I Became the Cure for the Cursed Prince - Chapter 80 (R19)

“Ah…”

A soft moan escaped Lucas’s lips.
His mind hadn’t fully returned yet, and the heat and sensation surrounding him felt dreamlike — unreal.
Right… I was in the middle of a heat cycle…
Lucas tried to close his eyes and drift back into sleep.

But a voice drilled into his ears, shocking him awake.

Through half-lidded eyes, he saw Leon’s flushed, exhilarated face hovering over him.

“Haah… Luca, you slept for too long.”

Leon spoke as he rocked his hips with a deep thrust.

“Hhngh, Leon!”

“Do you know how many days it’s been?
I enjoyed it, but still…”

Days?

The words struck Lucas like a bolt of lightning.
His eyes snapped open.

What had happened…?
The dragon had attacked — but there were no casualties…
Wait — Leon’s coming-of-age ceremony…

“Hhnngh!”

Leon ruthlessly ground into the spot Lucas was most sensitive to, making Lucas abandon all attempts at thinking, forcing him to cling to pure sensation.

Leon grabbed both of Lucas’s ankles and spread him wide, thrusting faster, deeper.

“Uh… hhnngh…”

Lucas kept gasping, unable to catch his breath.
He had climaxed so many times that now only thin, clear fluid leaked from his spent shaft.

He said it’s been days…
Have we been doing this… the entire time…?

A deep, squeezing ache in his gut made his thighs tremble uncontrollably.

“Pl-please… stop…”

Lucas begged breathlessly — but before he could even finish the plea, Leon’s pheromones rushed into him, flooding his senses.

His body, betraying his words, grew feverish all over again.

“I want to stop too, Luca…
But you’re clinging so tightly to me.”

Leon’s voice was ragged as he pounded in hard enough to make the bed creak wetly beneath them.
Their fluids smeared and soaked the sheets in a sticky mess.

If the attendants came in and saw this disaster…

“Luca, stay focused.”

“…Hah… Leon…”

Lucas wanted to push him away —
but every time he tried to resist, Leon released a flood of pheromones, as if daring him to fight.

In the end, Lucas could only cling to Leon and endure.

Even breathing felt too difficult.

Leon pulled out, adjusting his position into a seated stance, then lifted Lucas’s waist easily and impaled him again from above.

As Leon thrust deeper, fresh clear fluid spilled from Lucas’s tip again.

Just how many times have we done this?
How much… have I already lost…?

The thought alone made him dizzy with fear.

Leon traced a finger lazily down his collarbone and whispered,

“Your body is all red.
All covered with my marks.”

Lucas looked down and saw that his entire body was stained with bruises and bite marks.
There were visible marks even where clothes wouldn’t cover.

His face flushed hot with shame.

For the first time in his life, Lucas felt grateful he had always kept people at a distance —
so no one would see him like this.

But he knew he couldn’t stay like this forever.

Determined to escape, Lucas shifted his hips in a small rebellion.

Immediately, Leon grabbed his waist firmly, slamming him back down onto his cock.

“Hhhnngh, n-no…”

Lucas gasped sharply, his stomach flipping from the force of it.
It felt as if he were falling from a great height, split wide open down the middle.

“Aahh… nngh…”

His body had long since stopped producing anything.
Now only a tingling, oversensitive numbness remained.

Leon, still clinging to him, whispered,

“It’s okay if you keep feeling it.
Because if you feel good…
I feel good too.”

Lucas clung to him weakly, his body collapsing into limpness.

Leon, breathing heavily, slowly withdrew from him and laid him down gently.

As their connection broke, thick seed spilled messily from Lucas’s entrance.
The sensation of being emptied sent a shudder through his exhausted body.

Even the feeling of semen trickling down his inner thighs was tinged with reluctant pleasure.

My body… it’s completely broken…

Despite his overwhelming fatigue, his body registered every shameful sensation as pleasure.

“…Even now, you’re still like this.”

Leon murmured lowly, as he dipped his fingers back inside.

Lucas flinched.
The emptiness was quickly filled again — the inner walls clenching tightly, making squelching sounds as Leon stirred inside him.

“You’re so obscene.
The way you tighten around me like this — how could I not stay hard?”

Leon continued murmuring indecent words that Lucas could barely bear to hear.
But Lucas only squeezed his eyes shut and let out hot, ragged breaths.

He couldn’t even scold Leon — couldn’t demand how the Crown Prince of the Empire could say such filthy, vulgar things.

