A black flower bloomed in the middle of the beast’s nest. The flower held the most brilliant jewel in the world, which cannot be destroyed by a master swordsman or a powerful magician, nor can it be purified by a High Priest’s prayer.

The jewel was called ‘Despair’.

It was even more frightening because it was so, so beautiful.

And the only way to destroy it was so difficult that even despair itself would creep into anyone who attempts to.

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A dress of pure white decorated with layers upon layers of lace and pearls was wrinkled in an unrecognizable mess. Seira’s eyes widened at the sound of the pristine dress being ripped without mercy.

“My dress!” she yelped.

Biting her dainty nose playfully, Calrad whispered with affection, “You don’t have to worry about it.”

Under his neatly brushed dark blue hair, Calrad’s sapphire eyes were burning. Seira noticed her lips were swollen, and she couldn’t resist and pressed them back together.

He constantly sucked and licked, and Seira repeatedly lost her chance to breathe. And then, Calrad shoved his tongue in between her slightly parted lips for a kiss.

“Yes…” he murmured.

Calrad didn’t take his lips off while he held her softly on the bed. She was still a bit clumsy, barely able to stick her tongue out while he ravaged through her mouth. It made her even more anxious.

But then again, Seira was so distracted with every kiss more intense than the last, that she didn’t even notice the hem of her dress slowly being pulled up.

He slipped his hand inside her thigh, not missing a beat as her knees buckled with the sensation of his touch. Reaching a bit further, Calrad’s hand discovered Seira’s already soaking wet underwear.

“Ca-Calrad!” Seira trembled as she called out his name.

Surprised, Seira pushed him away.

Although it was entirely different than the usual, it was not the first time he had kissed her at all. But it was the first that Calrad had been so bold to reach under her skirt and touch the top of her underwear. He was rubbing places that Seira wouldn’t even think of touching except when she washed herself.

“I can’t stand it anymore,” Calrad groaned in her ear, “Seira, allow me to pleasure you in ways you haven’t been pleasured.”

It was a contrasting moment. He didn’t stop asking for permission even as he continued touching her. He kissed the corners of her mouth, grazing at her slightly parted lips and lining them with his wet and sensuous kisses.

“Ah…!” she gasped.

Seira grabbed the front of his dress shirt as a strange feeling swirled inside of her.

“I’ve been engaged to you for eight years already,” Calrad said, his voice impatient but still trying his best to wait for her permission like a gentleman.

He was not lying when he said his patience was wearing thin. If Seira had manifested as an Omega early on as everyone expected, she would have had no choice but to spread her legs wet with the Alpha’s pouring pheromones.

Calrad’s current state was no less than the rut phase in which hits the Alpha periodically. He was so aroused that it could not compare to Seira, whose underwear was only slightly wet despite his explicit caress. Inside his bulging pants, a tiny stream of liquid clearly flowed.

“Say yes, Seira?” he asked her again.

Calrad seduced her by disguising his inner ferocity with the magnificent appearance of a pure-blooded Alpha.

“But…” Seira hesitated, her eyes turning away as she murmured, “I haven’t even manifested it yet.”

“Why does it bother you? It’s only just a matter of time anyway,” he tried to console her.

There were several families that have strictly kept their lineage pure since ancient times.

In other words, the Viseltium imperial family, the current owner of the Hesrad Empire, and the three dukes who served as its pillars – Askan, Jeff, and Franto – have maintained their pure blood. Thanks to this, there had never been a child who couldn’t manifest, and at the same time, overwhelming power blossomed, becoming an object of reverence for the families.

Seira, who was a direct descendant of Askan, should also have already manifested. The purer the bloodline, the earlier the manifestation is, as it had become normal for power to bloom as early as the age of five or six at the very least.

However, Seira was worried as time went by that her powers did not bloom. It might not be possible if her betrothed was any ordinary person, because he was Calrad, the Crown Prince of the empire.

Recognizing her expression had darkened, Calrad smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t manifest yourself as an Omega. You are my one and only, and I am the same to you. We’ll be married soon, Seira.”

