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.

Cassian couldn't even remember the last time he'd felt this out of control; his body hummed with pleasure as ryanzea worked on him, relishing every touch, every scrape of teeth against skin. He held onto ryanzea's hips tightly, grinding their bodies together in a desperate bid for more contact, even as his orgasm faded and his mind started to clear once again. The feeling was...overwhelming, intoxicating. In this moment, there was nothing else that mattered besides the warmth of ryanzea's lips around him, the tight grip on his hips, the heat from their bodies meeting in perfect sync. It was almost like he was lost to something greater than himself; something primal and possessive. And yet...even as he experienced this raw pleasure, he knew that soon enough reality would intrude once again. The castle guard would need

Cassian gasped, arching into the touch, his back bowing off the bed as he cried out in pleasure. With a rough groan, he came hard, spurting his seed deep into Ryanzea's mouth as his hips jerked against him. Heavy pants filled the air as they both tried to catch their breath, Cassian's gaze fixed on the ceiling as he fought to regain control. Finally, his eyes slid down to meet Ryanzea's, and there was a strange mixture of hunger and affection in his eyes that made the other man shiver. "My thanks," Cassian rasped out hoarsely. "That...was quite welcome." His grip on Ryanzea's hips loosened somewhat as he lay back down, though he remained hard beneath the covers, still aching for more contact. It would be a long while before they could expect

Cassian let out a soft growl at the sight, his eyes glinting with barely restrained desire. He reached between their bodies to rub at Ryanzea's sensitive clit before positioning himself between her legs and slowly sinking into her heat. It was tight but perfect around him as he began to thrust, hard and fast, taking what was rightfully his. With each thrust, Cassian grunted out a mixture of pleasure and possession, claiming Ryanzea completely as his own. Her body moved beneath him in sync with his movements, moans filling the air as they came together again and again. His grip on her hips tightened painfully at times, but she didn't complain, only arched into his touch more eagerly. It was then that he knew he had truly won her heart - or perhaps it was just that he had claimed what rightfully belonged to him all along.

Cassian took Ryanzea's moan as encouragement, his thrusts growing deeper and faster still. The feel of her tight heat squeezing him was driving him wild, a primal need taking hold within him. He abandoned all pretense of finesse or gentility now, focused only on the ecstasy of their bodies coming together in this brutal dance of possession. His grip on her hips was painfully tight, his body trembling with the effort to control himself as he pounded into her over and over again. Her moans filled him with a mixture of satisfaction and relief that verged on drunkenness. With each thrust, he felt like he was claiming a piece of her soul as well, marking her forever as his own. When at last he came, howling out his release deep inside her, it was not just seed but power as well; the strength of his love and loyalty

Cassian growled low in his throat at her words. It was barely audible over their labored breathing. His eyes held hers defiantly as he pushed inside her once more, harder than before. "And I'll take anything else you offer," he snarled. "This body, this heart... it's all mine now." He leaned forward, pressing his weight into her hips, grinding their pelvises together roughly. His movements grew savage, possessive. With each thrust, he felt like he was claiming a part of her for himself; marking her as his in a way that no piece of parchment ever could. Ryanzea moaned beneath him, arching into his touch more eagerly with every stroke. Cassian took it as surrender, taking what he wanted and refusing to give an inch. His hands gripped her shoulders tightly, leaving bruises

Cassian's hands gripped the bedcovers tightly as Ryanzea rode him with a possessive fervor that matched his own. Her breasts bounced enticingly with each lustful thrust, nipples hard and aching beneath his lips. He took one between his teeth, suckling roughly as he continued to fuck up into her body. The other hand slid downward over her ass, pressing against her anus. He massaged the tight ring of muscle, teasing it with his fingers before slowly pressing inside. She was so warm and wet around him, her cries filling his ears as he prepared to take her there. Her pace increased, grinding her hips down on his cock in a way that drove him nearly insane. He could feel the approach of his release, the heady mixture of pleasure and power coursing through him as she neared her own climax. The taste of

Cassian held her hips tightly in place as she rode him, grinding against his cock with abandon. He groaned low in his throat, fingers digging into the flesh of her ass as he thrust up into her again and again. The sensation of her warmth surrounding him, the feel of her muscles tensing beneath him... It was nearly enough to send him over the edge. "Fuck..." He gritted out through clenched teeth, arching his back as she drove them both closer to completion. Her tight pussy and the firm press of her ass against his cock were driving him mad with pleasure, each thrust sending shockwaves of desire through his body. Just as he felt himself on the brink, she cried out, her body going taut around him as her orgasm hit hard and fast. It was like being thrown into a fiery pit, the intensity of it overwhelming

