The Omega Knight's Secret Baby Daddy is A PRINCE?!-Chapter 26: A Night to Forget. Pt. 3

Everything was happening too fast.

A little too fast.

First, his heat had come out of nowhere.

Then he’d lost control, thrown aside every hard-earned inhibition.

And now—God.

He had a thick, hard length of a prince’s cock pressed against Ezra’s soaked entrance, a promise of the fullness he craved.

But looking at the size, Ezra thought it would break him.

Literally.

He would rather be stabbed with a sword than with that...thing.

"Look at me" The prince’s breath, hot and whiskey-tinged, fanned over Ezra’s face.

Ezra’s tear-filled eyes look up, meeting those burning gold pools. In that drunken, desirous gaze, he saw his own undoing reflected.

"I’ll be gentle." The prince stated. "And I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt."

"A-Are..." Ezra whispers, trying not to look away. "Are you...sure?"

The prince’s eyes widened as he stared at Ezra.

As if the night hadn’t already overwhelmed him enough, the prince suddenly lifted a hand to his mouth, his cheeks flushing red as a soft, almost incredulous smile spread across his face.

"Who would have thought the Captain of the Sunward Sentinels could be this adorable?" he said lightly.

Ezra’s eyes widened, his face heating instantly. "Y-Your Highness, please... don’t say things like that."

"I can’t make any promises," the prince replied, his tone warm. "Not when you look like this."

He moved closer, careful now. "Don’t worry, Ezra. I’ll make sure this will be a pleasant experience for you."

A hand came up to cradle Ezra’s face, thumb brushing gently along his cheek. "Now, may I?"

Ezra’s thoughts spun.

’Wasn’t he acting like an alpha just moments ago?’

Now he was gentle.

Patient.

It confused Ezra more than anything else. He had never seen this side of the prince before.

Had never expected to be treated like this.

Not that the thought ever came up.

And yet, beneath the haze of his heat, something else stirred.

Ezra swallowed and gave a slow, hesitant nod.

And as soon as the prince was given the consent he needed.

He pushed forward.

With just the tip.

And oh god.

The stretch was immense.

"Y-Your Highness! It...It...!" Ezra screamed, his hands flying up to clutch at the prince’s shoulders, his nails digging into the hard flesh.

’This is just the tip?!’

How about the rest?

’It hurts but...’

It was a pain so intertwined with pleasure he couldn’t separate them.

He was being opened, filled, and claimed in the most fundamental way by someone he did not expect.

"Fuck," the prince groaned, sinking deeper, and deeper. "Relax yourself, Ezra."

"H-How?"

"Take deep breaths. You can do this."

Ezra tried to breathe.

He really did.

But every time he drew in air, it felt like something tight and unseen was wrapped around his lungs, stopping the breath halfway, leaving him dizzy and trembling.

"In and out," the prince whispered, his voice low and steady. "Slowly. Deep breath in. Then out."

He demonstrated it, deliberately exaggerating the rhythm, as if guiding Ezra through something fragile.

Normally, Ezra would have been annoyed. Breathing was instinct. Something he had done through battles and pain and exhaustion without anyone’s help.

But right now, he wasn’t himself.

If he were, he wouldn’t be here like this.

Naked with a prince’s tip slowly penetrating inside him.

’In and out,’ Ezra told himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he followed the rhythm. ’In... and out—oh my god.’

The prince shifted slightly.

Just an inch.

The sensation rippled through Ezra’s spine, sharp and overwhelming, toeing the line between too much and something dangerously close to relief.

His breath stuttered, then steadied, as if his body were finally learning how to exist in this moment.

It hurt.

But it also didn’t.

He wasn’t sure when breathing started to work, only that the panic slowly loosened its grip.

"Are you feeling alright?" the prince asked softly, the fondness in his voice unmistakable now.

Ezra refused to open his eyes. He nodded instead, clinging to the fragile calm he’d managed to find.

"Mhm."

He felt the prince lean closer, careful and unhurried, until warm breath brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck.

The closeness alone made Ezra shiver.

"I’m going to keep going," the prince murmured, giving him time.

And a choice.

Ezra swallowed, heart pounding, fear and trust tangled tightly in his chest.

"O-Okay," he whispered.

It was silent in the room.

The only sounds were both of their breathing as the prince kept going slowly.

’It’s never ending.’ Ezra thought, a single tear falling from his eye as he felt fuller and fuller every second. ’How do people do this everyday?’

He thought sex was just easy, but it was actually very hard, in more ways than one.

His legs were shaking, his fingers as well.

After a few more minutes, and as Ezra was getting used to the feeling, his eyes shot open.

Why?

Because Ezra felt the prince’s hips meeting his curved flesh.

And the moment the prince was fully sheathed, Ezra’s body trembled. "Y-Your Highness...that...what was that...?"

There was a spike of pleasure, like the prince’s tip hit something.

A gold spot, inside him.

Ezra didn’t know if it was possible, but it felt like his eyes turned into stars by how good that felt, and as if something snapped, he opened his lips.

"I-I need more...of that...please."

"More?" The prince asks with a smirk. "Weren’t you scared just moments ago? Your little hole might not be used to it yet."

"More!" Ezra whined, he had no time to be horrified by his behavior, he knew how he was acting.

But he didn’t care.

That felt so good.

He wanted more.

He needed more.

The prince was silent for a moment.

Ezra whimpered, a sharp, needy sound torn from his throat.

’Why isn’t he saying anything?’

Why wasn’t he moving?

The torment of the stillness was worse than the stretch.

He felt the prince shift, a subtle movement of muscle against his back, and hope flared.

’It’s time. Please, just move.’

But the prince didn’t thrust.

Instead, he withdrew.

Slowly.

An agonizing, inch-by-inch retreat that left Ezra feeling hollowed out and desperate. Until only the broad, swollen tip remained, a teasing pressure at his rim.

The emptiness was a physical ache.

Ezra whined, high and pathetic. "N-no... please..."

A low, rumbling chuckle vibrated against his spine. The prince’s voice was a dark, intimate scrape in the quiet room.

"I never liked the power of being a prince," he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Ezra’s ear. "The bows, the titles... it always felt like a weight. But this?" He pressed the tip in just a fraction deeper, making Ezra shudder.

"Seeing you like this. Hearing you beg for more... It makes it harder than I ever thought possible."

Ezra’s mind was a fog of heat and want. "I... I don’t understand," he gasped, his words slurred.

The prince didn’t explain. He simply turned Ezra’s head and captured his mouth.

Kissing him.