His continued pleas were irresistible. After hesitating for so long, Seira finally nodded.

In fact, Seira thought the same as well. The two of them grew up in the imperial palace, and as long as she could remember, Calrad had always been her fiance. Just as what he said, it was only a matter of time. Seira couldn’t possibly imagine that the person she would **** **** to would be entirely someone else.

“I have thought about it,” she murmured meekly.

Calrad, who did not miss her shy nod, beamed and rubbed his cheek against her neck. Drowning plenty of his own pheromone, he grabbed her already messed up dress and ripped them entirely off of her. The tightly sewn layers of fabric tore like a piece of paper with the grip of a pure blood Alpha.

After removing her underwear, Seira’s body was finally exposed to him in all its tempting glory.

“Oh!” she inhaled sharply with embarrassment.

Surprised, Seira scrambled to cover her breasts and pubic hair, but with her small hands it did not do much.

“You’re so mean!” she cried as her ***** body was exposed to her fiance. But he couldn’t care less about her resentful eyes.

“I’m not the one who’s being mean, Seira,” Calrad moaned.

Platinum hair which was tangled over her translucent skin shimmered softly even in a room where the sun did not shine. Her small face and dainty features were so lovely. Her ***** body, drawn in elegant curves, was beautiful as if God himself painstakingly carved them with his own hands.

Calrad squinted, and he murmured as his eyes twinkled with delight, “Pretty… Much more than I imagined.”

“Th-that’s….” she stuttered.

Seira’s cheeks, which were already ripe as a tomato, rose to a more luscious color.

Unlike her who was yet to manifest so far, Calrad had developed relatively earlier. He had to experience and go through the rut phase as an Alpha early on, causing him feverish episodes on end.

It was his lovely fiancee’s face that filled his head every time he m@sturbated as he got stuck in bed for days under medication. He felt guilty every time he ej@culated, but he had no choice but to get through the pain for a while.

The moment Calrad imagined countless times turned him ecstatic as it came to reality. He couldn’t even breathe when he pushed his finger in to find a slippery opening wet with shiny water. He was so craving for that narrow, hot hole that he couldn’t even swallow his own saliva.

“Ugh…” Seira groaned.

Her nose scrunched and her eyebrows met in the middle as she frowned at the unfamiliar and slightly painful feeling that his finger brought inside her.

“It’s all right. You’ll get used to it soon,” Calrad cooed in her ears.

It was wrong for the Crown Prince to say something that he wasn’t sure of, but all he wanted was to soothe her. He pulled his finger out about an inch, and then pushed it deeper the second time around. It was just a finger, but the fact that he had something inside her gave him extreme pleasure.

“Haaaa, Seira…” he moaned with an intense hunger rising from inside him.

His lips ventured away as he licked the nape of her neck and earlobes. Calrad traveled downwards on his merry way. He rolled his tongue around Seira’s aroused n!pples, sucking them in turn, all the while pushing and pulling his finger inside her faster.

“Oh, oh….” she gasped.

As slippery liquid spilled from inside her, Calrad added another finger and extended them into a V. Seira’s b*tt twitched and bounced as he traced her inner walls to widen the narrow entrance of her womanhood.

“It’s weird if you do more of that, Calrad,” Seira whimpered.

Calrad lifted his eyes to check her face full of tears, and rubbed her quim a little harder. It was not enough to accept an Alpha’s geni*alia when she hadn’t manifested as an Omega. It had to be wetter and looser.

As he added another finger to three, Seira began to tingle. She twisted her body and shook her head at the tight feeling.

“Oh, no…” she panted.

Calrad pulled out his fingers as he pinned her down with his body. She was struggling too much with the pleasures of s*x. Then all at once, he pushed his gen!tals into her entrance.

“Oh…!” she cried out in shock.

The tip of his shaft was inserted only about a finger, but her body already stiffened with pain.

“It hurts…” Seira complained, a tear rolling down her flushed cheek.

