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

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.