The Knights Of Laegovhar

Knight Owls

As Mikail sucked, Gregor's mind drifted back to the first day the princes had joined the training in the knight's grounds. The two princes, and Eliana, as well as a small handful of others, had been chosen to receive advanced training. The rest of their previous group becoming regular patrol knights. As the princes entered the room, all present bowed in their presence, even Gregor. But whereas all eyes were on the tallest and youngest prince as he and Eliana fought for attention, one being the prince and one being the only woman, Gregor's eyes remained fixed on the smaller of the brothers.

In all his years, Gregor had never once felt so drawn to anyone as he was to Mikail, the man feeling his heart attempt to escape out of his chest whenever he even caught a snippet of the prince. Both princes were spoiled for choice at the amount of ladies vying for their attentions, but Mikail remained too focused on his studies and training to ever even glance in their, or even Gregor's direction, the man's interest always drifting away with his gaze. Often Gregor swallowed down his curiosity, forbidding himself to ask the prince where he went when he stared into the abyss of the night sky or at the words on the never ending pages of writings.

Gregor admired but never approached, forever committed to watching the prince from afar. Until the first sip of his ale that night had made him braver than ever before. He caught himself resting a hand on Mikail's shoulder, or even on his thigh, his pants tightening at the sight of Mikail's cheek reddening from the minimal contact.

Gregor sighed happily as he looked down at the prince now, the smaller man at his mercy, just like Gregor had always wished he'd be. The sounds coming from the prince were enough for Gregor to shoot his load into the man's mouth then and there, but he held himself back and used his hand to gently pull Mikail to the bed.

Unsure where his confidence stemmed from, he leaned over the prince and kissed him hard on the mouth as he lined himself up to the man's hole. "If you want to stop, just say the word," Gregor whispered in Mikail's ear, secretly begging for the man to remain silent so he could finally enjoy all that he had waited for.

"Just one thing," Mikail muttered. Gregor hummed positively. "If I bite you... don't let me bite you." Deep inside him, Mikail's beast grumbled, unhappy with the choice.

"Why?" Gregor asked as he pushed gently against Mikail's hole, causing the prince to sigh as his eyes rolled. "Do you not want me for forever?"

Mikail's eyes locked back on Gregor's, revealing his eyes to have changed to those of his beast. "You wouldn't be able to handle me." As if sensing the challenge, Gregor pushed into the man hard and deep, stretching him wider than he had ever been before. Mikail's mouth formed an O as his head slammed back into the pillows.

"I am going to handle you, Mikail. You are going to take me like a good boy and—look at me—then you're going to—yes, you are, don't fight me." Gregor pulled out and sharply back in before the prince could even take a breath. Despite his soft protests, Gregor knew this was it, the prince becoming his forever. "Come now, little beastie. Bite me." He slammed in again, causing Mikail to groan deeply. "You are mine and I am yours. I want your bite." Mikail whimpered as Gregor slammed into him again.

Gregor picked up the pace as he leaned over Mikail, the prince's legs in his arms as he pounded into the man. Mikail couldn't even string enough words together to form a sentence, his voice coming out as a mumbled moan. He had never before been in the position he had found himself in, the man always taking charge, but this... As Mikail looked up at Gregor, he knew he never wanted to be anywhere other than his arms, warm and safe, and getting ploughed harder than he ever thought possible.

One of Gregor's arms had moved close enough for Mikail's lips to graze, and before he could even think, Mikail's fangs had bitten into the flesh, tearing into the soft skin of Gregor's forearm. Horrified by his actions, Mikail attempted to pull free, but his jaw had clamped tight, his beast claiming his mate.

Gregor yelped at the unexpected pain, but mixing with his pleasure, it sent a ripple through his body. He squeezed his eyes and hissed, but still he pounded into the prince, his teeth clamped almost as tightly as Mikail's. A few seconds after Mikail's fangs had pierced skin, the man began to feel the familiar wave of an orgasm approaching him. Gregor felt it too as he maintained his speed, despite the quickening of his breath.