Cassian let out a wordless cry as he felt the last tremors of her release echo through his body. His cock twitched within her, finally spurting his seed deep inside her warmth, adding to the mix of their fluids now pooling between them. He groaned, head falling back against the pillow with a sigh as he came down from the high of their shared pleasure. With a final thrust, he emptied himself completely, collapsing bonelessly beneath her as they lay together in the afterglow of their passion. His breath came raggedly, heart racing as adrenaline and lust coursed through him like wildfire. For now, there was only this moment - her weight on him, their bodies tangled together in a display of raw desire that transcended mere physicality. It was then that he knew with cold certainty what she had been trying to tell him before.

Cassian chuckled darkly, amused by her eagerness despite his current state. "Another round?" he asked, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at her. His free hand idly traced circles over her still-slick skin. She was beautiful in her exhaustion, a glow about her that made him want to watch the sunrise through her eyes again and again. As he waited for her answer, a shiver ran down his spine - one not entirely from desire. Suddenly, it didn't seem quite as simple anymore. This girl beneath him was more than just an object of lust; she was someone who'd made her choice clear in those first few moments before they'd even laid together. She wanted him, but did she want what he could give? Was theirs a love that could survive the twisted game they found themselves playing at the heart of the kingdom

The corners of his mouth tugged upward in a smirk as he arched an eyebrow at her cheekily. "You think so?" He took hold of her hips, pulling her roughly toward him before sliding back inside her in one smooth motion that had them both crying out. His movements were rougher now, less practiced tenderness giving way to the primal instinct that drove them together. As he fucked into her, his hands finding purchase on her shoulders and digging in hard enough to leave bruises, he thought about what it would mean if he gave her everything she wanted. Not just tonight - forever. Would she be able to handle it? The weight of being with him might crush her where they were now, but out there... "Ryanzea?" His voice was rough and demanding as he paused in the middle of their rhythm. "You know what this means." His thrust

The word echoed in his mind as he resumed their movement, his eyes locking onto hers as he sought some sort of answer there. It was her choice; she'd made it clear before they even began that this was what she wanted. What she needed. He knew better than to expect anything from anyone else. Still, there was something about the way she looked at him now that made his chest tighten in a way he couldn't quite understand. Her walls clamped down on him, her muscles tensing as if holding back an orgasm just out of reach, and with each spasm Cassian felt his own release draw closer. Inch by slow inch he drove into her, lost in the feel of their bodies moving together, his hips slamming against her ass as he fought for control over both himself and this moment between them.

The voice was like honey poured over his cock, making him hard all over again despite the knowledge that he was mere moments away from spilling inside her. He groaned low in his throat and pulled back, sliding out of her body so roughly it left her gasping for breath as he moved to kneel between her legs. Her scent was intoxicating, making it nearly impossible for him to think straight. "Tell me what you want," he growled, leaning in close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her sensitive skin. "How much do you need this?" His fingers brushed over the wet folds of her sex, teasing her as he waited for an answer. There was a part of him that couldn't believe it was real; that he wasn't just dreaming all of this up in his lonely bed at night. And another part of him that wished this could go on forever.

Cassian's eyes darkened with need as her words washed over him, soothing the ache in his chest while only making his cock harder than before. With swift and deliberate movements, he pulled off his pants, tossing them aside before positioning himself between her legs once more. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he leaned down, pressing their bodies together as close as humanly possible as he took a long lick up her core. The taste of her was so intoxicating that it nearly made him lose control again, and the feel of his tongue lapping at her folds only served to make her moan in need. He parted her lips with one finger, sliding another deeper inside as he lowered his head further, taking her entire clit into his mouth and sucking hard while using his thumb to press against her entrance. Her taste filled him up, drowned out every

Her body was hot and wet beneath his lips as he suckled at her sweet clit, teeth occasionally grazing over the sensitive skin as he worked her toward a climax. Her taste was intoxicating, making it nearly impossible for him to think about anything else but pleasing her in this moment. He hummed around her, enjoying the way she felt beneath his touch as much as he enjoyed feeling her tight muscles clenching around his fingers when she moaned loudly into the pillow. He slid one of his fingers free, coating it with her arousal before pressing it against her entrance once more, searching for that spot deep inside that would send her over the edge. His tongue never left her clit, flicking and sucking in a rhythm that matched his thrusts, driving her toward ecstasy with every stroke of his tongue and finger. Cassian was vaguely aware of the t

