All is Fair in Love and War

Delicious Torture

"You're a disgrace to me."

Those words echoed in the raven haired boys head. They made his blood boil in fury.  His father was scolding him, lecturing him over keeping the Witchling.

"I thought I taught you to know better."

"I'm sorry father. I just..." Kid had no idea what to tell his father.  'I wanted to keep this Witchling, because I didn't have the balls to kill it. I find him very attractive and wouldn't mind using him as a food and pleasure source, despite him being a boy.'

That doesn't exactly roll off the tongue.

"I'll allow you to keep the filth. He is weak and helpless. We can get information from him, but I must say I am quite disappointed in your resolve to kill it; a king needs a strong mind to control his subjects, one that you appear not to have. You do not have what it takes to be King"

Kid nodded, his eyes trained on the floor. This was meant to be the moment when his father praised him, and declared him heir to the throne. He was furious, with his father, with himself, and with that stupid little witch that he could not bring himself to kill.

Yet even now the thought of murdering him was impossible.

Torture though....

Once the meeting with his father was over, he stormed his way to the dark dungeons.

"You two, worthless pigs!" Kid bellowed waving furiously at the guards outside Crona's cell. "Bring the Witch to my bedroom, tie it down! Hurry up!"

Kid glared at the guards, and they scurried to work. Kid knew how scary he looked when he was mad, and oh was he mad. His very being was shaking with rage.

Kid waited impatiently for them to drag Crona to his quarters. The boy looked more lifeless than yesterday, limp and pale.

Kid led the way and instructed them to tie the Witch to his large king sized bed. He was going to let out his anger, in the healthiest way possible.

Crona was too weak to protest, though judging by the cushioned mattress he found himself being tied to, he already guessed what was going to happen.

The guards left and Kid locked the door.

"Well Crona, I don't think I owe you an explanation." He hissed

Crona felt the Vampire crawl onto the bed, and hop on top of his thin frame. He could feel Kid's legs tightening on his sides as he clawed his cold fingers down the pale boy's face and neck.  Crona trembled, opening his eyes too look at his captor.

Kid was smirking down at him, an evil glint in his eyes, fangs peeking out from the nasty curve of his mouth. He leaned his face close to Crona's holding his chin roughly and meeting his eyes. He could see the hunger in them, the hatred.

"I'm in trouble because of you. Now I'm going to have some fun."

Kid started by ripping off Crona's shirt, then his pants. He never wore underwear and the rest of his clothes were only rags, and fell apart when removed. Crona made a noise of protest, he felt so vulnerable beneath Kid. He tried his best to cover his nakedness, but it was impossible with the rope tied to his limbs.  Crona was so afraid.

"P-please...don't..."

"Why ever not?" Kid asked darkly as he trailed his lips down Crona's bare skin. The boy was so pretty.

"I...I'm...please" Crona stuttered, trembling at the touch of skin.

"Well, at least give me a decent answer." Kid's hands followed his lips, roughly feeling the roundness of Crona's curves.