Gregor watched the man beneath him as the two exploded in the waves of pleasure. "I'm not going to stop," he promised the prince, who had squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. "Do you feel that, Mik?" Mikail nodded slightly as he whimpered, the sound muffled by the skin filling his mouth. "That's my good boy."

Gregor held on until he saw Mikail's eyes open and roll upwards, the two men reaching ecstatic release together. When the initial shock and ecstasy faded, the two men paused as Gregor slid from Mikail, causing a wet patch to soak and grow on the sheets beneath them. Mikail gasped and released Gregor's arm, his magic healing the wound into an instant scar the moment his teeth retreated.

Between his shuddering breaths, Mikail released gasps as his tears brimmed in his eyes. Gregor gulped as he looked at the sight of his fresh scar, his arm and his soul permanently marked to be Mikail's forever. "Mik," he said after a few seconds, the pair having not moved. "Mik, darling."

"Don't," Mikail growled quickly before he stood and dressed. He left Gregor still kneeling upon the bed as he slammed the door of the room closed behind him without so much as a second glance.

Mikail searched the entire inn for his brother before hearing the man's familiar roar from his room mixed with the moans of a woman. Mikail's lip curled as his tears formed in his eyes, for he had heard it, the moment that would solidify his role in the family forever. His brother had successfully mated with a woman, his brother could produce an heir, his brother had taken it all in the span of a few minutes as he climbed the rank of the royal family to sit on top.

The way Mikail saw it, Cayde had already become the king. Leaving Mikail to be nothing. After all his training, all his researching, he had squandered the entirety of his birthright for the sake of a fuck.

Mikail stormed from the room and out onto the rocky path as he pulled a packet of smoke sticks from his pocket. He had never needed them before, the release of his partners having been enough, but even now, as his shirt stuck to the sticky substance covering his body, he needed the release smoking could give him.

He rested one between his lips before realising he hadn't brought anything to light it, yet almost immediately the snap of a lighting match could be heard as the end of his stick ignited. "I never assumed you to be a smoker, too," came Gregor's voice from behind Mikail, causing him to stiffen slightly. "Don't worry, your highness, I'm not going to touch you or talk about it."

Mikail took a deep drag before turning to the man and extending the item between his fingers. Without hesitation, Gregor took the stick before taking a deep drag of his own. The man closing his eyes as he released the smoke through his nose. The duo stared at each other as Mikail took the stick back, and silently the two stood for a few minutes, taking turns releasing puffs of smoke as the surrounding night bristled with the life of nocturnal creatures.

Gregor pointed and in a hushed whisper drew Mikail's eyes upwards to see an owl silently glide above them. "It's lucky to see one at all, let alone one this close," Gregor breathed, his mouth close to Mikail's ear. "Some people go their entire lives without the pleasure of seeing an owl."

Mikail gulped as Gregor pulled away, the chill air replacing the warmth of his body. "We better go back inside."

"Tell Eliana and your brother they can finally sleep in their assigned rooms."

Mikail scoffed a single laugh. "My brother has already found someone to keep his bed warm tonight."

Gregor tilted his head as his mouth released the smoke he had inhaled. "So, if he is in his room ploughing into some unlucky soul, where's El?"

Mikail didn't have time to answer him before a blow to his head knocked him to the ground. The sound of fighting grunts and Gregor calling his name causing him looked up just in time to instead see a boot careen into his face. He groaned and used his limited magic in an attempt to heal, but through the blurred gaze of his tear-filled eyes he watched Gregor falter and fall under the weight of three burly men as Mikail's magic ceased to save him. The prince called out, reaching for Gregor as his other hand clutched his aching nose, but it was too late.

As the men dragged Gregor from the inn, Mikail's eyes rolled as his head dropped down to the cold stones beneath him, the glow of the now forgotten stick dimming to fizzle out beside his head.