Flashes of memory flickered through Lucas’s dazed mind —
of himself clinging to Leon’s neck, rolling his hips against him,
of him clenching tightly, refusing to let Leon go.

His body — exhausted beyond the ability to even lift a finger — still craved Leon.

The shame of his own relentless desire made Lucas bite his lower lip hard.

Leon, noticing, brushed a finger along Lucas’s lips and whispered,

“Your lips… are already marked enough by me.”

Then he lowered his head and kissed him.

Smack, smooch…

Embarrassing wet noises filled the air.
The heat of Leon’s lips, the overwhelming rush of pheromones flooding into Lucas’s lungs — that was the last thing he remembered.

Once again, Lucas slipped into a deep, helpless sleep.

When he next opened his eyes, he was in the bath.

He had no memory of how he got there.
Maybe he had been carried by Leon — he vaguely recalled voices murmuring around him.

A gentle hand caressed his neck, his shoulders, and along his back.

The rough hands from the bed were gone — replaced by tender, reverent touches.

The muscles, so tightly wound from days of endless climaxes, began to relax.
The throbbing pain between his legs slowly dulled.

Drowsiness tugged at him again — until Leon’s voice slipped into his ears.

“You have the most beautiful mark.
It’s gorgeous — just like you.
Haah…”

…Mark?

Lucas’s drowsiness vanished instantly.

Mark?!

Heart pounding, he looked down at the inside of his thigh — and froze.

A vivid red symbol was clearly etched into his skin.
It resembled a magnificent, blooming flower — or perhaps a legendary phoenix from ancient myths.

Seeing it, Lucas realized exactly what had happened.

Imprinting.

Leon — a dominant Alpha destined to lead the Empire —
had imprinted with him, a low-ranking Omega burdened with a curse.

Lucas shoved at Leon’s shoulders in alarm.
But Leon only smiled lazily, his golden eyes curling.

“Why are you so surprised?
You’ll hurt my feelings.”

“…No, I…”

Lucas couldn’t even figure out where to begin.
But worse than the confusion was the scent — Leon’s thick, intoxicating pheromones filling the air.

Breathing alone felt like drowning.

“Now, no matter what anyone says…
You’re mine.
Lucas Rion, future Empress of the Theian Empire.”

“H-how could this happen…”

Lucas tried to reach for a robe, his hands trembling.
But Leon, approaching slowly, caught his wrist.

The robe fell uselessly to the floor.

Leon laughed quietly, tracing his fingers lovingly over the mark on Lucas’s thigh.
Incredibly, Lucas felt his inner walls clench reflexively.

“…Ah.”

Tears welled in his eyes.

The overwhelming shame of having dared to imprint Leon —
the self-loathing…
and yet, alongside it — the awful, inescapable joy.

Lucas hated his body, hated his heart —
hated how every part of him sought Leon’s embrace, his touch, his presence.

If I could…
I would run far away, out of reach of his pheromones, out of reach of this bond.

But his body was bound — tied to him now, irreversibly.

It didn’t take long for the pleasure radiating from the mark to spread throughout his whole body.

“I wish you’d be honest with yourself.
You like it too, don’t you?”

Leon’s whispered words felt like a hypnotic spell, blurring Lucas’s already fragile sense of reason.

He could only stare blankly, helpless.

Leon lifted him into the bath and kissed the tops of Lucas’s feet.

Soft lips trailed from his feet to his ankles, then brushed along the inside of his thighs.

When Leon pressed a kiss to the mark itself, Lucas’s body trembled.

“Haah…”

“I still can’t believe it…
That I got to leave such a beautiful imprint on you.”

I love you, Luca.
I love you so much.

The whispered confession made Lucas’s shaft twitch back to life.

Leon licked a slow, wet trail up his length, nipping and sucking at the marked skin.

Lucas shook his head, overwhelmed —
even the slightest touch there was now unbearably sensitive.

That place — once just another part of his body — had become his most responsive spot.

Leon smiled in satisfaction and opened his mouth wide swallowing Lucas’s penis deeply into his throat.

He hadn’t even truly started moving yet, but Lucas already felt like he might come apart.

“Ah, ahh! S-stop… it’s… too much…”

Lucas tried to push Leon’s head away, tossing his head back helplessly.

His instincts and rational mind fought violently, but his body, his traitorous, desperately eager body — couldn’t resist.

Have I… always been so weak to pleasure?

Humiliation clouded his mind.

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