I Became the Cure for the Cursed Prince - Chapter 78 (Slight R19)

“Hnn… It’s… too much…”

Lucas wondered if he was dreaming.
Maybe he had gone mad from his heat cycle and was imagining something so indecent.
Otherwise, how could he and Leon possibly be doing something like this?

“Haah, Luca.”

Leon breathed his name in a voice filled with awe.
When Lucas peeled his hands away from his flushed face and looked down, he saw it — Leon’s large, straining erection, prodding insistently as if it might pierce into him at any moment.

Lucas’s eyes widened as he looked up at Leon, who frowned slightly and said,

“Luca, do you know something?”

“…”

Lucas, startled by the sudden use of formal speech, couldn’t answer — he only panted, his breathing ragged.
Leon stared at him for a moment with a complicated gaze before grabbing both of Lucas’s knees and spreading them wide apart.

Then he lowered his head between them.

Lucas squeezed his eyes shut.
He couldn’t bear to look.
The shame of his body — already slick and glistening with arousal — was unbearable.

But no contact came.
When he cautiously opened his eyes, Leon was staring between his legs, as if beholding something sacred.

“I used to imagine this every day — you, lying in front of me, spreading your legs just like this…”

“Stop, Leon…”

“Yeah… I can’t hold back anymore either.”

Leon’s voice came out hoarse with restraint.
He pressed his fingers into Lucas’s mouth, slipping them inside.

The moist warmth of Lucas’s mouth wrapped around them.
Lucas didn’t lick or suck — he merely held Leon’s fingers, helpless, in a sloppy, clumsy way.

Drool slid from the corners of his mouth.
When Lucas tried to close his lips to swallow, Leon let out a small moan, his golden eyes curling sweetly with pleasure.

It was an unbearably erotic expression — one that made Lucas’s lower body clench involuntarily.

“Spread wider.”

The words were whispered low into his ear.
Before he realized it, Lucas had parted his legs further, exposing himself completely.

Leon stared in fascination — at Lucas’s erect shaft and the pink, twitching entrance beneath it.

Leon’s saliva-coated fingers brushed the tender flesh, making a sticky liquid gush between the cleft of Lucas’s buttocks.

Scooping some up, Leon smeared it around before slowly inserting a finger inside.

“Hnnngh…”

The tight entrance sucked greedily at Leon’s finger, as if waiting for it.
Just a single digit, and already Lucas’s whole body felt like it might be pulled in.

Leon was stunned.
Lucas — the one who had always resisted his pheromones — was responding to his touch.

Images of countless lonely nights spent helplessly pouring out his pheromones flashed through Leon’s mind.
The urge to thrust himself in, to claim him completely, surged up violently.

But he restrained himself.
He couldn’t hurt Lucas — not now.

Breathing heavily, Leon moved his finger slowly, carefully, even as he gripped his own painfully hard shaft with his other hand.

Lucas flinched and tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to run.
Leon continued his slow, deliberate movements.

“Haah… ahh…”

Every time Leon’s finger moved, Lucas’s moans grew louder.
Leon swallowed thickly.
Lucas’s fair face was flushed a deep, feverish red.
His half-lidded eyes were unfocused, and his hips were already slack.

Lucas — beautiful, perfect Lucas — was gripping his fingers tightly while standing erect, utterly vulnerable.

“Luca… are you dreaming too?”

“…Ahh, s-stop…”

Lucas threw his head back, but Leon didn’t stop.
Stimulating him in two places at once, he pushed Lucas closer to the edge.
Lucas struggled desperately, as if determined not to climax — but there was no chance.

“Every night, I dreamed of rolling around in bed with you.
Now, I can’t even tell if this is a dream anymore.”

“…Hnn, ahh…!”

Lucas’s body began to tremble.
His mouth opened in a silent cry, and his hips arched high off the bed.

Just looking at him — that beautiful, trembling body — made Leon’s heart race madly in his chest.

Leon smiled, whispering darkly,

“Come for me. In my hand.”

He moved his hand faster, without mercy, making sure Lucas wouldn’t be able to endure.

Lucas’s whole body was slick with sweat, his scent thicker than ever.
Maybe that was why Leon, too, felt as if he were about to lose control.

“Just watching you…
makes me want to come too.”

“S-stop saying… ahh, I—I’m…!”

Lucas couldn’t even finish his sentence.
He opened his mouth to gasp, and at last, spilled his hot release all over Leon’s hand, his stomach, and his own shaft.

But Leon didn’t stop his hand.

Panting hard, Lucas pressed a hand against his chest, trying to calm his hammering heart.
It felt as though a wild fish were thrashing inside his ribcage.

