The Substitute Healer (BL)-Chapter 76: “Shit… f*ck, I’m so…”

After an extended session of foreplay and with careful hands, he parted Soren’s thighs wider while positioning himself before pressing forward in one steady, deliberate thrust. The heat and tightness that enveloped him drew a low, shuddering breath from his chest, but he forced himself to stay completely still.

Leaning close, Cael kissed him deeply and continued to touch and stroke him, ensuring the pain stayed manageable.

"Haa... hngh..." Soren gasped against Cael’s lips with trembling voice. "It hurts..."

Cael pressed another tender kiss to Soren’s forehead as gently as if Soren were truly his lover and whispered against his ear.

"I know," Cael whispered while pulling back just enough to brush his lips across Soren’s damp forehead in a kiss so tender it felt almost reverent. "Shh... just relax for me. Breathe. Let yourself open up, or it will hurt more."

Still dazed, Soren gazed directly into Cael’s eyes.

Seeing the how weak he is, Cael gently took Soren’s wrists while guiding his arms up to loop around his own neck. He leaned in closer while his lips were brushing the sensitive skin of Soren’s neck, and murmured, "I’m going to move now."

Soren’s only answer was the slightest nod and a soft, shaky breath.

Soon after, Cael slowly pulled his hips back while feeling the tight heat around him, then eased forward again. His first movements were slow and shallow, meant to give Soren time to adjust and let the discomfort fade.

Each time Cael thrusted deeper, Soren’s breathing caught and his fingers tightened in Cael’s hair. After a while, Soren’s tense legs relaxed and lifted while wrapping around Cael’s waist as if asking him to stay close.

Soren let out a soft moan when Cael shifted slightly and touched a sensitive spot inside him and the sound made Cael lose more of his restraint. He kept moving in a steady rhythm with their bodies slick with sweat, the room filled with gasp breathing and moaning sound.

"Y-Your Highness?" Soren asked with a shaking voice while still obviously not completely awake.

"Yes... It’s fine. I’ve got you," Cael murmured while kissing Soren’s neck as his thrust quickened.

"Ah... haa, hngh!" Soren buried his face against Cael’s firm shoulder while moaning softly and squeezing his eyes shut.

He felt so completely filled with his legs spread wide and every deep thrust were sending a shiver through him and making his back arch instinctively each time pleasure surged toward climax.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world, their bodies found the same rhythm while moving together with their moans rose in perfect unison.

In the midst of their sex, the feeling built quickly inside Soren, hot and overwhelming.

His head fell back against the pillow as Cael kissed and nipped at his throat, making him tremble. Cael could also feel how close Soren was by the way his body tightened and clung to him.

With one final deep thrust, they both went over the edge that made Soren cried out as his body arched, and Cael followed right after while holding him close as the release washed through them.

Still panting hard, Cael slowly pulled his cock out of Soren’s stretched, slick hole with a wet sound. He then stared down at Soren’s flushed, face and daydream for a bit as if what just happened were unbelievable.

His hand stayed wrapped around his spent dick for a second that’s still twitching before he let go as his sight past through Soren’s bottom. Thick strands of his cum were already leaking out of it and it’s even dripping down onto the sheets.

Thinking about it, in the midst of the pleasure, he accidentally lost control and cum his load deep inside without a second thought.

"Shit... fuck, I’m so..." The words tumbled out as a jolt of panic hit him.

But when he looked back up, Soren was already out cold, passed out with his mouth slightly open while breathing deep and even and totally limp and that sight shut Cael up fast so he let out a shaky breath of relief with the tension bleeding out of him.

Afterwards, he leaned in carefully while brushing his fingers over Soren’s forehead.

When Cael felt that Soren’s temperature had finally returned to normal, he let out a long breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

At least that part had worked.

Whatever they had done, it helped Soren. Still, the relief didn’t settle properly because confusion followed right after it. Cael didn’t know how things had gone this far, or why he hadn’t stopped it when he should have.

His eyes then drifted back to Soren lying limp on the bed and he lifted a hand to cover his mouth as he frowned while staring at him in silence. Soren’s body was slick with sweat, marked with red traces and bite marks while clearly showing how rough everything had been.

