Torn

Chapter Six: Sudden Love.

Victor rolled around with Cyrus as he pressed the smaller male back into the soft grass. The male leaned in and kissed him tenderly. The King placed his hand on the Prince's cheek gently. Victor pulled Cyrus closely against him. He shifted lightly as he pressed his lips against his neck, "Oh you're beautiful." Victor grunted. He placed his hand gently on Cyrus's hip as he pulled him close to his frame. His feet curled into the soil, "I can't help myself. You're so defined, so perfect." Victor had such a overwhelming lust for the young sprite. Cyrus was like a magnet, and Victor was the opposite attract.

The blonde gasped softly. His wings gave a rough flap as Victor pressed himself up against Cyrus's small frame. His porcelain cheeks darkened as he shifted his hips lightly. As Victor's lips trailed down his neck, he moved back a bit bringing his hands down and gripped the soil beneath him tightly. He shook his head lightly before trying to pull back from Victor, "M-my Lord, please, a-ah, calm down. We shouldn't be doing this!" Cyrus's heart was racing as he used his arm to push against the large male's chest. The male was confused. He didn't understand any of this. Cyrus had a pure mind. Though he was keen to death, this was something much different.

Victor was no stranger to sex. He had gotten it from virgins of his choice in the years of his war days. The times when he was ruthless, and didn't hold back any guilt. Though Victor never birthed heirs. He felt he was to much of a monster to tend to a child. Victor had done many things that he wished he hadn't. The memories never faded for him. The guilt would always follow the pyro, but for the first time in a hundred years, he felt a sudden peace about him. It seemed to be something that left him in pure ecstasy. "God, just kiss me again." The red head lifted Cyrus by the hips before pressing him back against a warm rock. Victor pressed his lips against the small male's. His tan skin glistened against Cyrus's own skin, "I've never seen someone as beautiful."

Cyrus winced as Victor pressed him against the sun heated rock. His white cloth shirt was coming undone around his shoulder. The long sleeved shirt fell loosely off his shoulders; showing off his fine skin, "I've never kissed someone before." Cyrus sulked as he turned his head in a nervous manner to catch his breath, but Victor was relentless and the small fairy couldn't stop him. As their tongues intertwined, the warmth and the undying feeling sent him into a different state. Cyrus wanted it as much as Victor, but Cyrus was pure. A true essence of the forest.

"Hmm?" Victor lifted his head. His ember eyes glowed vibrantly as he brought his hand down and gently traced his palm against Cyrus's cheek. The large male smiled softly before leaning in and kissing his forehead tenderly, "You mean to tell me you've never made love? How old are you? You're a sprite aren't you?" Victor had removed his shirt in the midst of things, "I cannot explain why I feel this way, but I can't get enough of you." The King held him closely.

Cyrus shook his head shyly. His breathing had become a bit rasp as he placed his hand over his eyes, "I've never kissed anyone, I've never done anything like this m-my Lord. I-it's nerve racking." The fairy's eyes filled with tears, "I don't want you to hurt me. Love making? I've never experienced it." Cyrus became flustered as he was asked his age. The fairy was younger then Victor that was for sure. The sprite gave a light shrug, "I'm seventeen, my lord. I've been alone a long time." Cyrus rubbed his shoulders shyly, "Will you please let go of me? I want to go back home." The male had never felt any if this. He was confused and concerned. Even with his age, he seemed unknowing still. Cyrus has only ever seen his mother and father kiss when he was young, but never himself.

Victor shook his head lightly. He brushed his fingers through his own hair before smiling softly. The King suddenly stood and picked Cyrus up off the ground. "We'll fish later. I want to do something for you." The King laid Cyrus back on a rock and pulled against his pants, "Take these off, I want to give you a treat. Sprites are known for their love making. I'm quite surprised you never experienced any of the sort." The male grinned lightly. He had already noticed the slight bulge in the fairy's pants, "Here." Victor removed his bottoms and looked at Cyrus. He pressed his chest against the smaller male's before groaning lightly. Victor began to stroke the fairy's member. He held him firmly against the rock as he tenderly moved his hand up and down.

"G-gah," Cyrus gasped softly. He winced as he grabbed tightly on to the King's shoulders. The Prince's cheeks darkened as he struggled up. His back arched as Victor's hand wrapped around his small member, "A-ahh!" Cyrus gasped. He turned his head shyly as he felt something boiling inside him. The sprite felt as if his entire body was on fire, and worse, he felt a pleasuring tense feeling. He arched his back lightly as he found himself lost in the king, "What are you doing? That, a-ahh, feels odd.."

Victor panted heavily. He kept the smaller male held down as he passionately kissed down his shoulder and, "Mmm, relax. I'm not hurting you." Victor pressed his lips gently against Cyrus's inner thigh. He moved up slowly before tenderly kissing the young male's inner thigh, "You're so cold." Victor suddenly took the blonde's small member into his mouth. He began to move his head up and down. His hot tongue wrapped around the sprite's member. Victor wanted Cyrus, and more so, he wanted the little fairy to know what it felt like.

"N-nnf, my lord. Please, what are you-?" Cyrus couldn't hold a sentence. Victor's mouth was hot and enticing around his member. It was a new sensation. Something that the blonde had never felt. He brought his hands down and placed them on Victor's head, "A-ahh!" He cried. Cyrus suddenly fell over his peek. The sprite leaned forward as his legs bent upward as he grabbed a chunk of Victor's auburn hair as he spent his release in the King's mouth. "A-ah! V-Victor!" He cried out innocently as his hips jerked. The blonde panted heavily as he laid his hand over his face, "I'm sorry."

Victor took all that the small male could give. He lifted his head as he took will deep breath. The King smiled lightly as he began to move against Cyrus, "Come on, let's get everything done so we can head back. Don't apologize for the please. That's what I wanted." Victor stood up before he adjusted his groin in his jeans, "Come on, darling. I want to take you back home as quickly as possible."

'I want to touch him again.'