Trapped in the Beastworld Breeder System (BL)-Chapter 40 - 18+ Stroke it with your hand

And it only grew increasingly confusing.

"What am I reciprocating?" Lucien asked, his voice hesitant, his brows knitting together as he searched Areis’s face for clarity.

Areis raised an eyebrow slowly, his lips curling with faint amusement as he replied, "Have you forgotten everything I told you to pay attention to? Or did you only feel pleasure with no intention of returning it?"

Lucien paused, trying to process his words. When understanding finally dawned on him, he hurriedly shook his head. "No... no... no..."

"If I’m understanding you correctly," Lucien continued, uncertain but earnest, "you mean I should do back what you did to me? Like... I should also use my lips?"

"Yes," Areis said calmly, his tone unapologetic. "You should also suck me off."

"Oh..." The realization hit Lucien harder than he expected. It had never occurred to him that what Areis had done, what he had internally labeled as something dirty and improper, would need to be returned in equal measure.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to refuse.

Even though he was a prince, even though he technically held authority, he knew he could decline his supposed mate, but he didn’t want to.

With a quiet sigh, Lucien lowered himself onto the bed and shifted forward until he was positioned between Areis’s thighs. A bright, unmistakable smile curved Areis’s lips, and there was a very specific reason for it.

He had never actually received a blowjob before. This would be his first, his very first if Lucien went through with it.

When Areis had said he had experience, he meant with the opposite gender, and always without reciprocation. His love life had been pitiful at best, something he had no interest in dwelling on now.

Just as he was lost in that thought, still marveling at how strangely his life in the Beastworld had taken a turn for the better at least sexually, he suddenly felt Lucien’s hand wrap around his length.

Areis’s cock was already hard, leaking precum just as Lucien’s had earlier. Without warning, he felt warmth, then an abrupt chill as Lucien’s teeth brushed against sensitive skin.

His mind screamed. His eyes lit up with caution.

He reacted instantly, gripping Lucien’s head and pulling him back.

"You need to watch your teeth," he said firmly.

Lucien nodded quickly, eyes wide with embarrassment.

"You should first coat it with your tongue," Areis instructed, his voice lowering, "then stroke it with your hand."

"Stroke?" Lucien repeated, clearly confused.

Areis gestured, demonstrating the motion with his hand.

Lucien followed the instructions carefully. His hand moved up and down, tentative at first, then more confident. Areis leaned back, surrendering himself to the sensation. The warmth, the pressure, the steady rhythm—it all sent pleasure spiraling through him, easing him into it until his body began responding on instinct alone.

Then the wetness returned.

Lucien leaned forward again, this time more determined. His lips enclosed Areis’s cock, easing it into his mouth. It was big just like his to fully fit, but despite the difficulty, Lucien managed. He had improved quickly. There were no teeth this time, only the tight, careful seal of his lips and the subtle suction that followed.

It felt good. Too good.

Areis rested back against the bed, surrendering completely as pleasure overwhelmed him. When his release finally came, it was intense—so powerful that his thighs trembled and his hips jerked involuntarily as the sensation tore through him.

Afterward, Areis lifted his head and looked at Lucien.

Lucien was a mess. His once-tied hair had come loose, strands falling over his flushed face. His lips were damp, and in his mouth was Areis’s release.

"It’s not mandatory if you can’t swallow it," Areis said, his voice softer now.

But to his surprise, Lucien swallowed. His throat worked slowly, deliberately. When he finished, his eyes widened slightly, almost in wonder. "It tastes... sweet, somehow."

"Is it because you’re human?" Lucien asked curiously.

Areis frowned slightly, confused. "I don’t understand. Have you tasted others before to compare humans and beasts?"

"No, no," Lucien said quickly. "I just mean... when you did mine, you didn’t seem to enjoy it much. So I thought maybe it’s because I’m a beastman."

"I see," Areis murmured.

With that, Lucien collapsed back onto the bed, exhaustion finally catching up with him. He turned toward Areis and leaned in, lips hovering before closing the distance.

Areis instinctively leaned away at first, suddenly aware of the taste still lingering in Lucien’s mouth. He wasn’t sure he was ready to taste himself.

