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Byhron

He never drank when he was on duty.

Byhron prided himself with his uniform, and a night as important as this one, there was no room for mistakes.

Every Lathra in Draylth had gathered around and inside the castle, protecting the bahks who had all come to be a part of the celebration. Nobody except those with an invitation was allowed inside. Every passageway in was guarded well, even though the celebration was limited to the gardens.

Everyone knew this night was the prime night for any Mihr Hunter to attack. Every Lathra was on high alert, and Byhron was no different. As he stood by one of the entrances and guarded the passageway with his fellow Lathra Ehror, he listened to any crack and whistle of the wind for signs of danger. If the Mihr Hunters came, they would come in silence.

Ehror cracked his neck beside him, but kept a firm grip on his spear as well. Byhron's eyes stayed guarded and narrowed as a shape suddenly approached. His tense body eased the second he recognized the female shape.

"Ehliza," The male beside him broke his stance and Byhron could feel the energy bursting from the Lathra as his female approached. Not many Lathras chose to mate while serving the Dralan, but a few had still risked the chance and kept faithful to their female.

"Ehror," The bahk smiled to her male and eyed Byhron as well. Giving him a small curtesy, she acknowledged his presence as well. "Byhron."

Byhron nodded back and gave a tight smile. He knew the female came here to see her male on the glorious night. Shifting, he lifted his spear. "I will give you a minute alone."

Byhron left his post, but stayed close enough to still keep an eye on the gateway, though far away enough to miss their quiet whispers. He saw out of the corner of his eye how the male softened like clay the second his female laid a hand on his cheek and smiled up at him. They were mated and in love, happy and trying to increase their family.

Byhron lowered his eyes a little to the ground, granting them a few seconds of privacy as their lips found each other.

Once upon a time, he had dreamt of finding what Ehror had. A female to come home to, the joyous laughter of youngs around them as they sat in their safe home, forever guarded by Byhron himself and his blood. Youngs fed from their parents till they became of primed age. He used to imagine watching his Sahl Amorsa nurse their youngs with her milk and her blood, kissing her and whispering those two sacred words in her ear.

But now, all of his future dreams involved a different kind of blood.

Byhron slowly walked back as the couple finished their moment and Ehror kissed his female goodbye. They both resumed their positions, but Byhron sensed the Lathra beside him emanating a stronger, more vibrant energy than before.

All of Byhron's dreams, once as equally vibrant, changed the day those Mihr Hunters who violated his sister entered his life. From that moment on, his entire life purpose had become to find those males and slaughter them. Oh, but not before spending hours tearing at their mangled bodies, draining them from blood and separating the tissues from their bones like picking meat off a carcass.

Byhron blew out a tense breath. His body wound up at the thought, and in that second he almost wished that a Mihr Hunter would show up so he could have it out and get the ants off his body. The celebration was halfway done, but the moon still glowed bright in the sky. It had been suspiciously quiet the whole night, apart from the faint sounds of the celebration across the lawn. After the fireworks, most of the bahks had ventured home, apart from a few who stayed to take advantage of the liquor, food and music a while longer. Soon the gates would close and the last guests would be escorted off the premises.

It was going to be a long night.

"Do you reckon they'll come?" Ehror, who had been quiet for some time now, finally spoke and looked at Byhron. Byhron exhaled a slow breath again, but tightened the grip on his spear.

"If they do, they're fools." But on the other hand, then Byhron's own party could start.

Ten minutes later came the shift change, and not a moment too soon. Byhron was hanging by a thread, feeling the adrenaline pump through his veins. He had hoped for a fight tonight. Why hadn't they come?

As Ehror and Byhron split up and two other Lathras took over, Byhron headed straight towards the party to scour the remaining bahks. The last thing anyone wanted was a commotion to ruin the night, but Byhron couldn't relax until there had been one. Something inside him told him the quiet was a sign something was way off. If tonight had been the perfect night to strike, why hadn't they stricken?

"Byhron!"

He halted when he recognized the feminine voice. Sighing, he slowed his pace but didn't stop as he sensed the female come to his side. "I'm on duty, Ariella."

The Kischmir curtsied respectfully. "I know, but I couldn't help but notice you seem tense. Is something wrong, Lathra?"

He gritted his teeth and finally halted. The Kischmir was one of the females he had been with over the past many days. He had been with a number of different females, but a few stood out. Ariella was a beautiful blonde female with freckles and blue eyes. If it wasn't for the fact that she loved sucking cock, you would never have been able to tell by the innocence of her face that she wasn't a Mihr. The last time he was with her, Byhron had gotten the sense that she fancied him more than just a fancy.

"Nothing's wrong," He told the female, except everything inside him felt wrong. His eyes slid over the walls of the castle, watching for unusual shapes and shadows.

"Has there been any attacks tonight yet?" She carefully asked, while smoothing up to his side. Byhron felt his personal space itch and his hand longed to shove her away. He clenched it hard to contain it.

"No."

