The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]
Chapter 416: Mine

Chapter 416: Mine

It was the same weapon he’d seen before, but the view with Xavier like this offered an entirely new scenery.

Every pent-up muscle on his body was suddenly alert, although Luca could tell that a certain traitor of a member thought differently.

Xavier, on the other hand, didn’t shy away from Luca, who probably didn’t realize he was gaping at him.

He took his time applying more lube, coating his protected member as he watched Luca with care. At the same time, the trembling guide returned it with a dazed gaze as his inhibitions were taken over by how Xavier was stroking himself while looking at him with those eyes.

"Luca, are you uncomfortable?"

It was a difficult question to answer; his bottom was twitching, and his erect member felt uncomfortable, but surprisingly, it wasn’t the kind that would push him to stop.

So he shook his head, eyes moist as he looked at the wolf before him.

"Xavier..." he called to him, and who was the prince to decline his wife?

So he positioned himself. Luca’s eyes widened again, his breath catching. His legs trembled, but they didn’t close. He held Xavier’s gaze.

"Luca, tell me if you want to stop, alright?"

Eyelashes fluttered heavily as the first push made him gasp from the sheer pressure.

It was a stretch he couldn’t have ever imagined. His fingers flew to Xavier’s shoulders, gripping tightly.

Luca whimpered Xavier’s name.

"I’ve got you. Just breathe for me."

Xavier didn’t thrust, easing in slowly and trying to stop every time Luca’s body tensed too tightly.

And it was taking every inch of willpower he’s got in him to keep it together.

It was so hot, the type of heat that someone like him could only attain through burning, but more than anything, it was as if every fiber of his being wanted to just merge with the one under him.

But it was understandable, because if it were possible, he would’ve fused with his wife ages ago.

It wasn’t long before Luca was panting, a sheen of sweat across his brow, hips trembling beneath Xavier’s control.

Luca blinked up at him, a sheen forming by the edge of his eyes as he took on Xavier. "You’re... inside?"

He asked.

Hoped.

However, Xavier didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed him, but this time deeper—a little messier. His tongue teased Luca’s lower lip, pulling a sound from his chest that made the prince groan softly. Then his lips began to move. Down.

He kissed along Luca’s jaw, down his throat, letting his teeth graze the fluttering pulse there. He was rewarded with a whimper, and those soft hands tightened against his back. Then the prince moved lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the flushed skin of Luca’s chest, slow and wet and hot enough to burn.

Burn so that it could distract him from Xavier pushing in further.

Then the hulking man paused above Luca’s heart, lips brushing reverently before he kissed one taut nipple, before flicking it with his tongue.

Then he sucked.

Luca cried out.

His body arched, chest rising toward the mouth that was undoing him. He didn’t even know this could feel good, but now he did. And it was too much. Not enough. Both.

But then he felt it—

"!!!"

That final push, and his legs trembled as Xavier pushed his length inside him.

"Ughhh! Xavier...!" Luca moaned, his stomach suddenly forced to adapt to the swelling inside his body.

"You’re doing so well," Xavier murmured, brushing his fingers over Luca’s flushed skin as he hugged him, while he trembled.

It took a moment, and all that could be heard was their ragged breathing, but then suddenly, he felt Xavier move. And just as he wanted to ask what happened, his mind went blank, words turning into something else.

Xavier pulled out just a little.

He whimpered.

Then the prince pushed back in.

He returned it with a moan.

And Xavier resisted the urge to ram into him as he maintained his slow, steady strokes, transferring all his urges to his fists.

Luca, on the other hand, was clinging to his husband like a lifeline, his legs now wrapped around his waist, and each movement made him whimper or gasp or let out broken, sweet noises that neither of them knew he could make.

His lips were bitten white as each thrust got him trembling, but then Xavier changed his angle, and it was impossible to bite away his cries as his back arched off the bed.

It was that spot.

And Luca could’ve sworn he saw the light when he hit it, but then the prince who heard the change in his sounds took the signal.

Xavier pulled out, and this time he slammed in, the loud slapping sound reverberating in the room, and Luca’s body rang with it.

He was so hot, so full, and pressed that he was breathless and shaking every time Xavier thrust into him.

Again, and again. The prince kept it his duty to listen to Luca’s moans, thrusting whenever he called for him, and it didn’t take long for Luca to overflow.

Then the wife, who had been shocked to the inch of his life, felt it, that moment when he was about to go.

He immediately raised his hands to block his face, only for his hand to be caught by the giant wolf before him.

"Let me see you, Luca," Xavier said as he thrust into him until he gave way.

He came with a cry, clenching tight around Xavier and dragging him over the edge with him.

For a moment after the orgasm was over, the little guide’s mind was completely blank.

There wasn’t any shame, no worries, or even thoughts about his life. And only Xavier’s muffled grunt pulled him back into his senses.

And then, in his dazed form that was now slack in bed, he watched as the prince before him stiffened before his face made that expression, his eyes consumed with desire he’d never seen before.

And for the first time in his life, he discovered he wanted someone all to himself.

Mine.

The man before him just had to be his.

Only his.

And so the little fox, who mustered all the confidence he never knew he had, called with his arms outstretched, "Xavier, again."

It was like a thunderclap. That small voice hit the panting husband out of nowhere, but as he looked down at Luca, whose face was so flushed, he thought he’d even hand over the empire if he asked.

So he obeyed, driving into him with a rhythm that was patient, reverent, but undeniably hungry.

The prince’s toned body pressed him down, squeezed together, skin to skin, and sensing each other’s heartbeat as it thundered in their chests.

And if it had been the same Luca from before, he would’ve panicked at all the marks he’d left on this beast. But this little fox was too soaked with desire that he’d clamp tightly, even slightly raising his hips to align with his thrusts.

They kept intertwining like this, sticking tightly together as if it were a crime to let go.

But then, it was like that again, between kisses and reverent caresses, the little wife couldn’t hold on for too long.

But he tried, if not for someone hitting his armor in all the right spots.

"Come for me, my love," Xavier whispered as Luca’s body began to tighten.

Luca’s body responded to it, to him. His body swayed as he climaxed once more, shooting all over his stomach and the sheets with no second thoughts, just stars.