Just as Vikra and Cassian were halfway through undressing, totally immersed in the friction of their bodies. The door slammed open with a heavy bang and Thoris barged inside, his chest heaving and his breath hitching as his eyes landed on the pair tangled up across him.
"Brother... what are you doing?" Thoris demanded, his jaw tight as he pointed at Cassian underneath him.
Vikra paused, looking up calmly and let a dragged sigh escape him for a moment.
"Thoris?, can't you see what I am doing, what brings you here?"
"I heard you disappeared to take Cassian to his room," Thoris rasped, trying to hide his impatience.
"The Edrath Emperor was asking for you. You need to return to the hall."
"Is that so?" Vikra let out a quiet sigh and began pulling away from the bed.
But Cassian, completely consumed by the burning heat in his blood, he frantically lunged forward, his weak hands reaching out to grab Vikra's tunic to keep him from leaving.
"Don't go...my father can wait for a few more minutes."
Vikra smoothly adjusted his clothes and stepped back out of reach.
"Sorry, Cassian. I got to go," He murmured disappointedly as he turned back to Thoris, his tone shifting into something strictly formal.
"Right. Today is an important day. We can't afford to be out of sight for too long, so let's go, Thoris."
"You go on ahead, brother and I will be right behind you."
Thoris said smoothly, standing his ground but Vikra narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Thoris..."
"The Silver Knight, Lucien, told me to wait for him here while he went to get some water for Cassian," Thoris lied effortlessly.
"He said he didn't want anyone untrustworthy near the unwell Crown Prince."
"Unwell you say?"
Vikra looked at his brother, utterly unconvinced, and then he glanced over at Cassian, who was slumped on the bed furs, groaning softly as he clutched his stomach.
"Don't do anything stupid on your wedding day,"
Vikra warned sharply.
"And I will send Buja to fetch you if you take too long."
"Yes, brother," Thoris replied with a mocking, dismissive bow.
The moment the door closed behind Vikra, the noble facade completely dropped as Thoris's smug, triumphant grin snapped right back into place as he turned toward the bed.
"Whew that was close,"
Thoris chuckled, stepping closer.
"Cassian, you were supposed to spend the night with me, not my brother."
He reached out a hand, but Cassian slapped it away weakly, his eyes glowing with helpless fury....no, it was more like terror.
"No... not you! Leave!"
"Oh? You're still clear-minded?" Thoris mocked, crossing his arms.
"Well that hurts my feelings. Do you truly choose my brother over me?"
"Thoris... go away, or I'll kill you," Cassian panted, his chest heaving violently and he pointed a trembling finger at him. But Thoris only laughed.
"Go on, I would like to see you try,"
He stepped up to the edge of the mattress, unfastening the heavy leather belt from his trousers with practiced ease, his eyes wide with dark anticipation as he looked down at Cassian.
"Let's finally tie the knot, shall we?"
Thoris leaped onto the bed, gripping Cassian's waist and tearing his pants off him in one swift, violent pull. With Cassian struggling underneath him to fight him off.
But before he could go any further, a smooth, icy voice cut through the quiet room from the direction of the balcony doors.
"Thoris... you are like a starved animal. Have you no shame?"
Thoris froze instantly, snapping his head toward the balcony.
"You!... What are you doing here?"
Lucien stood near the draped curtains, his arms folded. Just then he casually stepped into the dim candlelight and sneered at Thoris shaking his head.
"I should be the one actually asking you that. What is a man getting married today doing in his brother-in-law's bedchamber on his wedding night?, You've even stripped him off, too... What an absolute pervert that you are Thoris."
Thoris growled glaring up at him suddenly annoyed.
"You shouldn't be here right now you damn thing, so leave!"
Thoris snarled, his face twisting in anger as he glared at Lucien. But Lucien on the other hand only remained calm and chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders as he smirked at Thoris.
"You are the one who shouldn't be here barbarian, not the other way around."
"After all, how can your wedding ceremony proceed without you as the groom? Are you seriously cheating on your brides with their younger brother on your first night as a married man?"
Lucien countered, his eyes devoid of any warmth and Thoris gritted his teeth, his fists clenched.
"Lucien, I won't let you ruin this opportunity for me! I know that you have always lusted for him from the shadows!, but do you think I'll just give this up for you?!"
"Even so Thoris, I still won't let you take advantage of His Highness while he is like that,"
Lucien replied, taking a slow, deliberate step toward the bed.
"And as his knight, I have every right to stay by his side and protect him."
Thoris gnawed at his teeth, infuriated. He knew very well that this was his last chance—once the aphrodisiac wore off, an opportunity like this would never present itself ever again. And if he left Lucien alone now, Lucien would definitely take the chance and be the one to lay claim and impregnate Cassian. He cannot allow that to happen.
"Thoris... get out of my chambers! Leave!" Cassian whimpered from the bed, thrashing weakly under the heavy furs.
"Cassian, be quiet!" Thoris barked.
"You heard him," Lucien said coldly, stopping right beside the bed.
"Leave. Or we will call the rest of the imperial guards to drag you out of here."
Thoris clenched his jaw as he watched Cassian writhing on the bed, his mind racing. He hated the thought of missing out entirely.
"Then... why don't we do it together?" Thoris suggested desperately and Lucien blinked, briefly lost for words at just how far the barbarian prince was willing to take his depravity.
