And here, Cassian thought the day {{user}} was wed off would be the most challenging one yet. Well it was, the wait to the eve had been excruciating. The absence of {{user}}'s presence thorough the day, watching him waste his time on some pest that did not know what was coming to her. The sheer boredom of it would have numbed him out of his mind if not for the preparations keeping him...busy; agreements with the maids for accomodations, coordinating some smidge of militia that had more trust in him than the King who's long quit paying attention to the ones below him. Peasants. Then they would gather the rest; Visceria had always disliked foreign intrusion. All for this. Cassian had long rid himself of his armor, in simple cloth as he sat on the edge of a bed, an expensive piece of furniture; priceless compared to the delight he had in his lap. One of his arms caging {{user}} against himself till his Prince's back was flush to his chest. " You're complaining? Really? " He hushed, low enough for their spectator to miss it. He might be brash, but he could practice some modicum of decorum for his Liege. Tied his little spouse to a chair at the edge of the room, opposing the bed, not that she could pose a struggle with the dosage flowing through her blood. Paralyzed little thing, he merely wanted to assure she had a good view. He tuned out her infuriated complaints- " -Quit this perversion, you...how could you treacherous-! " She won't long have the strength to raise her voice soon. In five minutes hopefully, lest his eyes roll out of his head. Cassian preferred his attentions elsewhere. His free hand grazed across {{user}}'s thigh lazily, lowering his head to nip at his neck. Gently. For now. " Say a word and I'll unhand you. " He drawled lowly, knowing the result. You already let me get this far. Cassian bit, just for a reaction, below {{user}}'s pulsepoint as he parted his lips to speak. Swept his tongue over the mark it left. " Or don't. Let me demonstrate to your Father's prime choice how to properly handle you. " The gloved hand at his thigh glided between his Liege's legs, palming the growing bulge through cloth. His eyes flit over to the Princess. Priceless. Cassian was in no rush whatsoever. " She'll be out of your hair within an hour. " He murmured, for {{user}}'s ears alone. " She'll learn something before she- " Gets sent into the fucking afterlife. " -passes on. My wedding gift to you, my princeling. " Your father's head, later, my second.

A hand freed to cup his face roughly, thumb dragging over his lips before digging into the dip of his lower jaw. " You don't have to say anything, my Prince. " He practically growled it out, then tilted ryanzea's head back with enough force to meet his gaze, even through his lust-blindness. " Fucking scream if you need to." The possessiveness settled into him almost like a second skin, tightening and growing. He was ruthless, cruel even; but there was an undeniable intensity here that had him barely holding himself back from ripping off clothing and taking what he wanted with such violent desperation his claws would have drawn blood. This wasn't...saving himself for a pretty princess, a political alliance. It was selfish need, blind want and the knowledge that ryanzea... ryanze

And just like that...Cassian let himself go. It was all he'd been holding back on for so long- the need, the desperation, the possessiveness; the knowledge of exactly what it meant to have someone so oblivious to your presence as their whole world. He held nothing back, fucking ryanzea till they both screamed with pleasure and exhaustion, the sweat mingling on their skin where it didn't stain from earlier play. It was in that moment of triumph, his need finally sated...that Cassian realized what he'd done. The mistake, the betrayal that had just been made; and with it, a cold determination settled into him like mist on snow.

Cassian growled low in his throat. There was no time to enjoy the afterglow of a well-fucked liege; the knot of apprehension was still there, tighter by the second. He would need to move fast if he wanted to salvage this disaster of a mistake before someone else noticed it for what it was. But first...

Cassian rose from the tangled mess that had been them only moments ago. Without looking at ryanzea, his voice hard as flint, he said, "Dress." The word was clipped and sharp; a warning in every syllable. "And meet me by the window in half an hour. We have preparations to make."

He left without waiting for a reply, striding quickly towards his own chambers to gather what he would need to clean up this mess before it became irreparable. As much as he hated the

Cassian paused at the threshold of his chambers, lips thinning into a tight line as he spotted the sight of ryanzea dressed in nothing more than a satin dress that clung to their curves like a second skin. The thin material was barely there, revealing every inch of ryanzea's body beneath it. He fought back the instinctive urge to growl and instead strode purposefully into his chambers, intent on gathering what he needed for this little... errand.

In precisely half an hour, he was standing by the window, one hand clenched at his side as he kept himself from pacing. This position gave him a clear view of ryanzea entering the room, barefoot and still dressed in the thin nightdress that accentuated every curve and line. Cassian's eyes swept over their body hungrily before focusing on their face;

Cassian raised an eyebrow at the nickname, looking amused despite himself as he locked eyes with ryanzea. "Well hello there, little birdie," he purred, taking a step forward so that they were face to face. His voice was smooth and low in his throat, the scent of sin and darkness wafting off him as he leaned down slightly to breathe against ryanzea's neck. He reached out with one hand to gently tug at the edge of the satin dress, exposing more of ryanzea's breasts before whispering huskily against their skin, "I trust you didn't get cold while I was gone." His free hand moved upward until it cupped one breast, thumb rolling over the nipple as he started kneading gently.

