Trapped in the Beastworld Breeder System (BL)-Chapter 39 - 18+ You were a virgin ?

"Still..."

Lucien started to speak, then stopped. For a moment, he genuinely thought his ears had betrayed him—that he had misheard, imagined words that were never spoken. But as the silence stretched and Aries’ gaze remained steady, realization dawned on him. He hadn’t misheard anything.

Aries had enjoyed the kiss.

Just as much as he had.

Perhaps even more.

A slow, almost incredulous smile curved across Lucien’s lips. He reached out at last, his fingers brushing against Aries’ hand before fully closing around it, warm and deliberate, as though grounding himself in the reality of the moment.

"Are you being sincere," Lucien asked quietly, studying his face, "or are you saying this because you don’t want to get on a prince’s bad side?"

Aries didn’t pull away. Instead, he met Lucien’s gaze head-on.

"I know people do that to you often," he replied calmly. "They flatter you, agree with you, pretend for safety. But trust me, I’m not trying to placate you. I’m telling the truth."

His voice dipped slightly. "And honestly... the kiss made me reconsider the idea of just sleeping beside you on the bed."

The air between them shifted instantly.

The cool night breeze slipping in through the open window was no longer enough to temper the heat blooming in the room. Each word he spoke seemed to stoke it further, until the space around them felt thick, charged, almost suffocating.

This time, Aries moved first.

He stepped closer, deliberately slow, taking the lead without asking permission. His fingers slid into Lucien’s hand, threading through his knuckles in an unhurried, almost teasing motion.

"Though I wouldn’t want to do anything penetrative," Aries murmured, his voice low and controlled, "I do know something else. Something that can burn off that hunger in you enough to calm it for the night."

Lucien swallowed hard.

Aries’ breath fanned against his skin, warm and intimate, and Lucien’s eyes dropped instinctively to where Aries’ hand drifted. When those fingers finally closed around him, even lightly, he sucked in a sharp breath as another jolt of pleasure surged through his body.

Steadying himself, Lucien forced out, "And what is it?"

He barely finished the sentence before Aries pushed him.

Lucien fell backward onto the bed, landing against the soft mattress with a startled exhale. His gaze never left Aries, anticipation burning bright as he waited to see what he would do next.

Aries’ trousers were already gone. Whatever lingering shyness he had felt earlier was gone with them. He stood there without flinching, having already convinced himself that there was no point in modesty now—not when he wouldn’t be needing them again tonight.

He approached the bed slowly, deliberately, and Lucien’s eyes traced every inch of his lean lower build. The fire coiled inside Lucien only intensified with each measured step Aries took toward him.

When Aries reached the edge of the bed, he bent down, leveling his gaze with Lucien’s.

"Sit up," he commanded.

The tone left no room for hesitation. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Lucien obeyed immediately, straightening without question. Aries placed his hands on Lucien’s knees, steady and firm, holding him in place as he knelt before him.

Then, slowly, deliberately, he spread Lucien’s legs apart.

Lucien let him.

Confusion and anxiety churned in his chest, but he stayed still, instinct telling him that patience would bring clarity. Whatever Aries intended, he would reveal it soon enough.

Aries’ hands slid to Lucien’s trousers. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and dragged it down, and Lucien’s breath hitched despite himself. Curiosity flickered across his face, followed by a faint, anticipatory smile when Aries glanced up at him.

They were both eager now—Lucien to understand, Aries to show.

When the final layer of clothing was removed and flung carelessly across the room, Lucien stiffened in surprise. The effects of the aphrodisiac and his arousal were undeniable, and Aries’ eyes widened briefly at the sight before him.

He was relieved, deeply relieved that he hadn’t allowed Lucien anywhere near him earlier. He wasn’t certain he would have survived that.

Precum glistened, and Aries wrapped his hand around him slowly, carefully, feeling the warmth and the weight. The sensation was foreign, almost surreal, and Lucien watched him as though witnessing something out of a dream.

Aries lifted his head slightly, meeting Lucien’s gaze before beginning.

"Whatever you feel tonight," he said evenly, "no matter how intense it gets, remember it. Remember what brings you that pleasure because one day, you’ll return the favor."