His spent cock remained trapped in Leon’s hand, trembling and sensitive.
Thick fluids ran down his thighs, impossible to believe they had come from his own body.

The situation terrified him.
Even though he knew it was the heat cycle… still…

In a voice that had dropped dangerously low, Leon murmured,

“I’m not finished yet, Luca.”

Leon licked his lips, staring intently at his own erection.
The veins stood out angrily against the thick, swollen shaft.

Even more frightening than the sheer size was the sinful way Leon’s hips bucked — as if accusing Lucas: You made me like this. Now take responsibility.

Lucas instinctively held his breath.

“You’re not… planning to refuse, right?”

Leon’s gaze swept between Lucas’s thighs.
The moment their eyes met — filled with a reddish heat — Lucas’s spent member stirred again, hardening once more.
Lucas couldn’t bring himself to answer; instead, he covered his eyes with one hand.
His face burned unbearably.

Even without the heat cycle, Leon’s sinful expressions, his ragged breathing, and his beautiful body would have been impossible to resist.
Leon gently lifted Lucas’s arm away and locked eyes with him.

“What should I do, Luca?
I think… my rut has started too.”

At those words, the fragile thread of Lucas’s sanity snapped completely.
As if under a spell, Lucas nodded.

“Please… put it in.”

Leon’s smile dazzled like the sun as he seized both of Lucas’s wrists and pinned them above his head.

The room was saturated with their mingled scents, creating a heady, intoxicating fragrance.

“Hngh…”

Every time Leon’s lips latched onto Lucas’s nipple, sucking persistently, Lucas gasped, struggling to hold back the moans that threatened to escape.

Lucas tried desperately to stop Leon’s rampage by wrapping his arms around his neck and biting his shoulder, but every time he did, the stimulation only grew stronger.
In the end, all he could do was endure.

Leon grabbed Lucas’s slick hips with both hands and lifted him up.
Clenching his teeth, Lucas pleaded,

“J-just a moment…”

The stimulation was so overwhelming he felt like he might lose his mind if Leon entered him now.

But Leon didn’t answer.
Instead, he lowered his head and, almost teasingly, licked the tip of his leaking shaft with a long, slow stroke.

He nipped along the sensitive inside of Lucas’s thighs, then licked and sucked at every tender spot, even the entrance that twitched so vulnerably.

“…Nngh!”

Lucas had reached his limit.
His mouth kept falling open without permission.

And just then — Leon’s fingers slid abruptly into him.

Lucas bucked, a muffled cry escaping his lips.

Leon’s tongue was meticulous, lavishing every sensitive wrinkle and fold with wet strokes.
Lucas thought it might be easier to just be filled with that large thing, rather than endure this endless teasing.

“I’d rather you just…”

He had never imagined it would happen like this.
He thought — according to books, anyway — that after tender kisses and gentle caresses, two people would naturally come together.

But what they were doing now felt far too vulgar, far too obscene.

From the tips of his toes, through his hips, up to his head, not a single part of him was steady.
Lucas tried to push Leon away, pleading silently to just be taken — before he completely lost himself in shame.

Leon, licking around his entrance and thrusting his fingers inside, grabbed Lucas’s hips firmly to stop him from escaping.
He forced Lucas’s trembling legs open and pulled him close.

Finally — he began to push his cock into the loosened, dripping entrance.

“Ahh!”

Lucas gasped sharply.
Something far larger than fingers split him open, stretching him deep inside.
Each slow push from Leon made the heat inside Lucas’s belly swirl and boil.

His whole body was drenched in Leon’s heavy woody scent.
Leon’s cock was massive and rigid — incomparable to fingers.

Leon knew Lucas was struggling, but he didn’t stop.

“A-ah, hnnngh…”

The sensation was almost unbearable, like being split in two — and yet, at the same time, a profound fullness flooded Lucas’s chest, as if something essential had finally been completed.

Leon filled him so completely there wasn’t even the smallest space left.
Lucas’s body trembled, his mouth falling open naturally.

Leon leaned down and captured Lucas’s lips, devouring them deeply.

“Luca…”

It was a sweet, tender voice — but to Lucas, it sounded distant, unreachable.

All he could focus on was the overwhelming collision of pain and burning pleasure erupting inside him.

“Haa… ahn…”

He hadn’t expected this.

He had heard — during a heat cycle, an omega’s sensitivity would spike so high that just being entered by an alpha would be enough to make them climax immediately.

But the reality was even worse.

Every movement Leon made sent violent shudders through Lucas’s body, sweeping his mind completely blank.

Leon licked the tear tracks from the corners of Lucas’s eyes.

“I didn’t want to hurt you…
Haah, Luca, I didn’t know… my rut would come too.”

Rut…?
The words Leon had murmured earlier, they weren’t a joke after all.

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