Calrad bit his lips and caressed her bent back.

“Just a little bit. Just a little bit more, Seira…” he begged her, calling her name as if it was a prayer.

He slowly plunged himself in as Seira opened herself more to him.

“You can pinch or scratch, Seira,” he told her, his voice grunting with wanton desires.

He grabbed her hand, which was previously clutching the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. Calrad pulled them towards him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, clasping them to his nape for support.

“Yes…” the Alpha groaned in extreme pleasure.

Calrad’s overwhelming pheromones covered her body. Even though she hadn’t manifested yet, Seira being a pure blood, began to gradually respond to the pheromones he poured out.

His cheeks were especially redder now that he was excited. Although it was weak for a pure-blooded Omega pheromone, the scent that used to be subtle turned incredibly sweet at the moment.

Calrad, who lost all his senses in the exhilarating moment, shoved his arousal down to the very root.

“Ugh…!” he grunted as he reached the deepest part of Seira’s womanhood.

At the same time, Seira’s lips parted as pain and pleasure flooded her entire body and brain.

Calrad tilted his head and was bewitched by how she kept on flinching. The ecstasy of the moment that he had hoped and dreamed of had finally turned into reality. It was an intense feeling, the way her flesh clung to his length tightly as if holding him still.

After waiting a few seconds for her trembling body to calm down, Calrad slowly began to move. One arm tightly entwined her slender waist, and Seira pulled herself back, then dug in hard enough to make a sound.

“Huh….” she moaned in pleasure, her brows forming a taut bridge in the middle.

Calrad’s lips traveled everywhere he could kiss and taste her soft skin. He avoided conspicuous places, but Calrad stubbornly sucked and left traces on her skin, like pinning a map of the places he had traveled to.

“How do you feel?” he whispered as he watched her eyes turn watery.

“I’m really, haaaa…” she moaned with each ******, “It’s… it’s so good! It’s great!”

“Yes…” he huffed in satisfaction.

Stimulated by her moans of pleasure, his waist became faster and faster, thrusting his girth in its entirety. He couldn’t even afford the time to check in on her, but he locked her underneath him, and she responded as she moved her body as if she was being driven into him. Her bre@sts pressed against his chest were soft, and the tightening and pulsating feeling inside her was hot; it felt like he was melting.

“Ah, hngh, hngh, hmm…!” came Seira’s cries of intense pleasure.

As his wild movements made her scream out loud, Seira hurriedly shut her mouth. In the powder room connected to her bedroom, there were maids who were helping with the decoration and Calrad’s attendant knights. With only one measly door dividing them, they would surely hear her wanton screams if it got any louder.

But Calrad did not let it go. He grabbed her by the wrist and removed her hand which covered her mouth. She couldn’t even move as he pressed down on her hand firmly.

“You need to hear your own voice, Seira,” he grinned impishly.

“W-W-Who… who, what, listen to?!” Seira stuttered, her already flushed face turning a deeper hue of red. She rolled her lips inward as she continued to try and hold herself back from crying louder.

“It’s not you and me who should be careful, Seira,” Calrad said, looking down at her cunningly. His voice was arrogant, contrary to his eyes blazing with playfulness.

“It’s their job to close their eyes, close their ears, and close their mouths,” he quickly added.

Calrad wasn’t someone or anyone would even think of opposing. Aside from his future wife, he wasn’t the type to be affectionate and kind. He doesn’t mind what others think of him – he would do whatever he wanted no matter who was there in his presence.

He was born and raised as the Crown Prince in the first place. The only person Calrad feared was his own father, the Emperor himself.

“Make more noise,” he commanded her, “You are my future wife, the future Queen of Viseltium – own your voice, Seira.

She nervously licked her lips, and then replied, “If that is what will make you happy, Calrad.”

Calrad smirked and continued to kiss her with intense passion. In the heat of the moment, Seira’s saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth as Calrad’s kisses hindered her from even swallowing. She moaned with every ****** of his manhood inside her.

