I Became the Cure for the Cursed Prince - Chapter 115 (R19)

Hesitantly, Lucas brought the object in his hand back into his mouth.
He bobbed his head a few times, taking Leon deep into his throat with a wet, eager pull.
Leon, unable to hold back any longer, spilled himself into Lucas’s mouth, a hot rush of release sliding down his throat.
The amount was so much that it trickled down the corner of Lucas’s lips.

Leon, wearing a drowsy smile, gently ran his fingers along Lucas’s jaw, gathering the spill and pushing it back into Lucas’s mouth with a low, satisfied chuckle.

“Now it’s your turn,” Leon murmured.
“You’ve already helped me once—now you can relax.”

Without waiting for a reply, Leon scooped Lucas up and settled him onto a flat rock nearby.
His lips trailed kisses from Lucas’s instep to his knee, then higher still to his thigh, slow and teasing.

When Leon’s lips brushed the familiar mark on Lucas’s skin, a shudder ran through him, his hair standing on end.
The greenhouse filled with a heady, sweet scent that made it impossible for Leon to hold back any longer.
Gently but firmly, he pushed Lucas onto his stomach, spreading him open.

The flushed, wet spot between Lucas’s legs was already glistening.
Leon, teasing, leaned closer and inhaled deeply, causing Lucas to jolt in embarrassment.

“Just… hurry,” Lucas stammered.

Locking eyes with him, Leon smirked.

“You’re already so wet.”

Lucas’s face turned bright red with shame, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
His lips, damp with saliva, trembled slightly.
Even the place where Leon had teased earlier was glistening with slickness, leaving no doubt about Lucas’s longing.

Leon pressed the tip of his arousal against Lucas’s entrance, rubbing slowly, teasing him with shallow strokes, before finally thrusting deep inside.

“Hngh!”

A slick, wet sound echoed as Leon sank into the already prepared heat.
Despite the time they had abstained, Lucas’s body seemed to have been waiting for him, gripping and pulling him deeper as if begging for more.

The more Leon moved, the louder Lucas’s helpless moans grew, the walls inside him clenching and releasing in a rhythm that drove Leon to thrust even harder.

“Not… too deep…” Lucas gasped breathlessly.

“You’re the one holding onto me so tightly,” Leon growled low in his throat.

“Hngh!”

Every time Leon tried to pull back, Lucas’s hips would instinctively follow, drawing him right back in.
The feeling was almost overwhelming, but Lucas gritted his teeth, trying to rush through the unbearable pleasure.

“Relax a little,” Leon whispered against his spine.

“Faster… ah, ah—!”

Lucas’s body tensed violently as he climaxed, his inner muscles squeezing Leon in a desperate, pulsing grip.
Leon, struggling to hold back, paused, catching his breath.

“A-ah… why did you stop…” Lucas whimpered.

Leon, with a tender smile, leaned down and whispered near his ear,

“I want to see your face when I finish.”

With careful movements, he turned Lucas onto his back.
The cool stone against Lucas’s back sent another shiver up his spine.
Before he could even fully adjust, Leon entered him again, deeper, pushing Lucas’s knees up to his chest.

“Hnngh…”

Leon moved slowly at first, but the sight of Lucas’s flushed, tear-drenched face only fueled his hunger.
He whispered darkly against Lucas’s ear,

“Lucas… aren’t you curious what the animals would say if they saw us right now?”

Lucas’s entire face burned with embarrassment, his head shaking quickly.

“No… don’t say weird things—ah!”

But his protests dissolved into breathless cries as Leon moved faster, his hips snapping forward with growing urgency.
Their kisses turned messy, desperate—Leon tasting every whimper and moan that escaped Lucas’s lips.

“Lucas—”

“Leon—”

Their voices blended as they came together, their release washing over them like a crashing wave.
Their intertwined bodies collapsed against each other, the heat between them making the already humid greenhouse feel almost stifling.

My hips jerked back instinctively as he bit down on my waist, his cock sliding deep inside again.
Overwhelmed by the rush of pleasure, even though I knew it was safe, my body tensed involuntarily.
Lucas clenched tightly around him, determined to make this quick no matter what.

“Haah… Relax,” Leon murmured against my skin.

“Faster… ah, ah, ah!”

Lucas’s body strained as he climaxed, his walls tightening fiercely around Leon, clinging as if refusing to let him go.
Leon stopped moving, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath.

“Aaah… why…” Lucas gasped out.

There was no sensation of warmth filling him yet.
Confused and frustrated, Lucas turned his head, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Leon.

“I wanted to see your face when I finished,” Leon said, smiling sweetly.

Gently, Leon turned Lucas onto his back, pressing him carefully against the flat stone.
The moment Lucas thought the new position felt more comfortable, Leon lifted his legs and buried himself deeply inside once again.

“Hngh…”

Leon moved his hips slowly at first, leaning down to whisper in a low voice,

“Lucas… don’t you wonder what the animals would say if they saw us like this?”

Lucas’s face turned scarlet.
It was like doing something shameful in front of a crowd, even if they were just animals.
Flustered, Lucas shook his head quickly, desperately denying the thought.

“No… ah!”

Even though he was burning with embarrassment, the look of bliss on his flushed face, standing out against his pale skin, was breathtakingly seductive.
Leon couldn’t hold himself back any longer and began moving faster, his hips snapping into Lucas with growing urgency.
The inside was so hot and tight, it felt like he might be swallowed whole.

To stop himself from losing control completely, Leon found Lucas’s lips and captured them in a deep, hungry kiss.
Lucas’s sweet saliva flooded his mouth, mixing with his own breathless moans.

