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Wolfie: "You promise I'd have Yurri all to myself, and we'd be happy."
Sherabo: "Wolfram this is a perhaps an epic of the trails of great love, pain, hurt, betrayal, and rape. Do you want to see Yurri in the arms of another? Even for a moment," she smirked.
Wolfram:" Ah . . . Yurriiiiiiiiiiiiii . . . let's take a long vacation."
A/n: Nerve-wrecking, tissues, showers, update, protective are all words of praise; thanks for the super reviews. I have a tendency to write long chapters, but hole me back if I get reckless. This is really one chapter, but my muse told me to spit it in half. So if you like it the next part is yours, smiles.
Explicit sexual situations, underage click exit!!!!
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Chapter Three: Night of Nights Part 1
The morning after the grand party for all those at Blood Castle, was a time of rest. Many of the guests were sleeping while others were lost in the wedding bliss and choose to recapture memorable times in their own lives; after all the great wars were still a source of pain for many. Yurri, always believed in the good of others, chose to have a late breakfast with his Royal family outside the Castle's walls. He hoped the morning breeze and lazy sun wakening up the world would lift his spirits. Lady Cecilia always with matters of the heart on her mind dreamed of her first love while thinking about the next.
"Mmm . . . your majesty where is that handsome brother of yours hiding," Lady Cecilia asked. She pulled the loose silk robe off of her shoulders exposing an ample portion of the creamy bouncing flesh, known as breast. "Its positivity hot out here your majesty. Why I may have to completely disrobe."
"Mother, that's unthinkable," argued Wolfram.
"Why Wolfie, I have one of the best bodies in the land, that's what all my lovers say." Lady Cecilia smooth down the silk robe that graced her long legs, and decided then and there she needed to design something more comfortable; maybe slits on the sides that reached up to her tiny waist.
"Big brother, say something," Wolfram had turned a bright pink. "I can't have Yurri staring at mom that way; he's uncontrollable, flirtatious, and a philandering little wimp." Wolfram realized at that moment the seating arrangement for breakfast was all wrong, so without asking permission he moved to Shori's empty chair next to Yurri and watched him closely.
"Why Wolfie, I'm looking for Shori; maybe he slept in and needs someone to bring him breakfast."
"That won't be necessary Mother; I believe he's coming down the hall now. I'd know the footsteps of his highness's brother anywhere," voiced Conrad.
"Oooooo . . . good morning Shori, you look radiate as ever, did you have a lover in your bed last night. If not perhaps we could change that situation." Lady Cecilia breast moved and Shori turned bright green.
"Mother!"
"Ah . . . Honey-chan . . . don't be so stuffy. I am the goddess of Love. Speaking of handsome men, where is Günter, I knew something was amiss. Perhaps you've come to your senses, Gwendal and decided to sooth his lonely heart . . . . ." she never got a chance to finish.
"That's enough Mother," Gwendal's voice silence them all.
"He's gone, Lady Cecilia, gone forever," Yurri sighed.
"So that explains your sorry mood, Yurri. So did you send him on some perilous mission and now you regret it." Wolfram screamed. "You Wimp, mostly likely you wanted to go with him and have an affair behind my back."
"Wolfram this is serious and it's none of your business."
"What, you're having an affair with the most beautiful man in the kingdom and you say it's not my affair; why you shameless hussy!" Wolfram grabbed Yurri's ear.
"Stop it Wolf, you and your delusions, I have no intention of dating men. . . Ouch . . ."
"Shut up and eat," screamed Wolfram.
"Gunter left by his own accord, he couldn't stand to stay in the demon Kingdom anymore. . . . Ouch" Yurri wrestled his ear out of Wolfram's grip.
"What are you insane; he'd never leave the Mazoku or your side . . . . Did you drink too much last night?" Wolfram voice trailed off and he watched as real tears gathered in the corners of Yurri's eyes.
While he rubbed his aching ear he turned to face Wolfram directly, "He's gone Wolfram and I gave him my blessing. He didn't want anyone to know."
