A/N: Sorry for the false alarm last time. I had to resubmit chapter 2. Pain in the ass. I realized that I should probably spend more time editing my chapters because the last one had so many mistakes in it. Anyway, there are a couple of warnings for this chapter. First off, this chapter contains some Wolfram/oc. Don't shoot me yet! I promise it doesn't last. You'll see why when you get to the end. Secondly, SEXUAL CONTENT.
AND hopefully by the end of this chapter the summary will finally make sense to you.
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Chapter 3
He was led down the corridor by two female servants. Wolfram could feel the human magic all around him. He could not see it but he recognized the sickening feeling that a mazoku feels when hoseki is nearby. His limbs seemed heavier, his head was throbbing, and his mind was far from functioning at full capacity. The dining hall was not far from his room, yet it felt as though he had walked miles. As much as he felt like collapsing, he knew he must not appear like anything was wrong. It was proving to be much more difficult than he originally thought.
Everyone was already seated at the large rectangular table, waiting for Wolfram. 'Everyone' was four humans. Wolfram gazed at each of them in turn as he took his seat. At one end of the table sat a middle aged woman with dark brown hair. The Duchess. Wolfram had already met her in the gardens.
Sitting across from Wolfram were what he assumed must be her children. The boy looked to be around eighteen, with his light brown waves hanging in his face. His expression was, in Wolfram's opinion, the epitome of apathy. The girl beside him looked identical to her brother, only perhaps a couple years younger.
The Duke himself sat at the head of the table. He wasn't that bad looking…for a human. Much to Wolfram's surprise he shared hardly any physical traits with Belal. He was taller and his facial features were much gentler. His eyes held no crazy lust for power like his older brother's. They did, however, hold a different kind of lust.
After the proper greetings, Frederick introduced his wife, the Duchess, as "Isabella", his son as "Lanzhil", and his daughter as "Victoria".
The first course was served almost immediately, and there was silence for a few moments as everyone chose to pick at their food instead of indulge in awkward conversation. Wolfram really did not feel hungry in the slightest. Even the smell of the food was making him feel more nauseous than he already was.
Isabella was the first to break the ice. She dabbed delicately at her lips with napkin and turned her eyes to Wolfram.
"I trust that you are settling in well. We hope to make things comfortable here at our castle for you." Victoria glared suddenly at her mother.
"Well of course he's comfortable!" She leaned over the table, showing her cleavage. "We always give father's little 'guests' the best service," she said suggestively. To her left, Lanzhil threw her a look of pure disgust.
"Careful, sister. Don't think that men find you more appealing with your chest dipped in sauce," he commented coldly. Victoria looked down and realized that her breasts were planted in her plate. She huffed angrily and attempted to clean herself up.
"You'll have to excuse my brother's rudeness. He's just upset because he hasn't given his sword enough attention as of late." she snapped. Lanzhil ignored her and turned to his father instead.
"How did your meeting with Uncle go today, father?" he asked.
Duke Frederick set down his fork and contemplated the question. "It went as well as could be expected. Belal is pushing to invade Shin Makoku, but I managed to dissuade him for now," he said evenly. Lanzhil scowled.
"But why, father? Don't you want to rid the world of the mazoku?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Of course I want the mazoku dead." Frederick said. "I only wish that my brother listen to reason. The time is simply not right for an attack."
"Why?" Lanzil demanded, "Because of their pathetic maou?" Frederick's eyes darkened. "Or perhaps that traitor, Weller? Why should we be afraid of them? They are nothing."
"That's enough!" Frederick barked, "More than once they could have slain your uncle. They are not to be underestimated."
Lanzhil looked like he wasn't done arguing, but Frederick wouldn't hear it. "You shall not talk anymore of matters that you don't understand." he finished. Lanzhil's eyes flashed angrily but he mumbled an apology and went back to eating.
So the rumors were true, thought Wolfram. Belal really was preparing for war. Wolfram's heart sank, the entirety of STOPPE's plan finally revealing itself to him. It made him sick. Unfortunately, they had long since passed the point of no return.
For the remaining part of the meal, there was mostly silence with a bit of useless chatter between courses. Soon enough, Frederick had dismissed everyone but Wolfram. Wolfram folded his hands in his lap to keep them from fidgeting. He knew what was coming. Frederick refilled Wolfram's glass.
"Drink," he ordered. "You look like you need it." Wolfram reluctantly obeyed. Frederick stared at him with his copper eyes. "You didn't have much to say. Was the food not to your liking?"
"Everything was too spicy." Wolfram complained. Frederick laughed.
"All human dishes are on the spicy side. Are things not the same in Small Shimaron?" Frederick inquired. The color drained from Wolfram's face.
"Well at least you can actually eat the food in Small Shimaron." Wolfram tried to cover up. Frederick chuckled. He stood up and walked over to Wolfram. Wolfram got up as well. Frederick extended his hand and cupped Wolfram's chin. Wolfram resisted the urge to pull away.
"What did you think of my children?" the Duke asked him.
"Charming," Wolfram lied. Frederick smirked and tilted Wolfram's head up.
