Torn

Chapter Seventeen: A Little Cold.

Victor was quite enraged after his argument with Garth. The male had known exactly what he was talking about. Of course, the king hadn't been there, but he had seen the female walking about with the soldiers as they had made their way to Garth's home. King Victor of course had to respect his nephew's rule. It was the law. His law.

After their final words with one another, the red head had made his way back into the bedroom to sleep. Though it wasn't relaxing. Victor's mind seemed to be in a race with itself. He was frustrated, and jealous. Victor didn't even like to think about someone else laying a hand on him. Cyrus was his. The King had a controlling side of him, but that came with the centuries of being king.

Several hours had passed, and Victor had only slept a few hours of them. His mind was flushed with a hundred thoughts and guilt. Victor recalled his mother's death. A male water sprite, a Lord of sorts, had drown her after Victor's crowning right before his and many other's eyes, but with reason. Rumors had it that the King before Victor, his father had been using them as game like animals, just to hunt or string for bait on a bear. Sprites had become a nuisance after his father's death, and it seemed that they only wished for more revenge. The drunken man had lost his family to it, and did seek the wrong path to heal.

Of course, Victor would never know the whole truth, but his own anger corrupted him, and made him take it out every single sprite that was left in the homeland. They were forbidden from the entire Farwood world.

Now though, he felt so different. He had fallen in love with one. One so beautiful and pure. Cyrus's soul was innocent, wise but untouched. Even after their first time making love it seemed that the blonde still had quite innocent thoughts. He was young. Victor believed he was only sixteen maybe seventeen. Perhaps he had told him and he had forgotten. Though, the king was immortal. Age often left his mind.

Cyrus yawned tiredly. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. The Prince rubbed his eyes before looking back at Victor. He gasped softly and even jumped as he noticed Victor was awake, "You're awake?" Cyrus frowned. Though he had just woken up, he still seemed rather tired. "It's cold." Cyrus nuzzled closely against Victor, "Are you alright?"

Victor lightly cocked his head and leaned over him, "You didn't sleep well?" The King placed his hand on Cyrus's cheek. As the blonde said he was cold, the red head rolled over on top of him and pressed him back against the bed. Victor pulled the white blanket over top of them before letting off his soft glow. His red markings lit up a bit; glowing a dim red. He leaned down and kissed him tenderly. Victor wrapped his arms around his shoulders and held him closely. After the kiss, he leaned in and whispered into his ear with clear intentions, "I know how to warm you."

Cyrus blushed at his lover's touch, "N-No, I heard the two of you fighting. I feel unwelcomed." He turned his attention away shyly. The male rubbed his shoulder lightly as he attempted to move back from Victor, but before he could, he was grabbed. "A-Ah, Victor!" Cyrus winced as he was pressed back against the bed. He gasped softly as he grabbed ahold of Victor's arms. As the King kissed him, Cyrus felt his legs melt beneath him. At the mention of being warmed, Cyrus's cheeks darkened. He gave a nervous shake of his head, "I-It hurt." Cyrus mumbled nervously. His cheeks flushed as he spoke. The blonde wiggled beneath him as his legs were pushed up, "M-my Lord.." Cyrus had taken off his bottoms and pants while he slept. The male often slept in feminine gowns, like now.

Victor began to pull his bottoms off. He leaned in and kissed Cyrus tenderly. He brushed his fingers lightly against the male's cheek before sitting up. "Let me take you. I promise you'll enjoy it this time." Victor pulled Cyrus's legs apart and looked between them, "You're ready for me now, my love."

Cyrus sat up and grabbed between his legs. His cheeks darkened as he shifted a bit. The Prince gave a nervous shake of his head before wrapping his arms around himself. The loose gown fell off both his shoulders from squirming about, "Make love again? In here? W-what if someone hears us?"