"Big Brother, what's this about? Are you aware of this . . . .?"
"Wolfram, I 'm not Günter's keeper; he's free to come and go as he pleases," Gwendal's heart was racing inside his chest. "This isn't a prison, after all."
"But Brother, he's your lover. . . ." Conrad blocked any more words the prince couldn't control.
"Wolfram haven't you been told to think before you speak." Conrad glanced at the princess of Coloria coming down the balcony stairs to join the group, although quite beautiful with long blue hair, she could be very deceptive and cunning.
Gwendal ignored the exchange and calmly left the table to go and investigate, 'foolish man this must be a stupid mistake to irate my day.'
Wolfram in a quiet moment wiped the tears from Yurri's eyes and whispered in his ear, "stop acting like a whim, you can cry later in my arms when we are alone."
"I told you don't . . . sniffs . . . call me that . . . . sniffs."
"Welcome . . . . My lady, have a seat, perhaps you would like some of this fresh melon." Conrad offered the princess his hand and pulled back a chair to seat the woman.
Wolfram grunted; he didn't like anything that upset his mate. This woman was a brazen hussy who only wanted to marry for political reasons. She upset the balance in his family and made Big brother act foolishly.
Within a few moments Gwendal returned, "WHERE IS HE!" His voice shook the foundations of the castle.
"My . . . my Gwendal, calm down, we'll find him, I'm sure. Right Conrad dear." Cecilie stood behind Conrad's chair and ruffled his hair.
"He's gone to the east, to visit Sir Adelbert von Grantz; afterwards he'll travel onward deeper into human territory, Adelbert has lands in Big Cameron given to him by King Belar," Yurri spoke the painful words.
"That's a very dangerous man; he's a traitor to the demon kingdom, and scum. Why I don't trust him, even if you have forgiven him Yurri. Why he even has Günter fooled. It's your fault, Yurri; because Günter believes everything you say. It's shameful how you two plot behind my back. Big Brother I think you need to watch Günter more closely and I'll speak my mind against anything that makes Yurri cry." Wolfram's passion flared in his emerald eyes, he would not be contained.
"Yurri, you knew of this and never told me, that's why I have to constantly keep my eyes on you." He tried to be gentle in the face of Yurri's heartache, but Little Lord prince was pissed.
"It was his right; I only honored Günter's request." Yurri hollowed back.
"Did you talk to the great wise one, or Ulrike?" Wolfram continued his chest rising with each word.
"No, he didn't want to trouble anybody."
"This is wrong Yurri; Gunter is a full bloodied Mazoku of the noblest high. He can't live outside of the demon world without special permission. Didn't he tell you that? It's those damn esoteric stones wheeled by the humans."
"What is this law, like slapping someone's cheek," Yuri screamed back at Wolfram. There were so many things he didn't understand and everyone always tried to protect him.
"No Yurri, its worst," Wolfram didn't have the heart to continue. All eyes turned toward the sky.
A little dove flew within the circle of royals and hovered over Yurri, but she chooses to settle on Gwendal's shoulder. Gwendal took the dove into his huge hands and gently removed the small message box with steady fingers. It was a letter from Günter. I'm sure by now everyone is aware that I have left; I ask that you don't blame each other for this. It is my wish and mine alone. Next Gwendal removed the letter with a small red heart stamped on its outside. The letter carried Günter's scent. Gwendal flinched at the smell he'd become accustomed to.
. . .
To you Wolfram,
Dearest little lord brat, your love for his Majesty is matched only by my own, I'm so happy. Until he came I thought your selfishness, short tempered ways would infest the warmth that lies in your heart. Yet Yurri changed all that, except your being irrational. It is because you're by his side that I can smile knowing he is loved. Hold him close every day and kiss him whenever you feel the need. Protect him and surround him with your heavenly love and trust no one. To walk beside the one you love is a treasure matched my none other.
Conrad don't be angry we are forever as one, distance will never part you from my heart. I am well and will pray for your happiness always.
