth, instantly setting every leaf, piece of bark, sapling, and some small trees alight for a hundred feet.
Lucan’s orgasm overwhelmed him, almost to the extent he closed his eyes and failed to see the flamethrower his young royal lover had become. It was the heat and the light that made him open his eyes even as pure, illicit pleasure raced through his muscular body, his seed flooding Sebastian. With climax robbing him of the capacity for coherent, logical thought, Lucan was left with nothing but experience. They were deep in the forest, shadows all around them, but he felt the heat of sun on his face. He felt the warmth of a blazing hearth. Everything was lit up with a white-hot glow for a brief and beautiful moment before the forest started to burn.
