A/N: Sorry for the wait my loves

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Cepheus opened his bedroom door quietly and slipped into the room, taking care to close the wooden frame softly behind him.

He had spent most of the night and early morning wandering his land mindlessly. He needed to separate himself from the palace and its facade. He realized, during his one-on-one with the stars and the moon, that it was quite disturbing he couldn't place all of his trust in his council, nor his people.

He only allowed himself to examine his thoughts for that short while though, as it would be easy to get lost in the twisted, dark labyrinth of his mind.

"Cepheus?"

The vampire spun around in surprise at the small squeak that came from his bed.

Bay was sitting up in bed with the sheet drawn up under his chin, his eyes wide and lips parted in surprise at his mate's entrance.

The nymph had been worried sick and stayed up all night waiting for the vampire to come back to their room.

And now, it was morning; the sun's bright yellow rays indicated that it was far past sunrise and Cepheus was only now returning to his quarters.

The vampire took in his mate's startled appearance and paused, running a frustrated hand down his face.

"Bay" He breathed in slight frustration, "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to scare you."

He had hoped the boy would still be asleep, so he could avoid the questions and concerned glances. But it seemed he couldn't escape either.

"Where were you Cepheus? Have you been out all night?" The nymph questioned in concern as he properly eyed the vampire's tensed form.

Jaw clenched, muscles taunt, and... was that blood on his hands?

"Did you get in a fight?"

Bay's distressed tone drew Cepheus from his own head and immediately he was cursing himself out for not considering his appearance before running back to his quarters.

"It's nothing for you to worry about Blue, I'm fine."

"So you did?"

Cepheus sighed as the nymph threw the covers off the bed and stumbled as he walked towards him.

"I said I'm fine." The vampire muttered; he turned around and made his way to the bathroom, forcing the nymph to pad after him with furrowed brows.

The tap was turned on and Cepheus washed his hands aggressively.

"But, why?"

"Why what?" The King murmured as he turned off the tap to dry his hands.

His fingers met the cuff links on his wrists and he removed them, placing them on the counter with a steady hand before undoing the buttons of his dress shirt.

"Why did this fight happen? W-who was it with?"

Cepheus chuckled hollowly and undid his belt buckle, letting his pants drop to the floor before his thumb hooked into his briefs and he stepped out of those too.

"It was someone who I thought I could trust. Someone who I tolerated because they were good at their job," He swung the shower door open and stepped in, not minding the stares from the nymph who was openly gazing at his ass. "This person took my trust, my good faith, my authority and went behind my back to fuck with me." He continued as he showered.

Bay stood outside the shower doors, nervously nibbling on his bottom lip as his mate ranted. He wanted so badly to know who this person was but he bit his tongue, thinking it better not to ask.

"Pass me a towel beloved."

The nymph hurried to grab the white fluffy material from the shelf and passed it to the vampire's outstretched hand.

"What's going to happen to them?"

Cepheus paused as he finished wrapping the towel around his waist and took hold of the nymph's jaw with one of his hands.

"That is something you definitely shouldn't worry your pretty little head about. But I'll be taking care of it—that's all you need to know."

Bay didn't say a word—as curious as he was, he certainly didn't care for the minutia regarding what was to become of the King's betrayer.

"So what are you doing now?" The nymph asked as he followed the taller man mindlessly, taking advantage of the close-up view of his mate's broad muscular back.

"Right now I'm trying to clear my head so that I can make a decision without emotion clouding my judgement. It is important for me as a ruler to separate my feelings in these kinds of situations."

Bay frowned. How was he going to do that?

"Can I...can I do anything to help?" The boy questioned as he slowly lowered to sit on the bed.

Cepheus glanced at him for a second before sliding on a pair of boxers.

"You could let me suck you off."

Bay spluttered at the proposal and felt his cheeks grow hot to the touch. His fingers gripped the silk sheets as he tried to wrap his head around the vampire's words.

"W-what? W-what would that d-do?"

Cepheus neared the tiny nymph who shuffled back on the bed, a small oomph leaving his mouth as he was pushed back on the mattress by the much stronger male.