“Hnngh…”

“Aah!”

They climaxed together, their bodies shuddering as they spilled themselves into each other.
Their skin was slick with shared heat and release.

The greenhouse, already warm, now overflowed with the heavy scent of their breath and passion.
The temperature seemed to climb even higher.

“Does it hurt?” Sion’s voice was gentle.

Lucas slowly pushed himself upright.
His body felt heavier and heavier as his due date approached.
It was as if all the pains and discomfort he had avoided during the early stages of pregnancy had come crashing down on him at once.
Still, Lucas never showed any signs of weakness in front of Leon, and Leon continued to hold him close with unwavering devotion.

“Why don’t you spend a little time away from him, Your Highness?”
Sion suggested cautiously, watching the way Lucas’s face grew more and more strained each day.

“Why would you say that?” Lucas asked, frowning slightly.

“You know why…,” Sion said softly.
“At a time when you should be resting, he’s by your side constantly, day and night. It must be exhausting for you.”

Sion’s concern was obvious in his voice.
He didn’t blame Leon — he understood that Leon wanted to be with Lucas — but still, he worried about Lucas’s wellbeing.

“It’s fine,” Lucas said, shaking his head.
“It’s better for the child to have his father nearby.”

Sion sighed quietly.

“So, Leon isn’t the only one who has trouble letting go.”

“Hm?”

“In my opinion, Your Highness is part of the problem too,” Sion said, a thoughtful look on his face.
He propped a soft cushion behind Lucas’s back and placed a book and tea within easy reach.

“You should take a break too, Sion,” Lucas said with a weak smile.
“You’re working too hard because of me.”

“Yes, then I’ll rest for a while,”
Sion agreed—but even as he said it, he returned straight to his room.
There, he sat at his desk, picked up a pen, and began writing a long, detailed letter to Michelle.
It wasn’t a letter full of sweet words of love.
Instead, it detailed the current situation of the Crown Prince and his consort in the Theian Empire.

Sion tried to soften his words, so Michelle wouldn’t worry too much.
But when Michelle received the letter, he muttered, “I knew it!” without even reading the rest and immediately started packing for a trip to the Theian Empire.

Arriving much sooner than expected, Michelle didn’t wait to hear Lucas’s explanations.
Instead, he went straight to the Emperor and Empress to voice his concerns.

After hearing Michelle out, Asilia, the Empress, raised one eyebrow and said with a faint smile,

“They’re so much like His Majesty.”

Beside her, Frederick cleared his throat loudly, shooting Asilia a subtle look.

“Of course, it’s a trait that runs deep in the royal family,” she added, “but if it’s threatening the Crown Princess’s health, we cannot overlook it.”

Michelle nodded firmly.

“Exactly what I was saying.”

“I should have paid closer attention earlier,” Asilia said regretfully.
“Let’s separate them until after the baby is born.”

“That would be best,” Michelle agreed enthusiastically.

Satisfied with the outcome, Michelle left the audience hall, heading quickly toward Lucas.

“…Grand Duke, what brings you here?” Leon asked, just as he reached the top of the stairs.

“I was planning to wait until my nephew was born,” Michelle replied bluntly, “but since Your Highness’s… stamina seems excessive, I thought it best to come early.”

“Stamina?” Leon flushed, embarrassed.
“I’m not sure that’s a proper way to put it…”

It was clear Leon wanted to laugh it off lightly, but Michelle wasn’t having it.
He frowned sternly and spoke with the gravity of an elder,

“Your Highness, even something good becomes harmful if overdone. Lucas may be strong, but he’s still a recessive Omega carrying a child. You must restrain yourself.”

Leon felt wronged—after all, he had been strictly following the physician’s advice.
But he didn’t want to make excuses.

“Of course,” Leon said sincerely.
“No one is more concerned about Lucas’s health than I am.”

Finally, Michelle smiled.

“I know. I’ll pray for Lucas’s safe delivery—and the child’s health.”

After parting ways with Leon, Michelle made his way quickly to Lucas’s quarters.
Thanks to Sion, Lucas already knew the general situation, though he greeted Michelle with a slightly awkward expression.

“Sister… you’re here,” Lucas said stiffly.

“Of course,” Michelle said.
“The baby’s almost due. I plan to stay here until after the birth.”

Lucas looked alarmed, his face twitching slightly.

“What? You’re not happy to see me?” Michelle teased.

“No, it’s not that, it’s just…”

“Don’t worry. I’m not here to separate you and Leon entirely.
I just want to help you manage things properly—for the sake of my future niece or nephew.”

Lucas forced a smile.
He wasn’t worried about Leon—he was worried about the north, imagining his poor subordinates tearing their hair out without him.

While Lucas smiled awkwardly at Michelle, he turned and shot a sharp glare at Sion.
He didn’t deny that he was tired and in pain lately, but it was normal at this stage of pregnancy.
Sion had gone too far.

“Still…” Michelle said, frowning, “you really don’t look well.”

“Lucas? Lucas!”

Suddenly, Lucas clutched his belly and doubled over in pain.
Cold sweat poured from his forehead, and his lips turned pale.

“S-Sister… I… I’m really…”

He couldn’t even finish the sentence, trembling from head to toe.
A wave of pain tore through him like a giant needle stabbing into his body.

Michelle quickly assessed the situation and gave calm, decisive orders.

“Move Lucas to the birthing room immediately!
Call for the royal physician and the midwife!”

“Yes, understood!”

The attendants rushed to obey.
With Lucas’s sudden early labor, the Crown Prince’s palace was thrown into chaos.

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