The Vampire Prince's Toxic Consort (BL)

A grand feast ensued after the yearly gladiatorial game. All the winners were cheered and celebrated as the guest of honor and sat at the same table with Chieftan Volke and his family pack.

Lucius was permitted to sit with Dorian. The crowd gave a boisterous ovation when the vampire prince’s name was announced as they were let to the table. The people of The Guardians saw Dorian as a hero who slayed the evil monster and brought justice to the victims.

“How is your arm?” Volke asked with a smile.

Dorian glanced at his bandaged right arm and shrugged, “it will recover in two days.”

“You’ve done a phenomenal job in the Arena, my friend.” Volke laughed sonorously and raised his horn of ale, “not only you ended him with the famous ‘Blood Flower,’ but you also allowed the victim families to have their closure. I couldn’t have done it any better myself. Cheers to you!”

Dorian drank with him and many others who came to propose a toast to him. The werewolves were clearly infatuated with Dorian and no longer saw him as an enemy.

Lucius also downed several horns of the refreshing ale with them, half out of courtesy, half out of sincere joyfulness. God knew he almost screamed for Dorian to run multiple times, and he clutched his fists so tight that his fingernails cut into his palms.

Lucius kept telling himself that he worried about Dorian simply because the prince was his protector and not because of anything else, but at this moment, he just wanted to forget about his position and be happy about the fact that Dorian was alive and mostly unharmed.

After several drinks, he felt a nice and tingling warmth growing in his stomach, and he was slightly dizzy, but not yet to the point of intoxication. He glanced at Dorian, and a strange feeling hit his heart.

In the dancing flame’s orange light and the bonfire heat, Dorian’s youthful and sculptural features radiated effulgently, like an ancient god. His smell was rich and intoxicating, making Lucius want to sniff more.

Why was he feeling like a schoolgirl having a crash? This was so unbecoming and absurd...

As if felt his gaze, Dorian turned to look at him. And Lucius wasn’t sure if it was the light or his imagination, but he thought the look in the prince’s eyes was slightly different than usual.

“Why are you looking at me like this?” Dorian asked softly.

“Nothing. I’m just glad you are still alive.”

“But if I die, you can go back to Anthor, and Eternia will be busy dealing with the werewolves, and no one will even notice that you are gone.” Dorian slightly tilted his head, “wouldn’t that be better for you? Don’t you want to go home?”

“I’d rather not go home if that’s the price.“Lucius said quietly, “and I don’t really think there is a home for me to return to. Not since they have decided to send me away.”Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Dorian peered at him in such a way that made Lucius’s heartache, and as the vampire gently caressed his cheek, he leaned in and closed his eyes. He liked the coolness on Dorian’s hand and the way he touched him with such care and tenderness as if he cherished him with the most delicate affection.

But then, someone interrupted their moment. It was a stunningly beautiful male omega werewolf, tall and slender, with milky skin, azure eyes, and curly silver hair. He smiled seductively at Dorian and asked him for a dance.

Volke laughed and encouraged with a wink, “this is Faelan the White Gold, son of Jarl Alberto, the most beautiful unclaimed omega in my realm. You are a lucky man tonight.”

To Lucius’s surprise, Dorian accepted the invitation, and as they joined the dancing crowd, people around them all cheered and hurrahed. The music was exotic and rhythmic, and they danced and swayed with such ease and elegance as if they’d danced a hundred times before.

Lucius watched, trying to swallow the bitterness and dismay he worked very hard to ignore.

“With a husband like that, I’m sure you have to worry a lot.” Volke teased.

“I’m not worrying.” Lucius cleared his throat and sipped at his drink, “it’s just a dance.”

“Well, you should. You see, the Arena and the game are all a form of sacrifice to our Goddess of Rebirth, Vehena. There are deaths, and then there is also the element of fertility and new life. Every year after the game, people will quaff these special ales with a little aphrodisiac effect. Not a lot that will turn you into a sex monkey. Just a little push to make people more open to their desire. And then, they will find a partner, go into the forest, and have a little fun. Every year after tonight, many omegas will get pregnant if their partner or themselves are not careful enough.”

Aphrodisiac effect! No wonder why he was feeling all strange when he saw Dorian tonight! Lucius observed how close and suggestive the dance between the silver-haired werewolf and Dorian had become. The omega was putting his hands on all the inappropriate places, and Dorian was not refusing anything!

Sourness was growing more and more poignant at the back of Lucius’s throat.

