Part 10. Lukas POV

Lukas couldn’t stop thinking about the moon princess since their first meeting. And she spent an entire day with, that only got increasingly hard. He had a difficult time pretending fo focus on his everyday mundane tasks. Even more so after month of not seeing Talia.

Its just he was thousands of miles away from her and in an entirely different place. The Earth.

Shaking his head, he walked into the adjoining room, yet another wave of her scent surrounded him. This time it was much worse. Must be the toga he brought along with him—a reminder of her.

Lukas groaned, not being able to stop himself from inhaling the intoxicating spicy smell that was surrounding every single part of him. Including his cock. His skin was boiling, and it felt electric all thanks to her scent. He felt as if Talia was in the same room as him.

The son of Helios only given into the temptation to touch himself during his adolescence and after that, he had a string of lovers.

He hesitantly wrapped his long, thick fingers around his length, immediately causing moans to spill from his parted lips. It was better than he could imagine.

Lukas slowly pressed his thumb around his tip, which was already starting to spill precum, making his eyes turn misty and rollback.

The scent was permeating through the air -mixing with his own to create a heady blend of arousal- was becoming more and more intoxicating as the Prince began to pump his cock with more intent. He could feel beads of sweat started to form on his forehead, and his back turned damp as well.

He couldn’t help but clench his eyes shut, teeth grinding together as he established a punishing rhythm to jerk himself off. His dick was now lying against his stomach, head flushed a deep red. The Princes mind was too foggy, as he kept imagining the sweet voice of a certain Greek Goddess.

Lukas growled at the thought of pleasing the moon princess, making his head spin and his handwork faster. The Prince noticed that arms were full of goosebumps and sweat; the only sounds in the room were coming from his lips. He slowly took his free hand and used it to trail his fingertips up his stomach lightly.

"Please" The voice in his head begged again, making Lukas jerks get sloppier and sloppier. He could already feel that familiar heat coiling in his stomach and the clench in his abdomen, which made him realise he wasn't going to be able to last much longer.

He bit his lips as his thighs began to shake; he was getting very close to the edge. Behind closed lids, he pictured Talia all alone lying in his bed, wrapped in nothing. That did the trick. Lukas finally ripped his eyes open, and looked up to the white ceiling, his vision blurry with black spots dancing in front of him.

A groan slipped out of his mouth, lungs burning with each breath he took. His breaths were coming in heavy pants, and just as he was about to fall over the edge, he heard that breathy honey-sweet voice for the last time that evening.

Lukas shouted nonsense and obscenities as with one final jerk to his cock; he came in pulses all over his stomach. He clenched his eyes shut as strings of come landed all over his lower abdomen and thighs. The son of Helios weakly worked himself through his climax until the entire ordeal became too much for him and his arm.

As his muscles relaxed, heart no longer thudding like he had run a marathon, he could feel his inner frustration about the beautiful voice being gone, but Lukas was too tired to think about it too deeply.

The Prince leaned his head against the cold wall in front of him and closed his eyes, waiting for his breathing to even out. The candles lighting the room were going to burn out soon if he didn't hurry, but he couldn't muster up the strength to move just yet, so he leaned down for a moment before heaving himself out of it with a sigh.

Lukas lazily used the towel to mop up his own come on his torso, finding only traces of her scent left in the room. When he was done, he weakly strode towards the mirror in the middle of the room, his legs straining and his dick limp between his legs.

Staring back at him in the mirror to his right, a tired sigh left his lips. He tried not to dwell too long on the image of himself as he slowly picked up his clothes and started putting them on. There was a lot he should be asking himself right now, but he was too tired to care.

His eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, and his limbs were depleted of energy. He hung the big towel in desperate need of a wash now, on a peg by the door leading out into the hallway.

Some people could easily entertain him, curious even but he just wanted to be alone with his thoughts after that. That’s why Lukas stumbled towards his bed, collapsing onto his bed as soon as he found it. He immediately let his eyelids droop, and exhaustion quickly took over him. It wasn't long before his face relaxed and the tension in his muscles left, and his breaths evened out.

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The son of Helios was on the tube the very next day because its an experiment contained in a metal container with other humans. Also because he wanted to go back home. Lukas liked to watch humans, pick on their certain quirks and behaviour.

Usually, that’s something he did to distract himself from the thoughts huddling his brain, eating him up from inside.

After thirty days of walking around the Earth, the Prince was more than happy to get back to his place. On the way back, suddenly there was a stillness in the compartment when he felt a tug in the middle of the chest. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, recognising a particular brand of scent. Cruis.

His friend snapped his fingers as he passed by the and the people sharing the train car with him all looked away at once. It's a known fact that these types of spell erased their memory unless they bother to look into it. Or else they wouldn’t remember Lukas at all except as a vague blur in the corner of their eyes.

Time and space squeezed around Lukas — his friend making his way towards him. He sucked a sharp breath, fully knowing that he will have to answer hundreds of Cruis questions of all people. Long, tedious ones. Just thinking about it made him want to bolt out of the running train.

Before he could make sense of it, Lukas felt a sharp jab of pain in the back of his head. It was similar to when a pebble had hit him. The force knocked him to stagger forward, eyes screwing shut.

“What was that for?” He glared at Cruis, hovering above him, a satisfied grin on his face.

“You weren’t answering me!” Lukas friend answered indignantly, prodding at the side before he plopped down on the space. “I had an idea that this task would take you a lot of time, but we always kept in contact.”

Shame filled him as those words rang in his ears. Lukas did spend all those days moping for Talia, hoping that somehow she wouldn’t be upset. It was no one's fault other than his father. Or him for agreeing to stay off the radar and on Earth for a while.

“I apologise. There were a lot of things on my mind.”

“You mean Talia?” Cruis wriggled his brows, a smirk playing on his lips. It was unsettling. Usually Lukas the one who teased him about his infatuation with a Muse. Tables have drastically turned it seems.

Lukas sighed. “I don’t know what I am going to tell her.”

“The truth” His friend shrugged.

“I highly doubt she would want to meet me after what I did.”

Cruis took a deep breath. “I know which is why I sent an apology letter from your side and asked her to meet you at that stone temple.”

A low whistle slipped out of his lips as soon as those words sank in. Lukas couldn’t believe it. His eyes crinkled around the corners, and a peal of laughter bubbled out of him, “I don’t know what to say!”

His friend smiled warmly, waving his hand around. There was no doubt that Cruis understood the importance of Talia. Of course, he did. She’s the only one to have to wander around the impressive garden on the Palace and treated with utmost care and respect. It was evident from the way he made arrangement for that from the moment he saw the moon princess at the party. That was a bit worrisome but also adorable. Atleast that’s what Lukas would like to believe.

“A simple thank you will do.”

“Thank you!”

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