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"I've got ice in my veins,

blood in my eyes.

Hate in my heart,

love in my mind."

Chapter 18

Alastair's POV

"Hello, Father Dearest and welcome to my play room."

A drop of sweat slowly swam from his brow line down the crevices of his face in a timorous travel till it landed in a silent drop beneath his feet in his darkened cell. His face creased in a horrified expression as I slowly ran my fingertips lightly against whips and pointed devices hanging eerily from the blood-stained, brick wall. An echoing clanging resounded through the room in an ominous melody as metal met brick.

Aah, what a beautiful refrain...

Olive skin met leather whip as my mouth widened in a sinister smile.

Aah, perfect. My most prized possession.

I lifted the long, leather whip. Watching as father dearest's eyes widened as I swept my hand leisurely through the whips elongated tails with a baleful grin.

"W-wait," A stuttered cry called from the darkened cell.

"Yes?"

Any last words?

"Y-you d-don't w-want t-to h-hurt m-me," he stuttered out pathetically.

"Oh, really? Funny. I could've sworn I wanted to rip your intestines from your throat and watch as you choked pathetically on your own blood," I hissed sarcastically.

His eyes bulged as he wiped the back of his hand against his sweat-cloaked face.

"R-River-"

"Don't speak such an angelic name from such a repulsive mouth," I growled.

"H-he w-wouldn't b-be a-able t-to handle my death," his voice started stumbled but cleared up as he began to gain more and more courage in his words.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I growled.

He's wasting my time. The time that could be used to produce such beautiful, beautiful screams from the disgusting creature before me.

"R-" I growled, "He's a fragile, weak creature," he laughed, "he wouldn't be able to handle my death. He'd break. More than he already is," He snickered.

Break? From his death? What the hell is this bastard spewing?

I laughed loudly, almost doubling over as the man froze before me with a quizzical look.

"Oh no, father dearest when did I ever say anything about killing you?" I sneered as his hands began to visibly shake, "Oh, no, no, no. Why kill you? That would be far too simple. I'm to torment you. Nice and slow. To watch as your sanity slowly withers away to nothing but the dust along your cell walls. And why by then you'll beg for me to be kind enough to allow death to befall you."

I watched in amusement as fear engulfed his every being, his eyes widening in terror, hands shaking, sweat building.

Aah, what a beautiful display of terror.

I brushed my fingertips gently through the tails of the black, leather whip. I brought it up to my nose, breathing in the sharp, bitter smell of leather against my sensitive nose.

Aah, that smell. The smell of leather and fear.

I ran my tongue against the length of the rod as the man's eyes widened at my act with a look of disgust and fear.

Aah, the taste of blood and tang against my heightened taste buds.

I dropped the whip from my face, allowing it to dangle tentatively side by side in my tightened grip as I stalked like an eager predator towards its prey. The man shook in his spot, looking side to side as if looking for an escape from the terror to come.

The sound of his ragged breathing, the dilation of his pupils, the way his body shook as I stopped only inches from his cell door sent a shiver of excitement buzzing down my spine in a wave of exhilaration. I picked up a large rounded key lying solely on a small table by the cell. Picking it up, I unlocked the cell with a screeched opening. The man began to walk backward as if his distance could save him.

Foolish.

The harsh sound of bone against hard brick resounded through the dungeon as I swiftly swiped my whip beneath his feet as he tried backing away causing him to tumble hard into the bricked walls and fall with a thump and groan against the hard, cold flooring beneath him.

There he laid fallen, grunting and huffing like the insect he was.

"Get up, mongrel!" I growled as I kicked harshly at his fallen form.

He groaned as he tumbled and turned in an attempt to lift his injured form from the ground.

"Pathetic," I hissed.

I watched as he slowly began to lift himself from the ground, wobbling as he did. He huffed as he leaned his hands against his bent knees, looking up at me with raging eyes.

"I am not pathetic," he hissed, "If you are to refer to one as weak is would be your so called mate."

Rage engulfed my vision in red as my tightened fists shook, jaw clenched.

"How dare you.." I growled.

My mind went blank in a single pulse as I crossed the cell in less than three steps and wrapped my hand around his thick neck, pushing him harshly against the metal barring around the cell. A heavy bang resounded through the large dungeon as bone hit metal with a piercing cry from its feeble victim.

Disgusting...

The sound of rushed footsteps filled the dungeon as three men dressed in armor hurried into the dungeon, interrupting my gory thoughts.

I turned my head towards the group of wide-eyed, shaking men. Whatever the look in my eyes was, it was scaring the living daylights out of the group of skilled knights.

"What is so important that you've decided to interrupt my attempt to rid the world of a vile being?" I growled.