"That's what they all say." He ran his thumb over Wolfram's bottom lip. "You were supposed to be a present for them, but now I'm not sure that they deserve something as gorgeous as you." He leaned in and touched their lips together. Wolfram stood still, allowing the human's tongue to invade his mouth. It wasn't so bad. ..not really bad at all. Wolfram's eyes closed. Now if it were Yuri's tongue, Yuri's hands sliding down his arms and sides….
Wolfram held back a moan. God, he hadn't been kissed like this in years. He'd forgotten what it was like to feel so…good. As he began to return the kiss, he felt Frederick's hands glide lower to grope his ass. Wolfram's eyes snapped open. He found that his fingers had somehow become entwined in Frederick's long hair. How had he managed to get so distracted?
Frederick pushed him back a few steps so that the edge of the table was digging into the small of Wolfram's back. The Duke began trailing his tongue down Wolfram's pale throat, slowly bending Wolfram back over the table. Waves of arousal washed over him and he could feel himself getting hard.
No, thought Wolfram, desperately trying to clear his head. Think about what you came here to do. You need to bring him to the bedroom.
"My Lord," said Wolfram, turning his head away slightly. "Do you think we could continue this-ah-elsewhere? Please, this is a bit-ahah-uncomfortable for me." Frederick paused in his assault on Wolfram's neck.
"I suppose you're right. If we were to stay here, things would certainly get a little…" he leaned forward, deliberately pressing his knee into Wolfram's crotch. Wolfram bit his lip before a whimper could escape. "…messy." His voice was low and seductive. Wolfram shivered.
Suddenly, Wolfram was hoisted into the air and carried out of the dining room and down the hall. They reached the door to Wolfram's quarters and a few servants let them in. Frederick dismissed them afterward. Wolfram was set down on the bed and soon had Frederick's full weight pressing on him, sinking him into the mattress. Wolfram's breath hitched as their hips grinded together, the friction of another body causing his erection to ache. They were both panting now, their breathing becoming the only sound in the room. Frederick's hands began removing Wolfram's clothes one piece at a time.
If Wolfram were to stick to his original plan, this would be as far as he would go with the Duke. Any more time with him at this point was, in fact, completely unnecessary and could even put the mission in jeopardy. Nevertheless, Wolfram did absolutely nothing to stop Frederick from continuing. It was shameful, it was pathetic, one of the voices in his head was telling him, but Wolfram was too busy listening to the other voice in his mind. This was the one that often chanted the wrong thing. The one that always told the cold, hard truth.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't want this.
Wolfram watched hungrily as Frederick began undressing himself as well, revealing a finely-toned body. Wolfram shuddered, cursing himself for his sinful desires. Tonight, his five years of pent-up lust would finally be released.
Frederick returned to bed, sliding his naked chest over Wolfram and claiming his lips once again. Wolfram felt his hands roam lower and lower until they rested upon Wolfram's quivering thighs, gently massaging the soft, white skin. He took Wolfram's erection in his hands and gave it a few, quick strokes.
Wolfram was ashamed of the noises that came out of his mouth as he was brought to his climax. It came much too soon. He tried to hold it back as long as possible but in the end he just let the incredible feeling overwhelm him.
"It seems as though you have been denying your body of its certain needs, my blond beauty." Wolfram did not answer, still riding the waves of ecstasy. "How long has it been since a man has touched you like this?"
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Wolfram found that his back could only arch so far while he writhed on the bed and was fucked repeatedly by Belal's brother. How low he had fallen, moaning like a whore for a complete stranger. A human, no less. It was pitiful.
When they were finally spent, collapsed on top of each other, Wolfram decided that it was now or never. He felt the tears well up in his eyes, not because he actually cared for the man between his legs but for the fact that he had no choice.
"Why are you crying," Frederick asked softly.
"I'm sorry," whispered Wolfram "…Belive me, I didn't want for this to happen but…I love Yuri more than anything."
"What?" It was all Frederick was able to say before Wolfram thrust his dagger into his chest. Frederick stared mutely at the knife protruding from his body. He pulled it out and threw it behind him, before laying his head back down on Wolfram. His blood was flowing over both their bodies and onto the sheets underneath them.
"Kid," the Duke rasped, "have you ever killed a man before?" Wolfram said nothing, his body shaking with sobs. Frederick changed the subject, "Love, you say?" he asked, blood trickling from his mouth. "If a man kills for love, he shall have no regrets." With his last remaining strength, he lifted a hand to caress Wolfram's tearstained cheek. "If a man dies for love…he dies…a fool."
The assassin cradled his victim's body long after the life had left it. It wasn't until the first rays of sunlight had reached the window when Wolfram finally sat up.
Humans were evil, Wolfram decided. Mazoku were evil. Everyone was evil, selfish, or corrupted in some way or another.
Calling upon an element is nearly impossible in human territory, but Wolfram's fury could not be contained. The spark produced from his hand was enough to set the bed on fire. Wolfram watched as the flame spread to the curtains, the walls, the rugs, consuming everything in its path.
It was some time before anyone noticed that the entire west part of the castle was burning. It was complete chaos after that. No one glanced a second time at Wolfram as he left the grounds.
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Wow this one leaves my other chapters in the dust.
I didn't make it a full-fledged lemon because I sorta chickened out. Hope you still liked it