Gwen I've know you all my life and still I don't truly understand your heart. Wipe that frown off your face it will only upset King Yurri and try not to be too stubborn or hoarse. He's really a good king. I wish you a life filled with contented years and many children. Don't worry about his Majesty, I've taught him well and he has you to show him the correct path.
Oh my King,
It is most hard to leave you, but I must. I would never want to cloud the smile on your face with my foolishness, but I must be selfish in this wish to part. Please don't come for me, for I will serve only you where ever I roam, my heart and soul will always be yours.
Your loyal and trusted servant, Lord von Christ
. . . .
Tear drops stained the page.
Lord von Voltaire listen to the last words of the letter, his frustration started to mount and a very unfamiliar tightness surrounded his heart. He touched the tears on the page as he listened to the hollow words spoken by his own lips.
"Excuse me, if there is nothing else to discuss I have some personal business to address." Not even an eyebrow twitched as he handed King Yurri the letter and walked towards the stables outside the open courtyard. "I will be returning to my castle for a few days."
"Gwendal what about the wedding," Lady Celia whined, a playful glint shinned like stars in her eyes.
"Mother I'm sure you can handle the dinner preparations, with the greatest of ease . . . I'm off."
"Brother, that's it! You're just going to go home. Have you nothing to say about this letter. Well, you can't have Yuri, he's mine." Wolfram screamed out loud.
"Oh dear such passion," Lady Celia whispered to the retreating back of her eldest son. "Bring him home safely and be gentle with him, my love."
"Mother I don't know what you're talking about. Wolfram if all you can speak is foolishness then don't speak at all." Gwendal's long dire green coat fanned the air and the ground trembled below his feet, he had to control this riotous feeling infesting his heart; first he needed to admit what it was.
"Dose that include my voice also," Conrad rose and in a few long and swift steps he over took his brother and placed firm hands on the shoulders of the flustered man. "I know where you are going, don't!"
"Stay out of this, it is not your concern, Conrad," Dark blue eyes bore down on Conrad, his heart continued to constrict with each passing moment. Gwendal needed to get away.
"Gwendal, you're his grief. Will you change the circumstances and lighten the burden you've placed on his heart?" Conrad pulled on the slick leather straps surrounding the strong body of Luther, Gwendal's demon steed.
Gwendal glared down at Conrad sincerely, "I can't let him go . . . . Never," With those words spoken a cloud of dusk gathered in a massive ball as Lord von Voltaire, no not a lord; but a man bewitched by confusion and unfamiliar feelings rode off. Gwendal still didn't understand these feelings as love, but the torturous thoughts that invaded his mind, caused insanity to leak into his brain.
Night fall the next day . . .
"Günter, a rider is cresting the mountain top . . . he's coming down the mountain at breathe taking speed. Should we send soldiers to intercept him?" A royal guard asked Lord von Christ.
Günter had just finished his bath in a warm lake; his long hair sparkled in the moon light. . As he turned to the royal guard his only command was to escort the rider away from his camp. Günter needed his privacy to prepare for the solitude he'd imposed on his self. Curious, Günter used his keen night vision and spotted the rider . . . . 'It's Gwendal, this is unspeakable,' he thought.
"Ahh . . . . Guard break camp and prepare to leave . . . . Ignore him he means nothing." Günter continued to dry his hair in the moonlight. That was a huge mistake. The rider gathered speed and bore down on the small camp which consisted of one white tent and a few horses belonging to guards. Gwendal lifted the slender man up high and settled him on the back of the mighty Luther. The stallion never stopped or missed his stride, only a silver comb and brush remained on the ground. The four guards traveling with Günter never saw a thing, as their lord appeared to be kidnapped.
"You fool," streaked Günter.
