Torn

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Quick Release.

Victor stroked his lover's head. The large male held him close against him before pressing his lips tenderly against Cyrus's head. The King felt a heavier guilt then he had ever before. 'I should had never left him there on his own. I should of followed my own thoughts. Instead, I've let the mother of my child become my own nephew's rag doll.' The red haired male let out a rather low growl, but it was soon silenced. Victor was trying his best to keep the Prince's mind off the matter, "I wish you would stop saying your tainted, darling. You're still mine, and you still have that heart." The King held the smaller male closely in his lap.

Revenge was strong in his mind. The only thing he saw was Garth on the ground, and his own fists bloodied with the Lord's blood peppering everything around him. Victor had never thought of Garth to disobey. He had never went over Victor's head, and the King was feeling such remorse for his fiance. Garth was going to pay, but for now, calming Cyrus was all that he wished for. Garth's punishment would be kept between them. For now.

Victor lifted Cyrus's chin. The large male gave a soft shake of his head before leaning down and kissing him softly. He pulled the sprite beneath him before pulling Cyrus under him. Victor's lips caressed against the small male's. The red haired male stroked his lover's hip lightly. He wrapped his hand around the back of the Prince's neck and pulled him close, "We will get through this, and I will not allow him to get away with this."

Cyrus felt numb. His fingers traced the King's chest. His small frame was locked against the King's. His wings fluttered lightly as Victor spoke. Everything had blurred for the Prince. He had a lot of fear about him. He didn't wish for anymore pain, for anyone, "I just want him kept away from me and my child, Victor. What if he were to hurt me again or this child? If I give birth to a boy, Garth will kill him." Cyrus gasped as the king kissed him. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks flushed from crying. As Victor pulled him up against him, the sprite's legs wrapped around the broad male's hips. The blonde's breath hitched as Victor's hands trailed under his shirt. Since they had left, any sort of touching had put Cyrus uneasy, but hearing Victor tell him he wasn't tainted, and to believe him truly gave him such a relief.

The Prince returned the kiss. He brought his frail arms up and wrapped them around his fiance's shoulders. The blonde pressed his lips back against the King's own; allowing his tongue to part his lips and dance with Victor's own. Cyrus moaned softly as his fingers twisted into Victor's fiery hair.

Victor leaned back to catch his breath. His ember eyes sparked. The larger male grinded his hips against Cyrus as he began to press his leg upwards, "Let me take you, let me show you the love you deserve darling. I still want you, I love you. This doesn't change how I feel about you, but as for him, I say otherwise."

Cyrus looked at Victor. The smaller male listened closely. His eyes were puffy with tears as he sulked against the larger male. He took a deep breath before shaking his head. The smaller male gasped as the King pressed his groin against him. As he did, Cyrus sulkedbeneath him. His legs wrapped around his hips, "Victor, I-I thought you would never want me again. I thought I was no longer good enough for you. I felt filth after that, and it's all I felt. I-I am sorry." He choked up, but as Victor pushed his leg up, he let out a soft moan. The Prince pressed himself up against his lover, "Just, be gentle."

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Victor had pulled Cyrus into the carriage behind the tent. No one was to disturb them, as the King had made clear before his return to the tent with his lover. The male let out a low groan as he thrusted his hips upward. His fingers locked tightly around the Prince's hips as he guided him on his hardened member. Victor's back arched as he trailed his hands up the sprite's hips. The King's fingers traced his arms before he gripped them quite suddenly. The large male pulled him forward in his lap, and kissed him passionately. His tongue entered his mouth; dancing and pressing into the younger male's mouth. As Victor pulled back, a strand of saliva connected the two of them. The tan male's cheeks were red with wore, and his body beading with sweat, "Oh, fuck, Cyrus." Victor groaned as he kept control of his lover's movements, "Just like that, I've got you."

Cyrus hadn't realized how much he had missed Victor. The Prince couldn't tell him no a second time. His arms were at the King's sides clasping them tightly. His pale cheeks had flushed a crimson red, and his forehead beaded with sweat. The sprite's wings gave a heavy flap as he was motioned up and down on his lover's member. His own pulsed with anticipation as his lips quivered. Cyrus had little control as Victor kissed him. Soon, his thin arms wrapped around the King's neck, and the two locked against one another, "Ahh, Victor, I can't stay quiet. I can't..nff, stop." Cyrus pressed his frame against Victor's own. His member rubbed against the large male's toned stomach, and the friction sent Cyrus into pure ecstasy. The King wasn't hurting him by any means, and the Prince felt close to his king like this. As Victor kissed him, Cyrus moaned quite loudly. He pushed his hand against the seat and squeezed rather tightly. His markings suddenly let off a jolt of light. Cyrus locked up and let out a soft cry at his release. He pressed himself against Victor, as he did the same.

Victor pulled Cyrus down on to his member as he finished. The large male groaned as he held Cyrus close. He breathed heavily as his hips jerked upwards. Cyrus was warm, and quite loud. The male enjoyed pleasing his lover and making him moan. It had been some time since he had been able to do so. The large male let out a loud groan as he pulled Cyrus down on to his member; filling him with his seed.

Both of them breathed heavily. Victor's member soon slid out after they had both gotten their fill. He stroked Cyrus's back gently as he spoke, "I love you Cyrus, and Iknow some of my promises haven't held up to. I haven't been able to protect you how I should, but I will make sure that this time it's different." Victor spoke soft as he stroked his lover's back gently. The male took a deep bresth before kissing his forehead lightly. The two were spent, and honestly quite limp.

Cyrus gave a soft shake of his head. He curled up against his lover, "What could you have done? You only thought you were doing what was best for me at the time. W-we didn't know he would go to such measures. I-I'm sorry I wasn't more keen. I believe he respected your authority. I thought I could trust your power."

Victor sighed, "We are in my domain now. He seems to wish for war, but revenge will come slow. For now, I wish for you to have peace while our child grows. The two of you need to be free from stress. Both of you will be safe, love. I promise."

'Will we?'