The men shook in place, some hiding their shaking hands behind them. One stepped forward, the only one brave enough or able enough to speak.

"Your Highness you told us to inform you when your mate awakens."

I dropped my grip from around the man's neck. Not bothering to look as a harsh thump following by a groan resounded behind me as I turned from the man and exited the dungeon in haste.

I didn't want my love to wake up alone.

"Notify the maids to bring in some cake and tea to my room," I commanded the knights following behind me.

They nodded and rushed in the direction of the kitchen as I continued on the path to my room.

I opened the door slowly, not wanting to startle him as his soft voice beckoned me into the room. I watched as he sat up among the heap of silk comforters, singing softly along with the chirping birds outside the balcony window. He always did enjoy singing with the 'musical creatures' as he liked to call them.

I approached quietly, circling my arms around his waist and kissing him softly on the head. He jumped, turning in haste before taking in my appearance and relaxing against my embrace, resting his head against my chest with a smile.

"You scared me," he giggled.

I smiled as I soaked in his soft laughter. Everything about him was absolutely breathtaking even the sound of his bell-like giggles.

"Sorry, love." I kissed him softly on the neck in a gesture of apology.

He wiggled in my embrace, "Tickles," he giggled.

I continued kissing along his neckline, soaking in his sweets giggles with a smile plastered across my face.

"S..stop! Stop!" He waved his small hands in all directions, missing as he attempted to swipe at my face.

I pulled my face from his neck, pushing him softly against the bed as I crawled on top of his fragile frame.

He peered up at me with ragged breathing and a flushed face, pouting oh so cutely.

"Meany."

"Your meany," I corrected with a kiss on his small, button nose.

"Mine," he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down as he lightly pecked me on the lips, pulling away with a bright smile that almost knocked the breath out of me.

"Not enough," I growled as I crashed my lips to his, causing him to whimper cutely against my lips. An act that earned him yet another growl.

God damn it, he's so cute.

I bit his bottom lip lightly. He opened up for me with a heated gasp as my tongue searched his mouth for his. I pulled his tongue along with mine, guiding it in a gentle rhythm, soaking in his sweet gasps and whimpers.

A voice cleared from the entry way. I peered up from my mate's beautiful face to a group of blushing maids as they held a tray of cakes and teas. Some turned away, blushing to their necks as others watched with wide eyes.

I gently pulled from our heated lip lock, circling my arms around my mate's waist and pulling him into my lap as he hid his face in my chest.

"You did not ask for permission before entering," I stated with a tone of anger.

They peered at one another with nervous glances before apologizing altogether. Each speaking over one another in a wave of gibberish.

I placed my hand out, silencing their mumbled apologies, "You may place them on the bed."

They hurried with a tray in hand, placing them carefully in front of us. Each blushing and avoiding my gaze before scurrying out the door.

I guess seeing their soon-to-be king in a heated lip lock with his mate was too much for their delicate minds to handle, judging by their idiotic responses.

I reached for the food as River held onto me tightly. I placed a piece of strawberry shortcake on a plate beside River waiting with a quirked brow as he refused to move towards the baked good.

"What's the matter, love?"

He shook his head, "They saw us," he mumbled against my chest.

"And..?"

He looked up at me with flushed cheeks.

I brushed my finger gently against his soft, pale cheek, "Are you embarrassed, love?"

He nodded, playing with his fingers as he peered down at his lap.

I lifted his chin with my finger as my eyes met his, "There's nothing to be embarrassed by on your part, love. They're the ones who entered without permission."

"I know, but.." He bit his lip.

I bent down, licking at his lip before pulling away with a quirked smile at his flabbergasted expression.

"Breakfast?" I asked, holding the plate by his face.

He nodded, eyes watching me as I took a fork full of cake and brought it to his mouth. He smiled as he opened his mouth and allowed me to stick the baked good into his mouth. Some whip cream dripped from his mouth oh so temptingly.

I pushed his hand from wiping it away as I swept my tongue over the area, licking the cream from his velvety skin. Only to continue licking and biting even when the cream was long since licked away.

"A-Alastair!" He giggled as he pushed at my chest.

I thought he'd be in a fuel mood when waking up today from yesterday's occurrence, but he seemed to be but a bundle of sunshine today, giggling and smiling like an angel of light.

I licked from his soft mouth down his neck to his chest as I latched onto his exposed, pink nipple earning myself a soft moan as he wiggled in my hold.

"A..Alastair," he breathed.

I bit gently into the perked bud. Biting and licking in a series of pain and pleasure. An act River highly enjoyed proven by his resulting whimpers and moans. His member pulsed against my waist as he wrapped his legs around me with a loud moan as I bit harshly into his nipple only to lick it gently moments later as he shivered in my hold.

