Omega Ascension System[BL]-Chapter 285: _Far From Done

(Warning: More Spice Ahead.)

Elian’s POV

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Lucian didn’t hesitate.

His finger plunged into Elian’s hole, digging deep slowly. The latter bit back a gasp, still raw from his climax barely a few seconds ago.

Kyren shifted, moving himself to Elian’s right side. He grabbed his chin, guiding him to face the monstrous, veiny dick still twitching with arousal.

Swallowing, Elian wrapped a hand around the shaft. He took him in one hungry gulp, vision blurred with tears and sweat as Lucian moved his finger in and out of his hole.

When the Alpha Prince added a second finger, Elian shuddered. His muscles tightened around Lucian’s fingers. He couldn’t help but pause his movement on Kyren’s dick, his free hand coiling strands of Lucian’s hair.

"Argh!" He grunted, pulling Lucian closer.

Kyren’s grip tightened, thumb stroking along Elian’s jaw as he dragged him back to the heavy length waiting for his mouth. The rogue king wasn’t gentle, but the command in his touch, the raw hunger in his eyes, made Elian’s stomach twist with a fresh wave of heat.

Lucian’s fingers curled inside him again.

Elian’s breath stuttered.

He didn’t even mean to let out a sound — it slipped out of him, muffled against Kyren’s skin, vibrating through every nerve like a tremor.

Kyren hissed through his teeth. "That’s it. Use that pretty mouth."

The Alpha Prince growled in front of him, body pressed to Elian’s chest as he propped himself higher from the pool.

"Don’t distract him," Lucian murmured, thrusting his fingers with a slow, devastating rhythm that had Elian clenching around nothing but need. "He’s barely holding on."

’Barely’ was generous.

Elian felt undone, melting, trembling between them — Kyren’s demand beside him, Lucian’s dominance curling into him.

His fingers twisted in Lucian’s hair again, desperate, anchoring, pulling him closer as if proximity might help him manage the overwhelming pleasure threatening to swallow him whole.

Kyren chuckled, dark and low. "Look at you. Ruined twice and still greedy."

He cupped Elian’s cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb along the corner of his mouth. "Take more."

The command landed like a strike.

Elian’s body reacted first — leaning in, surrendering, letting Kyren guide him. His legs tightened, shaking around Lucian’s sides. His pulse thundered at the base of his throat, echoing every sensation ricocheting through him.

Lucian’s fingers finally withdrew, only for his hand to grip Elian’s waist, holding him steady as he shifted position against him.

Elian barely processed the movement before Lucian exhaled sharply against his nape, lips brushing his skin. "Breathe for me."

As if that were easy.

Kyren’s hand slid into his hair again, firm, steady, controlling.

"Eyes up, little flame," he ordered.

He angled his hips forward just enough that the heat of him pressed against Elian’s lips—not forcing, but promising.

Elian’s breath hitched.

Between the demand in front of him and the sensations beneath him, his brain fizzed, pleasure ballooning until he felt lightheaded.

"Good," Lucian rumbled, voice vibrating as he finally got out of the pool. The Alpha Prince moved around Elian and Kyren, taking his sweet time like he was putting on a show.

"Hold him just like that," he murmured, arms stretching down Elian’s body from behind.

Grabbing his thighs, he helped Elian sit up until he knelt on the cold marble. His dick was already hardened all over again, dripping previously spilt cum on the floor.

Kyren obliged to Lucian’s last sentence—one hand in Elian’s hair, the other stroking along his cheek, his throat and then his chest. Slow. Possessive. Deliberate.

"You’re going to make me lose control," the Rogue king muttered, voice roughened with restraint that was wearing thin by the second.

Elian whimpered.

He didn’t mean to.

It was too much — the pressure, the heat, the way their breaths tangled around him, the way their bodies framed him like he was the centre of a storm designed just for the three of them.

Lucian’s hands skimmed down his sides, gripping his hips from behind with a hard, claiming certainty.

Kyren swore under his breath. "Elian— don’t..." His voice broke, sharp and commanding. "Not yet."

But Elian’s body had its own agenda.

His thighs trembled violently, breath breaking in his chest. Pleasure spiked with dizzying force as he pressed the back of his head against Lucian’s chest.

The Alpha Prince felt it.

He wrapped his fingers around Elian’s waist from behind, pressing him even deeper against his chest, whispering. "Let it take you. We’ve got you."

Kyren’s forehead dropped against Elian’s, breath ragged, eyes burning molten crimson. "Fuck—Elian..." he wrapped his fingers around his length. "Already hard again, are we?"

The sound that left the Rogue King was not controlled.

Nor was the way Lucian cursed against Elian’s neck, tightening his hold as though the moment ripped straight through him too.

Heat crashed over Elian in a wave — sharp, overwhelming, mind-numbing. He didn’t even realise he was shaking until Lucian steadied him, grounding him with low murmurs and strong arms.

Kyren pressed his brow harder against Elian’s, panting like a man dragged to the edge and forced to witness his own undoing.

His voice was a hoarse whisper, "Look at what you do to us." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Lucian’s hand slid up Elian’s torso, over his heart, soothing the aftershocks.

"You’re not done," the Alpha Prince muttered, breath still uneven.

"But gods... you’re unbelievable."

Kyren laughed, breathless, dark, and half-feral. "That was only the start. When we’re through, you won’t remember your own name."

Elian shivered.

Not from cold — from anticipation.

From the way both men looked at him, as if they weren’t just hungry. They were starving.

Finally, the moment he’d been anticipating came.

Lucian knelt behind him, helping him straighten his posture. The Alpha Prince’s hand kept Elian’s waist in place, his full length pressed against his ass crack which was already wet with slick.

Slowly, Lucian guided his length into him. Elian twitched. He wanted to place his hands on the floor for support—but that was impossible with how Lucian held him.

When Lucian finally got deep enough... he paused. Just for a moment. And then he moved again. And again. Each movement tore a strained sound from Elian, his mouth ajar as the slaps of their hips echoed through the cave.

Kyren’s looming presence in front of him as Lucian ravaged his insides told him one thing. They were far from done.