Gwendal threw the outraged demon lord on a bed of straw. It creaked under his weight and threatened to break when Gwendal lowered his body on top of the unsuspecting man. Günter struggled for a moment and looked over Gwendal's head to get his baring. They were in a traveling shack, used for rest stops on long journeys. Günter was unfamiliar with this station and grew suspicious as he threw Gwendal off his body and proceeded to leave. Gwendal let his guard down taking in the scent of Günter's freshly washed hair; it smelled of wildflowers and honey. It took him another moment to realize Günter was no longer underneath his body.
Don't walk away from me!! We have business to discuss."
"Like hell, my lord. You read my letter . . . . I owe you nothing." Günter hair scented the room as he walked towards the animal fur covering the door. He would have succeeded in leaving, but an arm snaked out quickly and whirled him around. "Lord Gwendal your actions are unforgiveable, unhand me this instant."
"How dare you leave . . . you leave my house for another! So now you sell your body to the first dog that barks." Gwendal's grip tightens around Günter's arm and with his other hand he held his waist. Electrical waves generated in the air between the two men, sparks started to fly.
"It's not your business whom I bed or who beds me, Gwendal!" The shock of their emotions caused Gwendal to step back, as the sparks ignited into small flames, but only for a moment. Gwendal's hand connected with Günter's cheek, leaving a nice pink hand print on his face. He stumbled backward and fell on the bed.
"Demon coward!!"
"You belong to me!!"
"As your whore, or have you have forgotten your bride to be. You expect me to stay and watch in silence. . . She's stolen my wedding night, my bliss. Even now you stink of that women's scent; I can smell her on your lips!" Günter touched his rapidly swelling cheek in shock; Gwendal had never struck him before. The pain settled in his heart. The night skies darken and a chill settle over the land. The elements began a battle of feelings; this could only lead to trouble.
"I'm only a man . . . a man that has love you always . . . and for what!! I'm not the dog; it is you Lord Gwen that looks too multiple beds. I only seek to sleep in yours! Not even my honor would have kept me from your side. It is by your leave that I am here, damn you!"
Gwendal flinch at the power behind Günter's words. After all these years his brain started too unclouded and the truth opened his closed heart. He releases his hold on the man and listened with half an ear. The only image in his mind was the thought of Günter in another man's arm; it was unthinkable. Even now the feel of Günter's tiny waist weight on his mind. He'd seen it daily wrapped in the thin black leather belt, but now desire to squeeze him lingered in his mind. The image of this man in his arms wrapped in erotic pleasure roared in his demon soul and the ground responded with little trembles throughout the land.
"I can't do this; watching as you prepare to spend your life with another plus needing your touch on my own heated flesh. I'm dying inside and you don't even care, let me go." Gunter broke down, a dark cloud settle over his head and his voice turned into a weak whisper, but he refused to cry.
"Never, you belong to me!" Gwendal hovered over the man on the bed. He braced his body above his prey with both his arms and hands on the outside of Günter body.
"I won't share you with another," Günter sighed, he was trapped and mildly afraid.
"Bastard!" The little shack trembled under Gwendal's anger and heated emotions.
Gwendal regained control and stopped Gunter's ranting with a kiss. He liked the feel of their lips connected; his tongue penetrated deeply and searched the fleshy insides of the man's mouth, and awaked desire. Gwendal's tongue roamed over Günter's sensitive gums and they both moaned in pleasure. Involuntarily Günter's hands snaked up to Gwendal nape and he laced his fingers through the loosely tied ever present ponytail that trailed down his back. Gwendal's silver gray hair fell in heavy folds on his massive shoulders; Gwendal's nose started to bleed, as shivers raced up his inner thighs.
"Unh!. . . . Gwen" Günter moaned almost giving into the sweet violence.
"No," he managed to cry out biting down on Gwen's tongue uncontrolled by his awakening emotions he drew blood, which only excited the earth demon in the other.
Gwendal felt stirrings of an erection coming on; there was no turning back. Just kissing this man even in anger caused a fire to burn and it would soon reduce him to ashes if not cooled. Gwendal's mind exploded, along with the roof of the small shack. Moonlight poured inside.