"It would help me de-stress..." the vampire hissed with a dark look to his face.

He grinned, satisfaction brightening his expression when he pulled up the nymph's shirt to reveal that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"This is gonna have to be quick but just be a good boy for me yeah?"

Bay could only bite his lip and whimper as his mate's fingers ghosted over his creamy thighs before one of his cool hands took ahold of his length.

"Oh my!" The nymph gasped as his cock was suddenly taken into the hot, wet cavern of the vampire's mouth.

There were no gentle, slow motions this time around—Cepheus was moving fast, being rough, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked the boy's cock and briefly pulling back to give a solid lick to his balls.

"Ngh" Bay grunted as his length pulsed, his legs seizing as cum squirted into the vampire's mouth.

His eyes quickly widened though as he felt a finger prod at his backdoor; a chuckle had his attention flashing back to the tall man looming over him, a sinister look on his face.

"Have you ever touched yourself down here Blue?"

The nymph shook his head, eyes still wide and lips parted as he panted from his orgasm.

Cepheus hummed.

"You're coated in slick baby. Your body is just begging to be stuffed and filled. Fuck, I've never seen anything more inviting."

Bay offered an embarrassed whine, not realizing that he was in fact, highly aroused and...well...wet. 

His hands came up to cover his face as the vampire prodded at his weeping hole.

"Stop that." Cepheus chastised; he took the boy's wrists in his hand and pinned them above his head.

"Why are you hiding? There's nothing to be embarrassed about Blue. Seeing you like this turns me on. If I had no restraint at all my cock would already be buried within you along with my seed. Does that make you feel better?"

When laboured breathing from the nymph was all that was heard, the vampire licked a strip up his neck and nibbled at his ear.

He eased a finger in.

"You see that? Look at how well you take me. Fuck, you're basically sucking me in."

Bay moaned, not an ounce of discomfort was felt. His walls were relaxed and slick, welcoming his mate's intrusion with open arms.

As the finger moved back and forth in his hole, Bay writhed on the sheets, pants and pleasure-filled whines escaping his mouth at this alien sensation.

He felt full. Which unnerved him quite a bit, considering that this was only a finger and he was meant to take his King's thick, long cock and all of its inches.

"You're doing so well baby blue; here, try to take one more."

"A-argh" The nymph cried out as a second digit was pressed inside of him. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, it sent sparks straight to his length and made it twitch and throb. 

The boy jumped and squealed as the vampire flicked his cock, watching the angry, red length bob at his abuse.

"I won't lie Blue it's going to be a tight fit." Cepheus mulled as he brushed the tips of his fingers against Bay's prostate, making the nymph jerk and scream as dark spots coated his vision.

"That's it, so good baby, so, so good for me." The vampire cooed and lulled lowly.

Bay came so hard it was almost painful. He was shocked that his body was capable of feeling this much pleasure.

Cepheus was hovering right above him but his words sounded distant, as if he was far away. The boy blinked, trying to bypass his suddenly blurry vision and the weighted feeling that had him anchored to the mattress.

A soft whine scratched his throat as his feeling of fullness was gone, but was replaced by a cold rounded object that sunk into his hole with some added pressure.

He groaned from overstimulation as the object brushed against his prostate, making his cock jerk.

"Keep this in while I'm gone. I need you nice and stretched for me, alright?"

Bay hummed, still slightly delirious, not even noticing that the vampire had gone to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

Soon he was back, gently wiping down his beloved and placing a wooly sweater over his body, taking his time to tuck the boy into bed.

"You're so sensitive my love. I need to remember not to be so rough, otherwise, it will take the life out of you every time we play."

A soft kiss was placed on Bay's forehead and the affection had a drunken smile lifting the nymph's cheeks.

"Close your eyes and get some rest."

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"Which one?"

The guard pointed to the right, not sparing even a single glance at his King as he made his way to the farthest corner of the cellars, where the traitor was being kept.

