I Became the Cure for the Cursed Prince - Chapter 79 (Slight R19)

When Leon had said he didn’t want to hurt him, it must have been only words  because his movements grew even rougher.
Pleasure, like lightning riding up his spine, made Lucas sob.

“Hnn, ah, Le-Leon…”

Lucas gasped, trying to speak, and Leon too was breathing heavily.

“It feels like I’m going to snap… so, try to relax.”

Only then did Leon slow his thrusts slightly, licking a long line up the nape of Lucas’s neck.
The cock buried deep inside him ground against his sensitive walls with a slow, maddening pressure.
The sensation was unbearable in a whole different way — a chilling pleasure that raked through his entire body.

“Just… just do it fast…”

Lucas choked out desperately.

Instead of replying, Leon bit down on Lucas’s earlobe, whispering his name.
The small piece of flesh burned as if seared by fire.
His movements — passionate yet desperate, painful yet raw — grew more urgent.

“Ugh, hnnh…”

Their mingled fluids made everything slicker inside.
As the pain receded, it was replaced by a foreign, frightening pleasure.

Inside Lucas, the cock began to swell, growing larger.
Lucas’s eyes flew wide open as he looked at Leon.

Leon smiled slyly, whispering,

“I told you — I’m in rut too. So… relax a little more.”

For survival, Lucas forced himself to loosen his legs.
Leon’s thick shaft pushed deeper, invading parts of him he hadn’t known existed.
The sensation of his girth expanding, pressing against every inch of his inner walls, made Lucas feel like he might tear apart.

“Hnnngh…”

Lucas bit down on the back of his hand to stifle his cries.
But Leon caught his wrist, pulled it away, and pressed Lucas’s hand to his lips.
Leon nipped and sucked on his knuckles as he thrust into him.

Every movement squeezed Lucas’s insides tighter around him.
And when Leon brushed a certain spot inside — a spot Lucas hadn’t known could exist — a white-hot jolt of pleasure shot straight to his head.

Each wet slap of Leon’s hips against him, the obscene sounds of their bodies joining, made Lucas lose his mind.

“Ah… ahh!”

Lucas couldn’t hold back anymore; cries tore from his throat.
His vision flickered wildly — on and off, on and off — with every punishing thrust.

“Le-Leon…”

“If you say my name like that… I’m going to lose it.”

Lucas wanted to scream — just come already, end this torment — but he couldn’t form the words.
At that moment, Leon slammed in hard, with a loud, wet slap, and began ruthlessly grinding against that spot again and again.

Lucas’s head fell back as he gasped for air.

“Do you hear it?
You’re so wet, it’s leaking out with every thrust.
I never knew you could get this wet, Luca, because you never cried before.”

Leon’s lewd words thudded against Lucas’s ears.
He twisted his waist, trying in vain to clamp his legs together.

Every nerve, every fiber of his being, seemed to rush downward.
His throat was parched; he was burning from the inside out.
He was drunk — completely drunk — on the pleasure Leon was pouring into him.

“Hnnn… p-please stop moving…”

“Finally, you’re speaking informally to me.
My Luca…”

Leon whispered in a low, dangerous voice, tightening his arms around Lucas’s shoulders.

Their bodies pressed flush together, leaving no space between them.
Lucas could feel Leon’s frantic heartbeat pounding right against his own.

You’re trembling too.
You’re suffering, just like me…

He had heard that when an Alpha — especially an extreme dominant Alpha — entered rut, it was nearly impossible to endure.
Yet Leon was enduring it.
He was holding back for Lucas’s sake.

Only now, through the haze, Lucas began to understand.
How much agony it must have been for Leon to move carefully, to hold back, when everything in his instincts screamed otherwise.

Lucas’s chest swelled painfully.

Of course — that’s how you’ve always been.
Suffering in silence, crying, begging, waiting — enduring, while I ignored you because of my own wounds.

Just feeling his skin against his, the warmth of his body, their mingled scents —
Lucas could finally feel Leon’s heart.

The longing, the desperate love he had never been able to understand before.

Lucas reached up and wrapped his arms tightly around Leon’s back.
And, just as he had done before, he gently stroked Leon’s trembling back.

“Luca…”

Leon’s voice cracked, as if he were about to cry, when he called his name.
His scent filled Lucas’s lungs, making it impossible to breathe — but Lucas didn’t want to pull away.