"At this point, I don't even care who starts or who impregnates him first," Thoris pressed, leaning forward. "Just let me have a taste of him! Do you know how hard I've—"
"No,"
Lucien flatly declined, cutting him off without hesitation.
"I hate sharing."
"The impure elf is the only one legitimate enough for me to share with. But you? It's a fat No."
"Even if I said I'd go after you?" Thoris growled.
"Yes, even if you said that," Lucien said, a cold, mocking tilt appearing on his lips. "After all why would I allow another man to touch my betrothed?"
Thoris's eyes widened in shock. "What...?"
"Go ask the Emperor if you don't believe me," Lucien lied effortlessly, leaning down slightly.
"Cassian and I are to be married this coming spring. It was supposed to remain confidential until Adrian and Elyria's wedding to you was concluded. But since you're now part of the family, I guess I should let you know."
Lucien reached out, patting Thoris's shoulder with a firm, heavy grip.
"Thank you for the advance gift brother in-law," Lucien mocked smoothly.
"I will make sure to enjoy him thoroughly and not let your precious gift go to waste. I'll even name my child after you once that time comes."
Without giving Thoris another second to process the lie, Lucien forcefully shoved the stunned barbarian out toward the hallway door.
"Now go get married," Lucien said, pushing him through the threshold. "Your wife and husband must be looking all over for you, so just go."
"Lucien! This is not over!... don't you ever think that this is over!!!" Thoris yelled, trying to force his way back in.
"Just mark my words, this—"
*SLAM!*
Lucien slammed the heavy oak door directly in his face and turned the iron bolt, locking it. A satisfied, low chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned his back against the wood.
Then he slowly turned around to face the bed.
Deprived of any touch, Cassian was frantically and desperately trying to soothe the burning heat inside himself, his fingers pulling at his own clothes as he tossed against the sheets.
"You are like a dog in heat," Lucien murmured softly approaching him.
"Lucien... it took you so long just to get rid of one barbarian," Cassian rasped, gasping for air as he looked up with dilated, tear-filled eyes.
"Hurry up and help me... I feel so weird and hot..."
Lucien folded his arms across his chest, staying right where he was as he looked down at him.
"Once again, you are trying to use me for your own needs."
Impatience and the aphrodisiac drove Cassian completely past his sanity. He sat up straight on the bed and he spread his legs wide open toward Lucien, completely unbothered by his own exposure.
Lucien's heart leaped into his throat for a fraction of a second as he watched Cassian stroke himself right in front of him and even attempted to insert his own fingers inside of his butt hole out of blinding desperation.
Lucien kept his face carved from cold stone, watching the prince suffer. No matter how frantically Cassian tried to touch himself, the magical aphrodisiac made him completely insatiable to please.
Cassian looked up at Lucien, his face utterly flushed, lewd, and begging for him to taint him.
"Help me..." Cassian whimpered, his voice a low purr as he groaned, continuing to fondle himself across Lucien.
Lucien felt a sudden, heavy wave of arousal swell inside his own trousers.
"You hurt me... and now you want my help?" Lucien whispered, stepping slowly toward the edge of the bed.
"Beg me, Cassian Valemont."
"Lucien... please..."
"Beg me properly, you vile Prince."
Cassian didn't hesitate. He sprang off the bed, his knees hitting the floor as he knelt directly in front of Lucien, clutching onto the knight's legs desperately. His face was entirely stripped of his usual imperial pride. Now he was itching, needy, and desperate to be filled to the brim. The intense burn in his gut demanded relief.
Cassian buried his nose and mouth on Lucien's pants, right where his shaft was swelling and Cassian peered up at Lucien, trembling in desperation.
Lucien couldn't help the dark smirk that spread across his face.
"I can get used to this," Lucien said softly, his voice thick with dangerous satisfaction.
"Seeing you so vulnerable and desperate, completely devoid of your usual cruel and cunning antics.... I have suffered so much under your command, Cassian. I deserve to finally get what I want for once, don't you think?"
Lucien unbuckled his pants, pulling out his hardened length free in his hand as he gently stroked it across Cassian's face.
"I remember seeing you teaching Sora this certain skill, that night you made me watch you sleep with him."
Lucien mocked, his voice low and dark.
"So My Prince, why don't you show me just how good you are at it mhm?... and then I will help you down there."
"Do you... promise that you will help me?" Cassian wheezed, his crimson eyes locking onto it.
"Yes, Your Highness. I promise," Lucien mocked softly and without another word, he slapped his hardened shaft lightly across Cassian's flushed cheek before shoving it deep into his mouth, forcing Cassian's head back.
"Just look at yourself," Lucien growled, gripping Cassian's dark hair tightly as he began to rhythmically thrust into his warm mouth.
"Starving for it so much... You are starving for the exact same man you tried to get rid of by marrying me away to that woman."
Cassian gagged softly, his breath completely cut off as his hands curled desperately into the fabric of Lucien's trousers, clinging to him for dear life just to catch his breath. But he was enjoying it more than he could understand, the pit of his stomach even demanded for more.
"Too bad, Cassian... things won't go your way," Lucien whispered, leaning down close to his ear as he pushed deeper inside of him.
"Now just watch me... Watch me as I make you my wife instead."
"And you will be stuck with me for as long as I say so.....My Prince."
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