This trip was going to be quick; he had made up his mind regarding an appropriate punishment. His beloved had truly allowed him to clear his head and think—as a leader, a King, it was neither responsible nor appropriate for him to be emotionally charged when making decisions. He owed his people that much, regardless of how they viewed him.

"Open the door" He commanded.

He folded his arms as he waited for the guard to follow his orders, giving a brief side eye to Raphael who was sitting in a wooden chair, right outside his mate's cell.

It was obvious the man had slept there for the night, the dark circles under his eyes and dishevelled appearance only told as much.

His long-time friend was another reason why he had to take the night to think about the appropriate course of action. While Melessandra was a traitorous bitch, she was also the vampire's beloved. He had to consider Raphael in whatever decision he made.

"Get up." Cepheus muttered.

The woman was curled up in a corner, clearly cold from the cement floor. With a short wobble she clambered to her feet with her head held high—even in the face of reprehension, she attempted to maintain her integrity.

Cepheus gave her a once over, his lip curling when his eyes met her face.

"You know your crime, you don't need it repeated to you. But I will tell you that you're a disappointment. A disappointment to your King, a disappointment to your people and an even bigger fucking disappointment to your beloved."

Melessandra clenched her jaw but kept quiet.

"Execution will not be your fate; be grateful that Raphael and I have shared a friendship longer than you have been alive, he saved you, remember that."

A relieved sob sounded from the man in the wooden chair, and Cepheus ground his teeth, upset that his friend was in such a state while the expression of the woman in front of him remained unchanged.

"But you will not go without punishment. Effective immediately your title as Chief Warrior will be revoked and your rank will be the lowest of our nest. You will be permitted to live in Raphael's quarters but in the palace, no one will acknowledge you. You are nothing but just a ghost wandering the halls, a body that takes up too much space."

The King's lips quirked upwards as he saw her fists clench at his description. The punishment was fitting—clearly, the woman valued her pride more than her life.

"And there's one last thing that you will be giving me," Cepheus' eyes flashed red with glee as he prepared to mouth the words. "Your tongue."

At this moment her facade broke: stoic contorted to confusion, followed by worry and then one more emotion that the vampire had been eagerly waiting for —fear.

"What? W-wait Cepheus hold on, you can't be serious—"

"You've been using that mouth of yours, that tongue, to lie, to deceive, to conspire against me. What made you think that you'd get to keep it?"

The King nodded towards one of the guards who soon entered the cell and held Melessandra's arms behind her back while she screamed and thrashed in opposition.

Cepheus furrowed his brows as he picked from an assortment of knives that a young servant boy had brought him.

"If you don't stay still it won't be a clean cut." The vampire muttered as he fingered the shining silver.

He heard Raphael trying to calm her down, reasoning that the King had shown her mercy and she was lucky he decided to spare her life after what she did.

"This one will do, thank you."

Cepheus pulled a 6 inch Bowie knife, opting for it due to its intimidation factor. It was unnecessarily large—even a small dagger would do—but at this point, it was purely her fear that was driving him.

With a firm grip, the King clutched her jaw and pried her mouth open; but his hand was quickly withdrawn as the woman snapped and tried to bite him.

His jaw twitched in annoyance.

"I could pull out all of those teeth too while I'm here. Leave you a gummy, drooling mess. Would you like that?"

"Fuck you!"

A gasp followed her outburst after the King backhanded her. Slightly stunned, it was easier to grab her face; the vampire took care to avoid her bloody nose.

Lifting the blade, he grabbed a hold of her tongue, and tore through the flesh in a sawing motion.

Loud screams filled the air as the knife did its work, but those screams soon turned to gurgles and sounds of choking as blood filled her mouth and spewed over her lips.

One more cut and the tongue was gone, leaving only a stub behind in the woman's mouth.

"Someone bring the hot rod to stop the bleeding, and clean this place up."

Cepheus threw the appendage in the nearby bin and dropped the knife to the floor with a loud clank. He gave his hands a quick look-over, appearing pleased at his discovery.

"And not a single drop on me." He murmured in delight. The woman's cries and moans fell on deaf ears.