Luca… my Lucas…

Leon kept whispering his name, over and over, and with every syllable, something deep and tightly locked inside Lucas snapped open.

Lucas shuddered.

It felt like his body was floating — weightless — like that moment he had once thrown himself into traffic to save a cat.

He realized then.

This was something he couldn’t escape.
It was fate, just as Leon had said.

Without hesitation, Lucas tightened his arms around him.

Leon dropped his head low.
He pressed his forehead against Lucas’s, swallowed his breaths, nuzzled his nose, and scattered kisses across Lucas’s face.

“Your body… it’s opened up.”

“…I know.”

“You understand now, right?
That this isn’t something you can run from?”

Lucas knew — about imprinting.
But he couldn’t bring himself to say it aloud.
Instead, he simply nodded.

“Say it.
Don’t just nod.”

Leon, almost pleading, thrust lightly inside.
A faint clinking sound echoed from deep within — the sound of the bond, the connection he hadn’t even known existed inside his body, now unlocked.
Leon was asking him to admit it, to say out loud that it was him — Leon — who had opened it.

Lucas slowly opened and closed his eyes.

“Come on. Say it.
Say you want to be my Omega too.
Say you want to imprint with me.”

Leon’s thrusts gradually grew faster.
The pleasure that had paused for a moment flooded back, and the clinking sound grew louder.
If Leon stopped now and pushed deeper, the imprint would complete.

“Haah…”

“Lucas… you were always like this.
You always made me worry, made me wait…
But even so — I love you so much.
I can’t help it.”

Tears slipped from Lucas’s closed eyes.
Even without opening them, he knew — they weren’t sweat.

Leon was crying.
Because of him — because of Lucas’s coldness.

Lucas barely managed to force the words out.

“I… I want to imprint with you too.
Please… imprint with me.”

“Hnnngh, Lucas…”

Leon clutched him tightly, repeating I love you, I love you over and over as he hugged him fiercely.

At that moment, Leon’s golden eyes darkened to a deep brown.
He looked at Lucas — clear-eyed — yet it felt like he was seeing something far beyond.

Leon’s thrusts grew more desperate.
His thick shaft searched for and pounded against the deepest parts of Lucas’s inner walls.

“Khh!”

Leon let out a broken cry and entangled himself tightly with Lucas.

As the opened bond clicked shut around him, Lucas’s insides tightened fiercely around Leon.

Lucas’s body shuddered violently, clinging to Leon as the overwhelming pleasure devoured him.

It was a sensation he had never known.
To Lucas, his body had always been a source of pain — he had never imagined it could give him such overwhelming pleasure.

It felt like he had reached the very peak of human ecstasy.

Lucas, trembling from head to toe, came hard, pierced deeply by Leon’s cock.

“Hhngh… hnnh…”

Milky white seed spilled from Lucas’s swollen shaft, dripping down in a sticky stream.

Leon, smiling joyfully, continued to move inside him — and at the same time, bit into his shoulder.

Another mark — another brand — was added to Lucas’s already ruined, bitten skin.

The sharp sting and Leon’s hot breath made Lucas’s body shiver all over.
But Leon wasn’t satisfied — he sucked greedily at Lucas’s lips.

And then, Lucas felt it — the thick heat flooding deep inside.

Leon, sealing the bond, filled the place he had opened with his pheromones.

At that moment, Lucas felt a small death —
as if carrying a heavy stone off a cliff — yet it wasn’t frightening at all.

Rather, it felt like flying through the sky — completely free.

So this is what imprinting feels like…

The thirst, the ache that had tormented him all through his heat cycle, vanished in an instant.

Brilliant light burst behind his closed eyes.
Despite his drained strength, it felt like energy was surging through his whole body.

Lucas clung tightly to Leon, refusing to let go.

“It’s unbelievable…
You’re really mine now…”

I love you.
Now we’ll never be separated.
I could die happy like this.

Leon, still repeating the same words over and over, clung to him until Lucas finally whispered,

“…Me too.”

Lucas barely managed to reply, then closed his eyes.

Leon said something more, but Lucas was already slipping into sleep.

The boy who had been the only light in his dark, lonely world —
Leon — now illuminated Lucas’s entire existence.

Even with his eyes closed, the world around Lucas seemed dazzlingly bright.

And as he fell asleep, the faintest smile lingered on Lucas’s lips.

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