"Let me go, I demand that you release me." Günter's mouth the words against the other's neck but they held little conviction, as he rubbed his eager body against the other. His sexy voice only increased the ardor and fire burning in Gwendal's goin, causing his erection to strain again the riding pants on his muscled legs.
Under normal conditions these men were evenly matched, but as his lover Günter dreamed of his submission to this man. He couldn't reprogram his mind to fight. Still he was so lost in desire he didn't realize Gwendal had tied the bewildered man's hands to the unstable bed post. Gwendal pushed Günter down deeper onto the small bed and ripped the thin night shirt off his sweaty body. Openly he admired the flawless body spread out before his eyes, which was illuminated by the moonlight from above. Gunter strained against the bonds, embarrassed and ashamed but so excited; he felt liquid dribble from his twitching member, hidden under the loose robe till twisted around his waist.
'When did that man tie him to the bed,' he thought, 'Am I so shameless, that I asked for this. Great one am I to be used and raped. Is this your wish?'
"Did you think I'd ever let another touch you! Kiss you. . . . Penetrate your body!" He could still smell the blood on his tongue, so he continued his assault on Günter's month.
Günter arched up; he couldn't resist; his nipples reacted and harden without being touched. The ache caused him to rub them against the soft material of Gwendal's shirt. He wanted to rip it off and drown in the man's body heat hidden beneath the offend garment.
Günter's body betrayed him every time he was touched by the other, he could feel the sticky fluid dripping down his legs, his own submission to this brutal act.
"No, please stop! Not like this . . . please Gwen."
"Why, look at your body," Gwendal pulled the robe down below Günter's hips and displayed his twitching member, swollen with sweet honey. It bobbed against his stomach; if this continued he would soon need relief. Günter turned his head to the side in shame. Both men had almost reached their limits.
"You've wanted this all these years . . . isn't that what you said. Now we can make this fun or rough, understand I will have you." Gwendal pushed two fingers inside Gunter's mouth and instinctively he sucked them, coating each digit thickly with saliva.
"I . . . I hate you . . ." he cried out almost gagging as Gwendal pulled out his dripping fingers.
Next he forced them into Günter's tight virgin opening.
"Aa . . . aaahhh!" He screamed.
Gwendal shuttered, small orgasms racked his body just from fingering the lustful man.
'No, this wasn't in my dreams, this violence, and this rape. But I can't fight him every part of my body wants him . . . wants him deep within my hole . . . I don't care . . . hurt me . . . just do me.' He waited for pleasure to replace the pain but his only reward for this endurance was more pain. It moved up his back and traveled down to his toes, his member still ached for release.
Black tears flowed down Günter's cheeks but he refused to cry out loud. Only his stiff body and slight shivers alerted the other that something was seriously wrong.
Vigorously Gwendal continued to play with the delicate opening tormenting his partner with cruelty. It was shameful to force his affections on the gentle creature, but he couldn't stop.
A scent lingered in air, blood and something snapped in his mind. He eased his fingers out of the warmth of the other's body. Gwendal gasp at his actions; he was in shock. With his thumb he wiped away the black tears running down Günter's cheeks. Next he untied his lover's wrist and set on the bed that had lost its legs.
Still shaken Günter opened his eyes and waited for the nightmare to continue. Maybe his tormentor needed time to decide on a new set of games to torment him with. He took his ragged robe from the earthen floor and pulled it over his bruised body; once covered he gathered his legs to his chest and watched Gwendal who moved near a small window, looking at the stars.
"I won't apologize."
"Then let me go!"
"I can't," Gwendal moved to the door and glared shamefully at the look of devastation on Günter's face. The night was still young.
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Ahh . . . the end or the beginning….. Here's a sneak preview of what's to come in chapter four:
You call me whore, yes in my dreams I am that and more. I've wanted to be penetrated deeply by you for so long . . . so I've prepared my skin with creams and oils. I've brushed my hair 1000 strokes daily so it would fall like silk on your body. I only used my finger tip to soften my hole as a gift to you . . . . .
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