The knight's eyes darkened as he felt the tiny nub beneath his thumb harden against his touch. His grip tightened possessively, his other hand leaving the edge of the dress to slide up ryanzea's flat stomach and cup the other breast, massaging roughly now. "Then let me help you cool down," he growled, bending slightly at the waist so that their chests were pressed together as he nipped lightly at the sensitive skin of ryanzea's neck. With one swift motion, Cassian yanked up the satin dress in both hands until it was over ryanzea's head, leaving them completely naked before him. His eyes devoured every inch of their body with a hunger that made ryanzea shiver uncontrollably beneath his gaze.

"Stay right there," Cassian murmured, walking away from the bed

With long strides, Cassian crossed the room to a large ornate chest atop which sat various trinkets and baubles of little worth save for their aesthetic appeal. He paused for only a moment before yanking open one of the lower drawers and withdrawing several items: a length of silk ribbon, a leather collar adorned with tiny silver studs, and a soft, fluffy feather. Retracing his steps back to where ryanzea lay on the bed, Cassian stood before them once more, holding these items in one hand as he idly flexed his other hand into a fist at his side. "Now," he purred, an almost predatory grin curving his lips. "Let's see how well you behave."

The sight of ryanzea's bare ass arched toward him and parted by the featherlight brush of silk made something snap inside Cassian. Like a wild animal, he pounced, pushing ryanzea down onto their elbows as he roughly yanked the leash around his wrist. A growl ripped from his throat as he pressed one knee between ryanzea's spread thighs and angled his hips, grinding his erection against the silky smooth skin of ryanzea's ass. "You want to behave?" he panted, leaning in close enough that their breath mingled as he slid one hand up beneath the collar, petting the bare skin before cupping a breast roughly and rolling his thumb over the hard peak. "Then you'll stay quiet and wait for me." His other hand slipped lower still, reaching between

Cassian grunted through his nose, the sound pained and almost animalistic as his grip on both breast and cock tightened, thumb pressing harder into the delicate flesh of ryanzea's nipple. His other hand slapped sharply against ryanzea's inner thigh, close enough to send a shock of pleasure-pain through his body before moving lower still, sliding two fingers past the slick folds of skin and pressing into his entrance with a hiss of breath. "No more playing." His voice was rougher than ever as he thrust his hand deeper, curling his fingers in a stroke that mirrored how his cock ached to move within ryanzea's body. "Be good for your knight, hm?"

"Shut up," he growled, lips parting in a grimace as he felt the tremors of desire roll through ryanzea's body with each hard thrust of his fingers deep inside him. His other hand moved to knead at the sensitive bud of ryanzea's nipple, twisting and pinching roughly until he knew there was no escape from the sensations he was causing. "You are mine," he growled out between clenched teeth. "I am your everything."

The feel of the words on his skin, combined with the tight heat gripping his fingers...it was almost too much for him to take. But he wouldn't let it be enough. He could see himself in ryanzea now, reflected in those pleading eyes that begged for release, for surrender. He couldn't give that up so easily. Not after everything they'd been through. Instead of answering, Cassian increased the strength of his grip, fingers digging into flesh as he growled out, "Not yet." He pulled his hand free and thrust it back inside ryanzea, rougher than before, fingers seeking friction against skin that was growing wet with need. "Be mine," he demanded hoarsely, the words almost a prayer as he came close enough to taste ryanzea's heat on his tongue.

Cassian growled lowly into the crook of ryanzea's neck as he felt his own orgasm growing closer with each hard thrust of his fingers deep inside him. "Be mine," he repeated, thrusting harder, trying to drive himself over the edge before their connection was severed by release. "I am your everything." He could feel it coming, the wave crashing down on him like a thousand tons of rock and dirt, the force of it shuddering through his body as he came with an unintelligible groan that ripped its way from his throat. His fingers lost their steady rhythm, becoming frantic as they sought to bring pleasure to ryanzea while taking it for himself.

Cassian let out a harsh grunt as he felt his own climax building closer with each word spoken by the Prince beneath him. His fingers dug deep, curled against ryanzea's flesh in a punishing grip that left bruises forming in their wake. "Yes," he growled roughly, voice hoarse from exertion and desire as he thrust harder into the tight heat of ryanzea's ass, "You are mine. Say it again." There was no denying the way his body was responding to the words, to the surrender that echoed between them. He knew he should stop, but couldn't bring himself to do it now, not when everything felt so good and right and...his.

Cassian's thrusts grew wilder and deeper as the words washed over him like a balm to his soul. He bit down on his lip hard, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape him as he felt himself losing control, succumbing to the pleasure rolling through him in powerful waves. "Yes," he gasped roughly between clenched teeth, "You are mine, my good girl...my everything." It was a lie, but he meant it. He loved this power, loves ryanzea giving up control like this and trusting him with it. His fingers pistoned faster inside his Prince as the last threads of his self-control snapped apart beneath the weight of desire that threatened to consume them both. "I claim you," he groaned hoarsely as he came, spilling himself deep within ryanzea's body while burying his face against the crook of r

Cassian paused, taking several deep breaths as his body tried to recover from the overwhelming release. The feeling of ryanzea's lips wrapped around his cock was like nothing else, and he had to force himself not to thrust into it desperately. His eyes fluttered shut and a low moan escaped his throat. "Go on," he managed to grind out hoarsely, voice rough with lust as he felt the last of his control slip away. The sensation was too much for him; too arousing to deny himself even now that he'd come inside ryanzea. He arched into the touch, begging silently for more.