The bedsheets were a messy mixture of their body fluids, overflowing with each passionate grinding of bodies molded into one. Calrad couldn’t even care less as his thrusts sometimes made squishy and bubbly noises as his balls rubbed on Seira’s quim.

It was a raw and lustful sex.

Even Seira’s wildest dreams wouldn’t compare. She didn’t even know what to expect, as the pure-blooded Alpha bit her neck. He was oozing with possessiveness, and Calrad wanted to own her – devour her even.

Nothing should be left unclaimed.

“Oh my!” Seira sharply inhaled.

At some point during their sex, Seira couldn’t help but exclaim as she was filled with pleasure she could not contain. Calrad’s thrusts came in such a hasty manner. Seira struggled and couldn’t keep up with his sexual hunger that she even had to cling tight to him.

“It’s so – ha! So fast… Calrad!” Seira whimpered.

No matter how much she scratched, hit, or pinched him, Seira’s efforts were in vain. Calrad pushed on even when she bit in desperation the tongue he pushed inside her mouth.

Rather than feel the pain, Calrad exhaled warm breaths while he pushed himself deeper, feeling more aroused at the tightness and warmth he felt.

Eventually the speed and intensity reached its peak. The pleasures that had accumulated from all those stimulating grinding of bodies devoured Seira.

“Ahhh…!” she cried out in pleasure.

Seira’s vision turned white. She was extremely overwhelmed with all the sensations running up and down her body that she couldn’t even control the shaking of her fingers. The shock of the ****** which she had only known previously from reading, turned her mind hazy.

As soon as her body was about to drop like it was about to fall asleep, Seira’s eyes widened with the unusual sensation she felt deep inside her.

“Wha-?” she gasped as her head whipped down to take a curious look.

Calrad arched his body, and Seira could see where his erection met her entrance. She could feel the base of his shaft swell inside her, tightening and locking himself in place.

“Cal… Calraaad!” Seira sobbed.

“Shhh… it’s okay, Seira. It won’t hurt you,” he tried to soothe her as he gently reached to wipe the tears dripping down her face, “knotting is only natural for me to make sure my seeds are securely sown inside you.”

Usually, the act of knotting was only possible between and imprinted Alpha and Omega, but nothing was impossible for Calrad. His blood was purer than any pure blooded family in the empire. Even if Seira had not manifested, they were in a state no different than that of a beta.

“Oh…! Stop it,” she pleaded. “No… no.”

But her pleas went through deaf ears. To be precise, it wasn’t because Calrad didn’t want to listen to her, it was just that knotting could not be helped – it always had to happen.

“Seira, this is not good for either of us,” he said with concern. Calrad held her body in a tight embrace as he whispered softly in her ears, “If you would only stay still and stop struggling, then it will all be over soon enough.”

The amount of ejaculation fluid that spread out for the first time was loaded. Seira could feel the tip of his erection twitch as it shot its seeds one after another inside her. He even pushed and pushed further inward.

Calrad suddenly bit his lower lip, possessed by a ferocious lust to dominate her as he filled her womb with his seeds to the point that it almost spilled back out of her.

“Open your mouth, Seira,” he told her as he brought his mouth closer.

She did as she was told, and then Seira noted a strong metallic taste as blood dripped from his lips and spread inside her mouth. It was said that Viseltium’s blood was far superior to any known medicine. The ability to regenerate in a short span of days even with a whole arm cut off was only a fraction of the immediate imperial family’s power.

There was a symbolic reason with Calrad letting her taste his precious blood.

“On the day you manifest, Seira, we imprint,” he said.

The imprinting ceremony confirmed an Alpha and Omega as each other’s companions for life. Part of the process was shown by Calrad. Of course, Seira, who was yet to manifest, can only play the part of healing. But his willingness alone was enough to take her aback.

“Calrad…” she whispered in awe.

This time around, Seira’s eyes were filled with emotions far different than before.

Calrad kissed her again. But unlike his previous kisses, which were so rough as if he was devouring her whole, this time they were soft and sweet.