Victor grabbed his lover's legs and pulled him forward. The King rubbed up and down his thighs before shaking his head, "If anyone were to hear you, they would be in our hall. This is our domain, and you are mine." Victor's took hold of both their member's against one another. He held Cyrus in place as he got the two of them wet with his saliva. The king's hips jerked as he let out a low groan, "Let me make love to you. I promise you'll enjoy it." Victor couldn't get enough of Cyrus, and if this was the last chance to get him for the night, then so be it, "I know what you heard wasn't pleasant. Neither of us have slept well let's at least exhaust one another out, hmm? Perhaps we could sleep then." Victor spoke huskily. The male's eyes glowed vibrantly.

"A-ahh!" Cyrus gasped under the covers. His cheeks darkened as Victor began to rub their member's against one another's. The young male's heart was racing as Victor stroked him, "V-Victor." He cried. His legs quivered as he was held in place. The Prince's face was flushed vibrant red, and his eyes were letting off their vibrant turquoise glow, "W-What if it hurts?"

Victor grunted in pleasure. He merely shook his head as he pulled Cyrus down and turned him on his stomach. Victor continued to stroke himself as he squeezed Cyrus's firm bottom, "It won't hurt, my love." Victor grabbed a hold of Cyrus's hips and pulled him up against him. He pressed the head of his cock between his legs, "Just relax." Victor began to push his slick member inside, "I've got you."

Cyrus pressed his face into the pillow. He panted heavily as his clothes were pushed up and he was flipped on his stomach. The Prince couldn't tell Victor no. Even if it had hurt, Cyrus wanted every bit of Victor he could get as well. The pull between them was beyond anything either of them had ever felt, and they were both going to enjoy it.

Victor pulled Cyrus into his throbbing member. He breathed heavily before letting out a pleasurable groan, "Cyrus, you're, ohh, still so tight, " The King breathed heavily as he got his member down to the base, "and wet." The red head began to pull his cock in and out. He groaned loudly as his hips began to roll, "How's that feel, my love?"

Cyrus winced. He let out a painful cry at first. More so from fear then from the light sting, but as Victor began to thrust his hips and sweetly roll into his small frame, the blonde felt a warmth building up quickly inside him, "A-Ah! N-nnff." The Prince's cheeks flushed as he felt Victor throb inside him. He wiggled beneath the broad male as he pushed further inside him. He panted heavily as he felt the King lock inside him. Cyrus fell into a pure sense of bliss beneath the covers. He didn't want to move. Victor knew how to hit every spot, and Cyrus couldn't get enough.

Victor leaned forward and held Cyrus's hip tightly as he pulled his lover into his throbbing member. He used his free hand to stroke Cyrus's hardened member beneath him. Victor breathed heavily before letting out a soft groan, "I told you it wouldn't hurt."

Victor and Cyrus stayed like this, Victor thrusted repeatedly into his small frame. Cyrus was loud. He tried so hard not to be, but Victor was big and difficult for the sprite to take. His hardened manhood still seemed to give some discomfort but it was all pleasure. The two were exhausting themselves as they made love.

The King pulled the sheets off the two of them. He panted heavily as he flipped Cyrus on his back and pushed himself back inside, "Ohh fuck." He growled. He gave one final shove of his hips; filling the small male to the brim with his seed, "C-Cyrus!" The King could no longer control himself. His thrusts into his lover's hole were rough and long. Victor groaned as he fell against his releasing lover.

Cyrus's cheeks were flushed. His breathing heavy as he was flipped on his back. Victor kept his legs pulled up and apart as he thrusted into his small frame. His look innocent and full of lust. Cyrus's mouth hung open as saliva lightly dripped down his lip. His face covered in sweat as Victor pounded him roughly into the bed. "V-Victor!" The two had released almost immediately at the same time. He panted heavily. His cheeks darkened as he looked at the king. Both covered in one another's mess.

Victor lifted his head. He breathed heavily before placing his hand on Cyrus's cheek, "I told you I would warm you up."