Lucien didn’t get the chance to respond.

Aries’ tongue—warm, soft, and very real met him without warning.

The sensation struck Lucien like lightning.

It was overwhelming, foreign, and far too much all at once. Instinct took over, and he pushed Aries away sharply.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, breath uneven. "You don’t get to wash me. You’re not a servant, and servants wouldn’t even do this."

Aries looked up at him, irritation flashing briefly in his eyes.

Without a word, he leaned back in.

This time, there was no hesitation—no gentleness. His mouth worked with deliberate intent, heat and wetness replacing Lucien’s ability to think. The shock of it erased Lucien’s protests entirely, pleasure tearing through him before he could gather another coherent thought.

This time it was harder—wetter, hotter, and the moment it happened, Lucien’s senses scattered completely.

The sensation was foreign, overwhelming, and it worked its way straight into his head, clouding his thoughts before he could even begin to process them. He didn’t have the time or the ability to question whether what Aries was doing was right or wrong. His mind simply couldn’t keep up.

Seeing the effect he was having, Aries continued without hesitation, as though perfecting a piece of art.

He moved with practiced intent, skillfully wrapping his tongue around the length before him, wetting and coating it thoroughly with slow, deliberate strokes. When he felt it was enough, he opened his mouth wider, guiding himself closer.

He tried briefly to take it all in, only to realize it wasn’t possible. Adjusting quickly, he took in what he could, sealing his lips firmly around it and making sure no teeth were involved before tightening his mouth just enough.

The pleasure struck Lucien like a violent storm.

The pressure, the warmth, the way Aries’ mouth worked—it was far too much. Something deep inside him responded instinctively, something raw and uncontrollable. His breath broke apart in uneven gasps as his body reacted before his mind could catch up.

Aries’ hand rested against Lucien’s thigh as he moved, guiding the rhythm as he bobbed his head slowly, then faster, drawing reactions from Lucien that he didn’t even realize he was making. At first, Lucien simply absorbed the pleasure, overwhelmed and stunned, but as it intensified, his hands moved on their own.

They slid into Aries’ foreign hair, gripping gently at first, then firmer, unconsciously guiding the motion as his control slipped away.

Sweat beaded across Aries’ forehead when he heard Lucien’s voice, strained and breathless.

"I—I feel like something is coming," Lucien admitted hoarsely.

Aries’ lips curved into a small, knowing smile. He responded by drawing out a long, deep pull, and the reaction was immediate.

A sudden warmth filled Aries’ mouth as Lucien gasped sharply, his body tensing as release overtook him. Some spilled messily, the rest Aries swallowed before pulling back.

He grimaced slightly afterward, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"Ugh... why do those people in those shows make it look appealing?" he muttered under his breath. "It’s really not."

Only then did he properly look at Lucien.

Lucien was thoroughly undone—panting, flushed, one hand pressed to his forehead as he tried to steady himself, his chest rising and falling unevenly as the remnants of pleasure lingered.

Aries stood, then lowered himself onto the bed beside him.

"So," he asked quietly, voice steady despite everything, "how did it feel?"

Lucien opened his eyes at the sound of Aries’ voice so close to his ear. A dazed, almost boyish smile spread across his face.

"I feel... really good," he admitted softly.

Still catching his breath, he added, "How did you know that doing this would help release the aphrodisiac’s effects?"

"It’s not only for that," Aries replied calmly. "It’s just a sexual act on its own. People do it often."

He added quietly, almost as an afterthought, "Well... not really in this world."

"I see," Lucien murmured, his breathing still uneven. His gaze drifted downward, curiosity flickering across his features. "So... that liquid, this is what people release after sex? And this is what pleasure feels like?"

Aries paused, then turned fully toward him, studying his face.

"You were a virgin?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

Lucien scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. "Ah... yes. Aren’t you?"

Aries shrugged slightly. "I’m not sure. I’ve had encounters before though nothing penetrative, with either a man or a woman."

"Huh?" Lucien blinked, confusion knitting his brows as that explanation only raised more questions in his mind.

Before he could ask any of them, Aries spoke again.

"Now that I’ve done my part," he said evenly, meeting Lucien’s gaze, "it’s your turn to reciprocate."