"Forgive me, Lathra," She paused up and stepped in front of him when he made his move to leave. Byhron had to grind his teeth to dust as she leaned in and pressed a hand to his chest. "You seem so awfully tense. I wouldn't mind helping you... ease some of your discomfort."

That was the last drop for Byhron. He knew the Kischmir had done no wrong and was only trying to help in her own diluted way, but she had caught him in a bad mood. Shifting his eyes down, he glared at her and let his fangs extended. "Shut your mouth and do your duties, female. Get out of my sight."

Wrenching away from her, he left the poor female gaping and alone. He could feel the shivers coming off her from his harsh rejection, and somewhere inside him he regretted it, but sadly he was numb to the feeling tonight. Deciding to head back to the barracks, to his chamber to grab his belt with daggers, he stalked inside the castle with fury pumping through his veins.

He needed to have it out, and if no Mihr Hunters wanted to show their cowardice faces tonight, he would head down to the practice ring and tear up a few test dummies until his shift change came up again.

The palace halls were deserted and dark. Byhron walked targeted down the silent corridors, already unleashing his helmet and taking off his gloves. The second he found his room, he barged in and threw his equipment away carelessly on the floor. His blood was pumping, bursting to be spilled or have another person's blood covering his own veins.

"Hey, asshole."

Byhron nearly broke off the handle on his chest as he slammed it shut and spun around. His fangs were already protruding from his mouth in anger, but that voice was the last thing he needed to tip the cup. "Get away from me, vhral."

The Kathmir looked as equally enraged as he felt. Ignoring his order, Ahrron stepped inside and glared at him. "You are a pathetic piece of an excuse for a male, and that's coming from me," His voice was brimming with wrath, and feeling all of his anger shift onto the Kathmir, Byhron slowly angled his body towards the male.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah!" The Kathmir roared. For weeks, Byhron had avoided the male while still making sure he knew exactly what was going on. As the male had said, females gossiped. And as he had been vivaciously making his way through the Kischmirs around him, he couldn't have helped but overhear exactly what kind of male he was.

"Walk away while you still can," Byhron warned, a twist curling his lip. The Kathmir in front of him scoffed and cocked his chin out. He wasn't backing down. He gave a challenging glare before with the heel of his foot, kicked the door shut behind them.

A veil of red slid over Byhron's eyes. The male had asked for it. Now he was going to get it.

Byhron drew the blade from the belt he had frisked from his equipment chest. Letting the rest of the belt drop to the floor, he flipped the blade in his hand and cocked his head at the male who's eyes never wavered from his own. "I've had enough of you and your fucking intervention in my life."

"I've had enough of you as well," Ahrron snarled back, the fangs in his mouth extending. "I tried to be your friend, because I thought you were different from the rest of them, but you're not. You're every bit as fucking stupid as the rest of them."

Byhron roared and lunged for the male. The Kathmir snarled back and jumped forward too, ceasing Byhron's arm. In a rough dance, the two males budded heads before Byhron shoved the male away and hissed. Ahrron stumbled back and hit the dresser, gripping on to it to steady his balance. The rage in his eyes intensified.

"You know what the worst part was, though?" The Kathmir whispered, narrowing his eyes. Byhron's nostrils flared. "I actually pitied you. You stayed in chosen isolation all because of what happened to your sister. I thought you had some heart, but now I see it was all just bullshit. You put up a façade for years, but one little provocative kiss and you jump the females like your dignity depends on it," He let out a mocking sound, and it ticked Byhron the last mile.

Seething, he lunged for the male again, and this time the Kathmir didn't hold back either. All of Byhron's frustrations exploded as he gripped the male and smashed him up against the wall, hearing his hiss of pain as his spine cracked. He thought that was it for the male, but the next second he felt a menacing blow to his abdominal region. Byhron groaned out and caught the male's fist as it made another attempt for his face. He didn't count on the Kathmir being a lefty, though.

His fist smashed against his cheekbone and Byhron nearly lost his footing at the power behind it. It only fueled the hatred inside him that was boiling over. Glaring at the male in front of him, he decided enough was enough.

Gripping the male's throat, he locked him against the wall and threw a solid punch directly against his jaw. The Kathmir grunted and whipped his head to he side as his knuckles scraped against his skin. Byhron roared and kept pounding the male down until his cheek swelled. The Kathmir gripped his strangulating hand and was slowly losing his breath as Byhron lost himself and kept pounding. It wasn't until he with a final roar found himself raising his blade and pressing it against the male's throat that he finally snapped out of it.

The Kathmir had a swollen cheekbone and bruising around his neck from where he had choked him. He was panting heavily, but his green eyes were pure fire as he glared at Byhron who towered over him. Keeping him pressed against the wall, Byhron's eyes lowered to the blade he had against the male's artery in his neck. The stone in his throat bobbed and Byhron flipped his eyes back up to the male who kept staring up at him.

"Go on," The Kathmir hissed at him, his fangs shining at him. "Fucking do it!"