He was right here! How could Dorian just go on dancing with the first pretty boy who presented himself! He should have been more considerate!

“Vampires are rarely monogamous. You should learn not to let jealousy torment your heart. After all, you were supposed to be above all these mundane feelings, right?“The chieftain continued with a tune of raillery.”

Lucius felt a surge of anger rose within him, “and I suppose you are also happy to share all your mates with other alphas and betas?”

“Well, they love me enough not to want others.”

“That is a lot of confidence.” Lucius jeered, “and what about yourself? Have you loved one enough and not want others?”

“I must confess, I haven’t found that kind of love yet.” Volke grinned charmingly, and his eyes glistened brightly, “I’m always curious about the new beautiful people I meet. I’d love to get to know them better and maybe share a little time together.”

As he spoke, his big, strong hand under the table gingerly touched Lucius’s thigh. Lucius jumped a little, but he didn’t move away.

Lucius couldn’t deny that he was feeling a bit horny and also a bit pissed off at Dorian. Volke was right, vampires were known for their polygamous culture, and it was not like he and Dorian were in love or together. He had no right to stop Dorian from having fun with others, and Dorian also had no right to restrict him.

Volke had such a muscular and gorgeous body and an exceptionally attractive face. Why would he reject that? Merely imagining that dark, powerful, mountain-like body pinning him down, crashing his pale and smaller body and dominating him with a wolfish voracity was enough to make Lucius hard.

Noticing that Lucius was not rejecting, Volke’s smile grew wider, and a strong scent of sandalwood and rum emanated from his excited body. He leaned in closer, sniffing at Lucius’s neck where the smell of pheromone was strongest.

“Your smell is so sweet.“The werewolf whispered seductively, and his breath tickled Lucius’s sensitive ear. Lucius blushed as he felt the hand move higher on his thigh and rubbed a little. He let out a hitched breath.

“Do you want to go into the forest with me?” Volke tilted Lucius’ chin up and mesmerized him with his dark irises, “I will give you the best fuck you’ve ever had, so good that you won’t be able to walk properly the next day.”

“And you still want me to perform a miracle for your nephew while tempting me with all these... depravities?”

“You are no longer a priest. Why not enjoy a little corporeal fun? I’m sure your god won’t mind. Besides, your husband is enjoying the company of Faelan. It’s only fair that I also provide you some entertainment tonight as well. Otherwise people will say I’m a bad host.”

It was such a tempting offer. Lucius hesitated a bit, ruminating over all the possible outcomes, and decided it was not a good idea after all. Before he could say anything, though, a stern and stormy voice interjected.

“Julian. I need to talk to you.”

Lucius jolted and looked to the side. Dorian was storming toward them, and if the expression on his face could be materialized into a natural phenomenon, it would be a thunderstorm right over his head. Before Lucius had a chance to say anything, Dorian grabbed his wrist and pulled him up, ignoring his protest and half dragging him away from the feast and into the forest.

“What’s gotten into you!” Lucius yelled peevishly and yanked his hand out of Dorian’s grip.

Dorian retorted with seething anger, “what were you doing with Volke?”

“What were you doing with that white-haired pretty boy?”

“It was only a courtesy dance!”

“Oh, since when does a courtesy dance involve so much touching?!“Lucius grew increasingly huffish, “he was pulling you to the woods! I saw it!”

“But I didn’t go, did I!”

“Well, do you expect some big award?! I know you wanted to!”

“So you know how to read mind now?!”

“You should have gone with him. I don’t even care!“Lucius waved his hand in frustration, “we are nothing, anyway. And what I do with Volke is none of your business!”

Dorian grabbed his collar forcefully and grated his teeth, “you are my consort! What will people say about me if they see you ingratiating yourself all over the werewolf!”

“Ingratiating?! I wasn’t even going to agree to his proposal!”

“You shouldn’t have let him touch you in the first place!”

“Right back at you!“Lucius shouted back.

There was a moment of silence as both panted after a round of shouting competition. They stood extremely close, face to face, breast to breast, with Dorian’s hand on Lucius’s neck.

And then, not knowing who moved first, or maybe both moved simultaneously, their lips clashed. This time it was not a tempting peck with feigned affection, but a provocative battle. Their tongues intertwined, pushing back and forth, sucking in breath and saliva. Their teeth bit into each other’s lips so hard that they could taste the blood, which further incited the vampire.