He looked completely worn out.

And despite all of it, Cael hated that the thought crossed his mind.

’Soren still looked beautiful like this.’

The realization made his chest tighten. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Damn it..." Cael muttered.

Thinking deeply, Cael quickly got off the bed and pulled his robe on, tying it tight as if it could protect him from the situation. Then he grabbed the blanket and covered Soren while trying to hide the sight and trying to pretend none of it had happened.

But the truth didn’t let him.

Cael knew what they had done and he knew Soren was left messy and unclean, and if he ignored it, Soren would wake up uncomfortable, maybe even feeling worse later.

With a tired sigh, Cael pulled the blanket away again that made the cool air brushed over Soren’s skin, making him stir slightly, but he didn’t wake.

"Haa... I really can’t leave you like this," Cael said quietly with frustration clear in his voice. "I’ll have to clean you up, or you’ll feel awful later."

He stood there for a moment longer while looking down at Soren with a mix of guilt and responsibility weighing on him, before turning toward the bathroom, already thinking about warm water and a cloth.

When morning came, Lyric found himself standing outside Soren’s tent with his patience already wearing thin because he had been there for a while now. Five knights were stationed there, standing firm despite the early hour and the cold air.

One look was enough for Lyric to recognize them and they were Cael’s imperial knights. That alone made his unease grow.

"Why not?" Lyric demanded with voice sharp with irritation. "Why can’t I see him?"

The knights exchanged brief glances while clearly uncomfortable but unmoving. Then, one of them stepped forward slightly and bowed his head. "My apologies, Young Master. His Highness gave strict orders last night that no one is to enter inside."

Lyric’s brows pulled together in a deep frown.

’Last night.?’

Despite the chill in the air, it felt as though cold water had been poured straight over him. His chest tightened as the meaning sank in. Slowly, he looked back at the knight while edged with disbelief.

"Do you mean..." Lyric paused, then forced the words out, "...His Highness spent the night here?"

The knights didn’t answer right away, but their silence said enough.

Lyric clenched his hands at his sides with his thoughts racing as he stared at the tent while suddenly feeling very far from whatever had happened inside.

’That can’t be right,’ Lyric thought. ’His Highness isn’t the type to look after anyone. And now they’re telling me he spent the night here? I could believe it if it were someone else but His Highness? What a ridiculous joke.’

Lyric shook his head slightly with disbelief clear on his face. He then stepped closer to the entrance of the tent with firm voice now. "Let me in. I’ll see it for myself, and I’ll take responsibility if anything happens."

However, the knights didn’t move. One of them even lowered his head again with apologetic expression but unyielding. "My apologies, Young Master. We truly can’t allow you inside."

Lyric’s jaw tightened.

He stared at them with frustration bubbling beneath the surface as his gaze flicked past them toward the closed tent along with unanswered questions weighing heavily in his chest.

Just as Lyric was about to force his way inside, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" a familiar voice snapped.

Lyric turned sharply and saw that it was Sylas so he yanked his hand back at once with anger flashing across his face. "Let go and mind your own business, brother."

But Sylas caught his wrist again and pulled him away from the tent. His grip wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle either. Just firm enough that Lyric couldn’t easily pull free. "No. We need to talk and sort this out ourselves."

"Go talk to yourself!" Lyric shot back while struggling against him. "Are you just going to scold me again? I’m so sick of it!"

Sylas stopped and faced him with frustration clear in his expression. "Lyric, we really need to talk now, or whatever happened between us is just going to drag on. I’m humbling myself here too!" he said sharply.

"I don’t care," Lyric snapped. "I don’t want to hear anything from you when I don’t even know if Soren is fine!"

Sylas clicked his tongue, rubbing his forehead in irritation. "Damn it, you’re such a headache," he muttered. Then he sighed and looked Lyric straight in the eye. "Fine. I’ll tell you. He’s okay now, alright? He’s stable. He just needs plenty of rest and Lord Rennovar told me himself."

He paused, then added dryly, "Happy now?"