Byhron's blood was pumping overtime and his head was spinning with adrenaline. He felt his hand tighten the grip on the dagger and press it harder against the male's neck. A single drop of blood pebbled out from beneath it.

Byhron snapped and acted on pure instinct.

Pulling the knife away, he roared and sunk his teeth into the Kathmir's neck. He heard Ahrron let out a loud shout, but the rest drowned out as the bloodfrenzy hit him.

He drank the Kathmir's blood, felt his body light aflame as the thick warm substance slicked down his throat and burned his insides. Byhron's mind blanked, but he felt as the male gripped the back of Byhron's head and arched his own neck. Byhron growled possessed and bit harder, hearing the male let out a grunt, but never letting him go. His hand curled in his hair and fisted Byhron's brown locks.

In a heartbeat, Byhron felt everything spin and felt as his back connected with the wall with a hard thud. His fangs retracted from the male's vein and the very next second, a pair of lips were on his.

Byhron groaned and couldn't stop the rush inside his body as Ahrron kissed him, growling against his mouth, biting into his lip, licking his own blood off his tongue as they met. Everything was a blur, but a fever had taken a hold of him and he couldn't stop it. Couldn't... even though every fiber inside him knew this was wrong.

Ahrron suddenly shifted and ripped his lips from his. Gripping Byhron's hair and pushing his head back against the wall, his hooded eyelids stared at Byhron who was panting for his breath. "You wanna know what real pleasure is, Lathra? Wanna know how it feels to come properly?"

Byhron gritted his teeth in defiance, but the next second the male leaned in.

"Shut your mouth and feel."

He lowered to his knees before Byhron could string together a sentence. An unknown sensation was coursing through him, and it wasn't until he felt the Kathmir undo his breeches he feared he knew what it was.

"Fuck, stop, what are you—" That was as far as he got before a groan tore from his lips as he felt the male take his hard cock into his mouth. Byhron's hips arched off the wall and his mouth opened in a silent 'o', pleasure like none other invading his senses. Every nerve in his body shook as he felt Ahrron suck and cup his testicles, rolling the heavy stones in his rough palm.

His head jerked to the side and a pant left his lips.

This was wrong... so, so wrong...  if anyone were to walk in right this very moment... if they walked in and saw this... not only would they castrate his pride, they'd kill him, but not before torturing him for hours. Ahrron, too. They'd strip them both naked and hang them up in the town square by their bleeding wrists for all to see them for what they were; wrong.

Byhron cursed loudly and pounded his fist against the wall, feeling the Kathmir take him far into his mouth. His cock nudged the back of the male's throat and then some as the male relaxed his throat and let him slide further down. Byhron couldn't take it and let out a pained groan, squeezing his eyes shut as the male started sucking. Pleasure soared through him, making his knees weaken and his back muscles contract in ecstasy...

Byhron hollered; With a jerk and a strangled sound, he felt himself reach some sort of high. A sensation so foreign washed over him, it was nothing he had even remotely felt with any Kischmir. It spiraled through him, had his balls tingling and tightening against his body, his cock swelling painfully, until he finally realized what this was.

Real pleasure.

It nearly blinded Byhron and had him panting and sweating as he felt himself explode. His spine went rigid for two seconds where all he could do was hold his breath and grit his teeth. Then...

On a harsh exhale, Byhron released all that he had. He felt himself release inside Ahrron's mouth and felt how loads and loads of his semen spilled into the male's mouth. The Kathmir sucked all of him down with greedy moans, took all his seeds, and then swallowed heavily, the sound of his throat bobbing echoing in his bedchamber.

Byhron couldn't get himself to look down as the rush went on and on and on. He could feel the male sucking him from his last drops like a greedy thief, sucking and sucking and sucking... licking...

What had he done... it was wrong. So... so... wrong.

But there had been no pain...

As Ahrron swallowed the last drop from his cock, the male pulled back and stood up from his crouched position. He leaned in to Byhron and pressed a hand against the wall next to his head, the feel of the male's breath on his lips. Byhron's eyes jerked open and met the Kathmir's, and saw how they were dark and challenging; lusting.

"You're welcome," The Kathmir whispered, giving him a dominating glare. Byhron couldn't move. His chest was still heaving for his breath, his knees still weak from his... fuck.

"Get... get away from me," Byhron forced out, breathing through his lips. His words were hard, but raspy, still coated in whatever incantation the Kathmir had put on him. It had to be a spell...

The Kathmir clenched his jaw and drew back from him, pushing off the wall. He looked hurt, but Byhron couldn't care in that moment. Angrily and wordlessly, the male turned away from him and walked out of the door, slamming it shut.

The sound resonated in Byhron's ears, but as did the humiliation that would fall upon them both if anyone ever found out... found out...

Found out you like getting sucked off by males, his inner voice finished for him, before he let himself drop to his hands and knees in surrender, trembling on the floor.

He was a filthy vhral.