But then he stopped hesitating.

He leaned in, and their lips met...soft at first, then deeper as the sound of their kiss echoed quietly through the room.

—

The next morning, Areis snuggled deeper into the warm, hard chest beneath his cheek, his head resting comfortably against it.

The steady rise and fall of Lucien’s breathing grounded him, even as the lingering heat of the night before still clung to their skin. When everything had finally settled, Areis had insisted they change into their shorts, leaving them shirtless but decent enough to pass for rest rather than indulgence.

He released a slow, heavy sigh as reality began to creep back in. He knew what was coming.

And almost as if summoned by that thought, a sudden commotion erupted outside the chamber.

"Your Highness, His Majesty is here!"

The voice snapped Lucien out of his sleep.

His eyes flew open, sharp and alert. He immediately turned to Areis, who was already awake, his body stiff beneath the sheets. Lucien rose from the bed at once, reaching down to grab his upper garment from the floor, but before he could pull it on, the door burst open.

Lucien spun toward it.

"Your Majesty," he said quickly, his breathing still uneven as he bowed. "What brings you here?"

Behind him, Areis remained half-hidden beneath the sheets, his face turned away, instincts screaming caution.

The Wolf King stepped into the room with deliberate authority, his sharp gaze locking onto Lucien first then shifting to the unmistakable presence of another person in the chamber.

His voice was cold, edged with anger. "So it’s true. This is the reason you failed to attend court today."

"Your Majesty," Lucien replied, bowing slightly again, "I sincerely apologize. I was slightly drunk last night and lost track of time this morning."

"Slightly drunk?" the king echoed. His eyes narrowed. "Is that also the reason you lay with a tigerbeast?"

"A tigerbeast?" Lucien repeated, genuinely confused.

He turned instinctively toward the bed where he believed Areis still lay, his thoughts spiraling.

He was a wolf last night... wasn’t he? Or is His Majesty mistaken?

Before Lucien could piece together his thoughts, the king spoke again.

"Kenzie."

Lucien’s head snapped up.

His third brother entered the room with brisk steps, bowing promptly. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"You came to me with this accusation," the king said. "Now prove whether it is true. I will decide the appropriate punishment."

"Yes, Your Majesty," Kenzie replied.

Lucien stared at him, dread pooling in his chest as Kenzie walked past him toward the bed. Fear tightened its grip on Lucien’s heart—not only because of what his father was capable of, but because of what this could mean for Areis.

’How did Kenzie know?’

’And if Areis shifts now...’

Kenzie reached the bed and lifted the blanket in one swift motion.

Revealed beneath it was Areis in his tiger form.

Areis stiffened in shock. He immediately shifted back, scrambling off the bed and bowing deeply before the king.

"Good day, Your Majesty," he said evenly.

Lucien’s mind reeled.

Confusion tangled tightly in his thoughts as realization struck—Areis truly was a tigerbeast. And yet, beneath the panic, a strange relief surfaced. The one he had been with the night before was not a stranger. It had always been Areis, but clever, secretive, and far more dangerous than he had realized.

Lucien looked briefly at his brother and knew, with a sinking certainty, that there was no stopping this now.

Before Lucien could speak, the king’s voice thundered through the chamber.

"Guards! Arrest the prisoner and throw him into the dungeon!"

Two guards entered immediately, seizing Areis by the arms and dragging him away and Areis did not bother to resist. He did not even utter a word.

Lucien spun toward his father in alarm. "Your Majesty, this is a misunderstanding! He is not—"

"He is not a tigerbeast?" the king interrupted coldly.

"I was with a wolfman last night," Lucien insisted urgently. "This is not what it appears to be. Kenzie—"

But the king had already turned away.

Lucien rushed forward, but the door slammed shut before he could reach him, sealing him inside the chamber.

The king’s voice echoed from the other side. "Guard the door. The Second Prince is to be placed under house arrest until further notice."

And then—footsteps retreating.

Lucien stood frozen, his chest tight with confusion and dread, his thoughts racing as he tried desperately to piece together everything that had just unfolded.