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

Luca had a question.

A simple one.

But very important. Or at least very important for his current survival.

Just how did the guides of Tesseris ever complete their guiding like this?!

Because sitting at the edge of his own undoing, Luca was starting to understand exactly why it felt impossible to guide rampaging espers.

It was like a competition.

And clearly, the one with his head tipped back, lips parted in a trembling moan, wasn’t winning.

”Hahh...”

That was him.

And that sound had slipped out far too easily.

He had lost from the very first contact.

Worse, it wasn’t even because he made a mistake. It was because his husband had shown a different side of himself. One Luca wasn’t prepared for.

And if Luca thought his husband was wolfish before, well, now he was certain that his beloved still had a sheepskin on!

Moreover, he should’ve known something was wrong when the prince adjusted his position!

The way Xavier first gripped his left thigh, then dragged that large hand inward, tracing across the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, had Luca stilling in place.

Then that same cold palm followed the small tremor of muscle beneath his skin before switching to the other side.

Locked in place, the little guide’s breath hitched as his husband’s other hand wandered upward, fingers skimming over the trembling thigh before settling to cup the round curve of his backside.

He swallowed hard, trying to focus on his guiding, but the moment he tried to draw breath again, he felt it—one finger, colder and unyielding, brushing the tight ring of flesh it shouldn’t be near.

”Ah—!”

The sound came out broken, part gasp, part plea. His body flinched but didn’t move away.

Every nerve lit up at once. It wasn’t pain, not quite; it was a shock, a sudden contrast.

The heat inside him clashed with the frigid touch that now explored him with terrifying focus.

The chill hit so suddenly that Luca gasped, back arching as a shiver ran up his spine. His entire body tensed at once.

Was it just the temperature?

Or maybe it was because he had become too sensitive. His own arousal had made his skin feel thinner, too easily swayed. He had tried to focus on guiding. Tried to find the rhythm again. Tried to breathe through the thick fog that was clouding his thoughts.

But then—

Lick.

”—!”

A single flick of the tongue.

Luca’s entire body froze. Or at least he tried to freeze. But instead, his body twitched.

His legs jerked slightly, unsure whether to retreat or press forward.

”W-wait, what—”

He twisted slightly, voice shaky, only to be silenced by a second, slower lick that left no room for confusion.

Xavier wasn’t just touching him.

He was tasting him.

Xavier was—

He was—

Oh stars.

He was doing it again.

”Ahh—Xavier, wait, I—!”

Another lick silenced him.

Bolder this time. More deliberate. It dragged across the same place, drawing a helpless, high-pitched moan from his lips.

Luca could feel it.

That tongue.

Probing, exploring, circling with precision that had no business being this good.

And then it happened again.

Xavier’s hands—one on his hip, the other spreading him open with impossible desperation—held him firm as his mouth went to work.

That inexplicable tongue pressed against the tight ring of muscle, soft and wet, teasing at the entrance with a maddening curiosity.

”X-Xavier—it feels weird, I don’t—”

He didn’t finish.

Luca shuddered, feeling his cheeks flush with heat as Xavier’s hands gripped his hips, holding him in place.

He tried to squirm away, but Xavier only tightened his hold, spreading him open further. The tip of Xavier’s tongue traced circles around the rim, sending electric jolts up Luca’s spine.

”Haah!” he gasped, voice trembling.

The wolfish prince hummed in response, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through Luca’s body. He could feel himself growing even harder by the second, his hardness twitching between his legs.

Luca was barely holding himself up anymore. His arms shook. His back was bowed. And when his legs gave up on steadying him, he let out a breathless sound and collapsed forward.

His hands gripped the sheets.

His face buried in Xavier’s abdomen.

But his hips—

His hips lifted.

It wasn’t even something he consciously meant to do.

But there it was.

His ass tilted higher.

Shamelessly.

Completely exposed.

So Xavier could reach him better.

And the prince did.

The rampaging wolf pushed forward, tongue slipping past the tight ring and into him. The flustered guide cried out, back arching more as he was filled by the unbelievable muscle.

The sound that escaped his throat was no longer coherent. His thighs shook, and he gripped the sheets even tighter in both hands.

It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before—intimate and filthy all at once. Xavier explored him with deliberate strokes, tasting every inch of him.

It felt sinful.

Foreign.

And yet it felt good.

Too good.

Luca could feel himself growing wetter by the second. Desire was leaking from his shaft as his husband continued to work him over. He was completely at Xavier’s mercy now, helpless and desperate for more.

With each slow swirl and probing stroke of his husband’s tongue inside him, the little guide’s body tensed and writhed in helpless pleasure.

He could feel the pressure building inside him—hot and urgent and impossible to ignore.

He was throbbing everywhere.

And the moans and gasps coming out of his mouth were unrecognizable. But how could he think about reasonable things when he was close—so close he could taste it.

More...

Just a bit more!

But then, to the absolute horror of the dazed guide, Xavier pulled away suddenly, leaving the supposedly hardworking guide unconsciously whining in protest.

His hips bucked back in a desperate attempt to chase the pleasure.

But the rampaging husband’s instincts were one step ahead of him. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Luca’s throbbing shaft—firm and unyielding, blocking the tip with his thumb so that not a single drop could escape.

Luca gasped at the sudden pressure, feeling himself teeter on the edge of release before being unexpectedly denied.

”!!!”