His breath grew ragged as I licked a line down his chest to the line of his undergarment. I pulled it down in one swift yank, throwing it across the room as I peered down at my beautiful, flushing mate beneath my broad form.

His member laid flushed against his pale skin, pulsing beneath my gaze as River's chest rose and fell at a quickened pace.

"So beautiful, love," I breathed.

I don't know what I did in a past life to have earned such a beautiful, humble being to call my own. But goddess, I was not complaining.

He covered his face as he whimpered.

"What's the matter, love?" I kissed his fingers covering his face.

"Stop looking at me like that," He squeaked.

"Like what?"

He uncovered his face as I peered down at him with a loving gaze, "...Like that."

"Nope," I pulled him into my arms, kissing every area of his face that I could reach as he squeaked in my embrace, shaking his head back and forth to limit my attack. I cupped his face, pulling his lips to mine, stopping his shaking as he combed his fingers through my hair and gasped against my heated lips.

Aah, so beautiful.

I dipped my tongue into his mouth, memorizing his mouth like a savoring treat. He tasted of sweet vanilla and strawberry, his flavor soaking my mouth in a state of ecstasy as I wrapped my tongue around mine. Pulling and tugging until traveling down his neck and sucking against his soft, pale skin. Even his skin smelled sweet against my nose as I sucked and bit his neck like a favorite candy.

He moaned and whimpered as his fingers gripped tightly into my hair, pulling and tugging in time with my nips and kisses.

His member continued to pulse against my waist as I continued to tease him.

"A..Alastair," He whimpered.

"What, love?" I coaxed.

"T-touch."

"Touch where?"

He grew silent before gripping my hand and directing it to his member with child-like eyes.

Goddess, he's going to be the death of me.

I gently rubbed my thumb against his head earning myself a soft moan. He pulled himself up my lap as pulled my lobe into his mouth and bit hard.

Holy shit.

I growled as I pushed his down onto the bed slowly stroking his member as I peered into his bright blues with a heated gaze. I licked my lips sensually as I bent down and bit his bottom lip, pulling it gently earning myself a heated whimper. I moved my lips gently against his as I pumped his member in a tightened grip.

"A..Alastair!"

I hummed into his mouth as I dipped my tongue in, twirling around his in heated dance. He tugged at my hair tightly as he moaned and whimpered into my mouth.

"L-let go," he whimpered as he usually did when he was close.

"Shh," I cooed as I kissed along his neck, "cum, my love."

He whimpered as his member pulsed in my gentle hold, cumming ribbons of white as he trembled beneath me.

"So beautiful, love," I cooed as I kissed his forehead.

I stood up as I rushed to the bathroom and wetted a washcloth. I hurried back, washcloth in hand, as I sat down on the bed and wiped his body clean of cum before standing up. My gaze landed on the tray of food on the bed that had long since tumbled over and spilled across the bed sheets in a sea of cream and tea.

A laugh escaped me.

River sat up, gasping as his eyes landed on the huge mess we'd created in our heated moment.

"Don't worry, love. I'll get the maids to clean it." I laughed at his horrified expression as I stood up from the bed, cum covered washcloth in hand, as I walked towards the door and called for the maids.

Each filed in moments later, peering at the mess with comical expressions as River hid behind me, face as red as a ripe tomato.

"W-what happened?" One asked, staring at the mess as one would an unsolved puzzle.

"A mishap."

She looked at me then back at the mess with a sigh before waving the rest of the maids toward the catastrophe.

River hid behind me the whole time, playing with the hem of my shirt in embarrassment as the maids pulled the sullied sheets and covers from the bed. When finally done each maid carried a sheet and blanket in hand as they started filling out the room. Each looking up at me with disapproving looks. When the last one was about to file out I placed the cum covered washcloth on top with a smile.

"Clean this with the rest."

She looked from the washcloth to me with a gaze that could send a man six feet under. River looked horrified as he looked from the washcloth to me. I just continued smiling as
I ushered her out the room.

River smacked me in the arm as I closed the door.

"Ouch," I pouted as I rubbed my arm.

"Alastair! How could you give her that?!" He exasperated.

"Well, I sure as hell aren't going to clean that!"

He hit me again in the arm.

"Ouch! You're spending too much time with Michael," I hissed while rubbing my arm, "he's turning you abusive."

"No, you're just being rude. You don't give a maid a cum covered washcloth." He waved his hands exasperatedly.

"It's her job to clean our things. Even our cum covered things."

River covered his face, "You're so rude," he mumbled.

I pulled him into my arms, kissing his head as I laughed.

"You're rude," I joked.

"That doesn't even make sense," he laughed as he uncovered his face.

I kissed his nose with a grin, "I never claimed it did."

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