Dorian lifted Lucius effortlessly and shoved him against a tree. It knocked the air out of Lucius, but the roughness only excited the smaller man. He moaned and wrapped his arms around Dorian’s neck, his right leg coiled around Dorian’s waist. Dorian sucked and bit along his neck, and with one hand still pining Lucius against the tree, he used the other hand to tear off his consort’s jacket and shirt, revealing the alabaster, smooth, and sweat-covered chest.

The vampire inhaled deeply and licked the perspiration and small trail of blood like a ravenous beast, and then he caught Lucius’s left nipple between his teeth, gnawing and teasing relentlessly. Lucius squirmed against him and the tree, and a sweet whining escaped his throat.

“Is this too much for you? ” Dorian asked in a husky, dark voice, “You can still say no.”

Lucius looked at his fake husband and smirked challengingly, “Don’t you fucking dare to hold back.”

And that elicited a growl from the vampire. He tore the belt off Lucius’s pants, shoved his hand inside, holding the already hardened manhood in his cool, powerful hand, and stroking it with well-practiced rhythm and force. And Lucius cried in pleasure, his fingers dug into the bark behind him. He was already so hard, and soon the tip of his cock began to wet, leaking the precums.

Dorian rubbed the precums on his finger, turned Lucius around, pushed down the consort’s pants, and probed the wet finger into the seam between the plumped bottom cheeks. Lucius grabbed the tree, feeling the finger rub at his opening for a few seconds, and then pushed in.

Despite the profligate public image, Lucius rarely spent a night with anyone. Last time someone did this to him was almost a year ago, and the tingling pain and stretchiness made him shudder. The little entrance opened and closed around the finger like a hungry mouth. Dorian had to use almost all of his self-restraint not to just release his cock and shove it into that delicious hole.

Lucius was finger-fucked for a few moments, and it was not enough. Those fingers were not long enough and not thick enough. He wanted more, needed more. He swayed his waist impatiently and made more erotic whining noises with his nose.

Suddenly the two fingers were withdrawn, and Lucius looked back over his shoulder to see what was happening. And as he saw the HUGE manhood jump out of Dorian’s pants, his eyes widened, and his adam’s apple bobbed up and down in shock.

Dorian chuckled at his consort’s reaction and aimed the impressive head of his cock at the small opening. When the vampire prince began to push in, Lucius felt his hole was stretched to its limit, and he struggled to breathe. He grabbed the tree so tight as if it was his life and worried for a moment that he would be split by the monstrous thing.

But miraculously, Lucius took the whole thing in. He felt so full that he didn’t dare to move, except for his legs shaking uncontrollably. He gasped for air and wasn’t prepared when Dorian suddenly withdrew for several inches and rammed back in with soul-crushing force. Lucius cried out as he felt a jolt of electricity ripple through his body as something deep inside him was hit hard.

And Dorian didn’t give Lucius time to catch his breath and commenced a brutal, steady, and relentless pounding rhythm. Lucius felt as if his inner passage was on fire, and his organs were all melting. The pleasure was so poignant that he couldn’t help but whimper and cry helplessly. The pleasure quickly built up inside him like a volcano about to erupt, and soon he screamed as hot white cream ejaculated from his cock and splashed all over his belly.

Yet Dorian was not finished yet and kept going and going. When Lucius’s legs failed to support his weight, Dorian pulled out, turned Lucius around, and lifted him with his strong arms without caring about the healing wound, letting Lucius’s legs dangling from his elbows and then penetrating him in one forceful thrust. Tear of overwhelming sensations free-flowing the smaller man’s face, and he couldn’t even utter a comprehensive word other than dropping some shattered gibberish.

To Lucius’s surprise, his spent body kept reacting to Dorian’s invasion, and his cock gradually awoke once more. He felt his whole body was on fire, and he might die here. He didn’t mind, though. It would have been the best way to go.

Dorian’s speed picked up and kept hitting that spot in Lucius’s body, and they both climbed to culmination simultaneously. Dorian growled and gave a final thrust, and he went so deep that Lucius thought that long prick must have touched his other organs, and hot liquid filled his belly. Lucius himself ejaculated again. He would have collapsed if Dorian wasn’t holding him against the tree.

They leaned against each other, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, their body still connecting in the most intimate way possible. The smell of sex was still dancing around them, and their minds were completely blank.

Lucius buried his face in Dorian’s shoulder as the reality slowly settled in.

Did they just finally consummate their marriage?