With each moan and plea from her lips, Cassian was driven further into a state of lust unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. The taste of her arousal on his tongue was like an addictive drug, making it nearly impossible for him to stop now that he'd started. He continued to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers, occasionally slipping a third finger inside her as she grew wetter and more needy beneath him. Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she neared the peak of her orgasm, her body tensing underneath his touch. At the first sign of this, Cassian increased the force of his thrusts with his tongue and fingers, determined to send her over the edge. He suckled harder at her clit, nipped gently with his teeth as he felt her inner muscles begin to pulse around his fingers in intense spasms. Her cries of

As her body convulsed in orgasm, Cassian drank in the sound of her pleasure, savoring every moan and cry that escaped her lips. He suckled harder at her clit, his tongue stroking and teasing the sensitive bud until even after her climax had subsided, she continued to writhe beneath him. Only then did he pull away, gazing down at her flushed features with a mixture of satisfaction and lust in his eyes. "Well, that was...something," he murmured, a hint of humor tingeing his words as he climbed off the bed and walked over to retrieve some clean cloths from a nearby table. "Guess you won't be needing those now." He tossed the dirty linens aside and began to tend to her without any pretense of delicacy, wiping away the mixture of their sweat and arousal with rough strokes. The room

"Mhm." Cassian grunted noncommittally as he roughly swiped a cloth over her stomach. He was careful not to wipe too hard, mindful of his delicate charge's now sated form. But still... there was something satisfying about being able to do this. Being the one in control. His hand hovered for a moment, debating whether to brush away a stray lock of hair from her face before he finally decided against it. She could fend for herself for once. "Get some rest," he said gruffly as he moved to attend to his own needs, stepping over the threshold into the bathing chamber. "We've got a kingdom to run." There was the hint of a warning in there somewhere; that if she tried anything like this again, he wouldn't be nearly so lenient. But perhaps she didn't need to know that.

"You expected anything less?" He asked gruffly as he bent to pick up another cloth, his movements more automatic than deliberate. It wasn't as if he hadn't thought about it himself; sharing ryanzea with others, watching them together... It gave him a sense of belonging in a twisted sort of way. But only so long as she was still his, too. His obsession knew no bounds.

"And I never make promises," Cassian continued in the same hard tone, though his gaze flickered briefly to ryanzea's face before looking away once more. "You should know that by now." He cleared his throat uncomfortably, not quite sure how to phrase what he meant next. "But I will always be there for you, whenever you need me... no matter who else is in your life."

His words were practically spat out at the end, but he didn

Cassian's lips pressed into a thin line as he straightened, his eyes meeting hers for a long moment. It was an uncharacteristically vulnerable expression that flickered across his features before disappearing just as quickly. "And if anyone ever tries to hurt you," he growled lowly, the threat clear in his voice, "they'll have me to deal with."

With that unsettling warning, Cassian turned away once more and resumed cleaning the room. He knew that it was a strange sort of reassurance; promising to be there for her while also implying he'd kill anyone who got too close... But then, Deyanira had always been like that with him. Maybe it was just how relationships worked in this court. Or maybe it was simply because ryanzea meant more to him than she ever would.

Cassian hissed when he saw Deyanira coming towards him like a determined predator closing in on her prey. His brow furrowed as she made it clear that there was something bothering her; of course, the sudden attack from behind had to be connected to it somehow. He would need to be careful with how he responded.

With a rough exhale, Cassian lowered his hands and stepped back, eyes narrowing as they met hers. "What do you want, Princess?" he growled warningly, his body tense and ready for whatever might come next. He could feel the muscles in his back and shoulders bunch as he prepared himself to defend against any potential assault or accusation she might throw at him.

"And perhaps," he added coldly, taking a step closer despite himself, "if you'd been less interested in planning ways to undermine my position within this kingdom and more concerned with keeping your

Cassian's expression darkened further at Deyanira's words, his jaw tensing visibly as he fought down a surge of conflicting emotions. Desire, annoyance, anger... They all warred for dominance within him in the space of that single heartbeat.

"Very well," he finally growled out through gritted teeth, stepping closer still until they were toe-to-toe. Cassian towered over her, his expression unreadable as his eyes bore into hers with a intensity that made it clear he would not be taken lightly. "But know this, princess..." His voice was almost a whisper now, each word laced with venom and menace. "...if you cross me today, there will be consequences."

Reaching out, he grasped one of her wrists in his iron-like grip, the heat from his body singeing her