"Sora!... Urgh!, that's enough please!"
Cassian whimpered, his voice sounding choked and breathless as if all the air was being forced out of his lungs. His body jerked violently up and down, back and forth. Making the bed thump hard and creak loudly against the wooden floor.
"Nghn!.... Sora!, ah!"
Cassian squirmed, burying his face deep into the pillow while Sora pushed into him from behind. It was endless and unyielding, so intense that it almost felt like a painful payback for some reason. And he couldn't take it anymore, his whole strength had left his bones.
"Your Highness....are–are you still with me?" Sora asked, his voice strained.
Cassian just huffed, his body going completely limp as he collapsed flat on his chest, desperate to catch his breath. And sensing the Prince's exhaustion, Sora pulled away from him, looking down with genuine concern.
"Sora, let's stop here for tonight. We have been at it for hours and I have released so many times than I can barely count," Cassian whimpered. He slowly rolled over on the bed to face the ceiling, letting his legs fall wide apart to cool his body down. "Sora, you have proven your point, so let's stop here now."
"But Your Highness—..."
Sora trailed off, pointing down at his hard, unyielding shaft. It was throbbing fiercely, pointing right at Cassian.
Cassian's eyes snapped up, wide with disbelief and he growled at Sora, feeling his anger building up.
"Damnit!, why is it up again? Are you crazy, you fucking lunatic?"
"Well...." Sora pouted, fiddling his fingers together.
"I just like the way you are resting right now. It is quite enticing," Sora replied with an innocent pout.
"So–... one more time My Lord?"
"No!, Hell no!!!"
Cassian quickly rolled back onto his chest, trying to crawl away to the edge of the bed. But Sora just chuckled, catching him easily. He effortlessly pulled Cassian back by his legs and gave his bare butt a sharp spank.
"My lord, you should behave," Sora murmured playfully and Cassian squealed trying to kick him off, but Sora's strength was beyong him.
*****
"Mhm, is that normal, Sir Swordmaster?"
Lyra peeled her eyes away from the creaking ceiling and turned to look at Lucien. Both of them sat in silence for a moment, listening to the heavy thuds vibrating from the floor directly above their heads.
"You should get used to it, and this is definitely far from over," Lucien teased, a smirk spreading across his face as he looked at the female elf. "Trust me, I have seen the worst and this situation right now is nothing compared to what they usually do."
Lyra let out a long sigh, utterly caught off guard. She never would have guessed that the Crown Prince and the Divine Elf would be so expressive and careless about keeping their intimate moments private. They were loud—definitely loud and less discreet.
'Sora Curzon..... I definitely did not expect you to be like this,' she thought to herself, shaking her head.
'I doubt you will survive the Elven forest without him the Crown Prince.'
*****