Priceless Slave (BL) Chapter 60: Don’t Come Tomorrow!

Everyone stared in disbelief. Even Rhanda, who had been watching for over three hours, couldn’t speak. After all, the dicine and potions they had used were far better than the ones used by Ibran.

But the king had indeed awakened from his long slumber.

Sylas quickly approached his father. "Father, can you hear ?" he asked, grabbing Adrien’s hand.

His father’s nails were still blue, but his hand moved weakly and responded to his grip.

"Father..." Sylas called again when Adrien still couldn’t answer.

"Give him ti, Your Highness," Ibran said.

Half an hour later, Adrien looked at Sylas.

"I had a long nightmare. I thought I’d never see you again, my son."

Adrien forced himself to sit up. Sylas helped him.

Everyone was relieved. News of the king’s condition spread quickly throughout the palace. It woke the guards and servants who had been asleep. The atmosphere turned lively as everyone waited for what would happen next.

Sylas was relieved his father still rembered him. Although pale, Adrien’s smile made Sylas feel incredibly at ease. He had been too afraid to imagine losing him.

"How do you feel right now?" asked Sylas.

Adrien looked down, staring at the blanket over his legs. He moved his hands.

Sylas grew worried when his father showed a panicked expression.

"I can’t feel my legs," Adrien said, trying to stay calm. He touched his legs, checking to make sure they were still there.

They were still intact, but he couldn’t feel them, let alone move them.

Sylas looked at Ibran. "What’s happening?"

Ibran looked calm, like he had expected this. "The poison His Majesty consud damages the internal organs. It was already too late when it was finally neutralized. And while His Majesty was unconscious, so parts of his body stopped healing properly. If we had been any later, his entire body might have not functioned."

Sylas held his breath. So did Adrien.

"You an I’ll be paralyzed?" Adrien asked, unprepared for Ibran’s answer.

Ibran looked at him with regret. "I’m sorry."

Adrien took a deep breath.

"I told you, Your Highness. It wasn’t a good idea to call a doctor from outside the palace," said Doctor Rhanda.

Sylas turned to Rhanda. "And wait for you, until my father’s body couldn’t function anymore? Shouldn’t I be holding you responsible for being so slow?" he replied angrily.

Rhanda fell silent, feeling cornered.

Sylas looked at his father. "Don’t worry, Father. We’ll find a way to get your legs working again."

Adrien seed ntally strong enough to accept it. "Not everything goes as planned. I should be grateful I still get to see you. I want to talk to you."

Sylas looked worried. "You should rest, Father. We’ll talk again tomorrow," said Sylas.

But Adrien insisted. He asked everyone to leave, even Gilbert.

But before the king’s personal guard walked out, Adrien said to him, "Bring Elias, Gilbert."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

***

anwhile, Ibran waited in the palace hall, bored. He still had a lot of work to do, but Vlad was nowhere to be found. He was worried the vampire had left him.

Of course not.

Vlad was comfortable in the palace. If he could, he’d probably move his manor there for Alvaro’s sake.

"Ahhh!!" A muffled groan filled the room. Alvaro held his breath. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning at Vlad’s touch. His body reacted on its own, even though he resisted.

He was naked on the bed, while Vlad held him close, his fingers stroking Alvaro’s manhood with soft, precise movents. His eyes watched every change in Alvaro’s face, then he smiled when the man closed his eyes, breathing unevenly.

Sotis he stopped touching him, making Alvaro glare at him in frustration. It only made him more desperate.

"Don’t play ," Alvaro said softly, his voice shaky from the overwhelming desire. His body trembled as Vlad touched him again, making him moan. His hands clutched the blanket tightly.

Vlad smiled. "You seem to like it," he said. Then he stopped again, making Alvaro open his eyes.

Alvaro stared at him, not caring about anything else. He just needed release. "Please..."

"Please what, Sweety?"

Alvaro hated that call. But he hated being teased even more. Why didn’t the man just fuck him already? He had lost control. Why had he let himself fall into this trap?

"Please finish it. Don’t tease like this," he said softly, almost moaning. His face turned red with embarrassnt. His voice trembled, and he kept swallowing.

Vlad chuckled. "Alright, if that’s what you want."

He picked sothing up from the table, sothing he had already prepared. A lubricant.

"What’s that?" Alvaro asked suspiciously. He just wanted to orgasm, but now the man was pulling out sothing strange.

"So you won’t scream in pain," Vlad said, spreading the cold green gel around Alvaro’s asshole.

"Ugh!" Alvaro was startled by the vampire’s quick movent. He held his breath as Vlad gently rubbed his entrance.

"Relax," Vlad whispered.

Alvaro swallowed hard as Vlad crawled on top of him, breathing heavily. He held his breath as the man kissed his neck and softly caressed his chest.

He groaned as Vlad entered him. Unlike before, this ti it was smooth and gentle, without the unbearable pain from last ti.

"Ahhh!" he moaned as the man moved inside him slowly.

Vlad smiled slyly and covered Alvaro’s half-open lips. He was surprised when the man actually kissed him back.

Their moans filled the room until both reached their climax.

Alvaro gasped for breath. Vlad just smiled. He hadn’t run out of energy, but seeing how tired Alvaro was, he simply wrapped his arms around him.

"Want more?" Vlad asked.

Alvaro was still catching his breath, trying to calm his heartbeat. "No."

Vlad chuckled. "Why not?"

Alvaro pushed Vlad’s hands away and moved back. He felt like his senses were finally returning. He hated what had just happened.

He... had begged the man to fuck him?

SHIT! he thought, face burning. If there was sothing to hide his face right now, he would have used it.

"Co here, sweety," Vlad said, patting the spot on the bed where Alvaro had been lying.

Alvaro turned and glared. "Don’t call that. It’s so silly."

"Then what should I call you? Honey?"

Alvaro scowled. "No! Just Alvaro."

Vlad laughed, stood up, and ran his fingers through his long hair.

Alvaro couldn’t help admiring his body. That broad chest, those strong muscles. His face turned red again, rembering how that body had just held him, given him so much pleasure.

Alvaro shook his head. When did his mind beco so dirty? He felt tainted by Vlad.

"Don’t co here tomorrow night," Alvaro said while putting his clothes on.

Vlad sat on the edge of the bed. "Why not?"

Alvaro glanced at Vlad’s naked body. "Can you put your clothes on?" he whispered.

"Why? Don’t you like it?"

"In your dreams," he replied. Then he continued. "Anyway, don’t co tomorrow."

He was going to face military punishnt from Huron tomorrow, and he’d probably get a lot of lashes. He didn’t want that man to see his wounded body.

"Why?" Vlad asked again.

"And why do you even co every day? You’re just exhausting ," Alvaro replied.

"I can’t stop."

Alvaro stared at him. "Why do you always force your will on ?"

"Hm? I won’t sleep with you if that’s what you want. But I’ll still co."

"No. You can’t."

"I’ll still co."

"Oh, co on!"

"Besides, I never really forced you. You enjoy my touch, don’t you? You always end up moaning and groaning."

Alvaro’s face turned bright red. "Stop."

"We can try sothing new if you’re bored."

"Stop it."

Vlad laughed. "Alright, sweety."

"Don’t co tomorrow!" Alvaro warned again.