Lust and Propriety - 8. Lonely Amshel

Winter stomped his foot with an undignified squeak, uncaring if he looked like an enraged five-year-old. The prince spun on his heel, his long silver hair flying behind him like a cape as he stormed out of the hall muttering angry epithets about obscene Nightmares with no decorum who could choke on their own improperly soft burgundy hair, for all he cared.

"He totally wants me," Hazeth mused to himself with a half-smile. When Andy glared at him with arms folded across his chest, he shrugged. "What?"

"He shouldn't be skipping meals," Andy insisted as he walked over to gently tug Tyr's hand towards the table.

"Fine," Hazeth sighed as he headed after the silver-haired prince.

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The Nightmare followed the surprisingly quick prince through long corridors and twisting halls. Winter didn't seem to notice his shadow as he stormed along, fists clenched. The pale monarch seemed to have a destination in mind, however. Hazeth thought about calling out to Winter, perhaps kindly asking if he would return to the hall to eat something, but thought he was likely to find himself verbally, and possibly literally, gutted for his efforts.

The prince finally stopped before a tall wooden door. Winter shook out his hands and took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly. He smoothed his hair and knocked sharply on the door. Hazeth stepped into a shadowed alcove as the door creaked open, curious as to where he'd followed his pretty prince and why Winter had gone there when he looked ready to combust. The door opened wide, and Winter entered. Though the door wasn't shut after the prince walked through, the angle was such that Hazeth couldn't see what was inside.

Hazeth didn't know what to expect as he peeked through the wooden door, but it was most certainly not what he had imagined. He had never seen so many tiny Unicorns in one place. They all seemed to rush towards the prince at once. The Montcroix's gold-hued eyes narrowed as he noted the state that some of them were in. One little girl had a scar that ran down her back. One of the boys had burn marks on his arms. Another one was in its half form and had wings on its back, a genetic rarity from when their ancestors associated with the Pegasi of times past. He couldn't tell the gender of that one. Some of the children were healthier than others that looked a bit malnourished. But, all of them sported various expressions of joy and delight at seeing their Prince amongst them.

The Nightmare's heart skipped a beat as he saw Winter lifting the youngest girl onto his shoulders and then kneeling down to greet each and every one of them by name. The gentle and content expression on the young prince's face as he regarded them caused all kinds of havoc in Hazeth's stomach. If he had any doubts before about wanting to seriously court Winter Maestri, they were chased away at the sight of him surrounded by orphans. Rathburn, no, no one would come close to Prince Winter. He would make sure of it for the rest of their lives.

While he was gazing, starry-eyed, at Prince Winter, he suddenly felt a tug at his pant-leg. A little girl with a riot of rainbow curls spilling down her back looked up at him. She had a brightly embroidered patch over one eye. The other eye was startlingly white, with no iris or pupil. Hazeth wondered if she was blind, though she seemed to be looking right at him.

"Mister?" she asked shyly. "Did you come to play with us, too? Are you Prince Winter's friend? Will you read me a story and play tea party with me?"

A boy nearby, with orange hair as straight as the girl's hair was curly, rolled his eyes. "Tea parties are for babies, Magda, don't be dumb." He puffed up his chest. "He wants to play soldiers with me."

Magda stomped her little foot, reminding Hazeth of their lovely prince, as she glared in the boy's direction.

"You shut up, Gregory," she snapped confidently. "Or I won't be your mate when we're grown-ups."

"Awwww, Mags," the little boy whined, looking stricken.

"You know Gregory," Hazeth said as he knelt down to their heights. "After battles and wars, soldiers were sometimes invited to tea parties to relax afterward."

"They were?" the young boy asked.

"Yes, think about it. Whenever you wear yourself out playing and running, you get hungry, dontcha?" the Nightmare prompted.

"Yeah!" Gregory responded, following the line of thought. "Then we can ALL play soldiers and then have the tea party after? How about that, Mags?"

I wanna be the General," the little girl announced.

"You're always the General," the boy whined.

"Because I'm an excellent General, silly," Magda asserted with a giggle.

The young pair scurried over to a shelf, pulling out a box filled with small soldiers cast from pewter. As Magda and Gregory put their heads together and began pulling out their army, Hazeth felt a familiar presence at his side, the sweet scent of sweet peas and snow teasing his nose.

"Magda was found by one of my men near one of our borders. It was Captain Tyr, actually," Winter said softly, sadness making his words heavy. "Her parents died. She was living with her grandmother." The prince shook his head. "The woman was mad. She claimed Magda was evil, that her white eyes proved it." Winter's voice grew so quiet, Hazeth had to strain to hear. "The Captain came across the old woman as she was cutting out Magda's eye. He was able to get her away before she could take the other."

Winter took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he wrapped his arms around himself.

"Magda was only two, at the time." The prince looked around the room. "Captain Tyr brought her home with him. The healers weren't able to bring back her eye, but they did what they could. She lives with us now." His voice trembled and thickened. "She is truly a gem, so full of life and joy. Her spirit is wondrous." A shaky smile lifted Winter's lips. "My agriculture advisor and his mate had no children and took her in. They love her like flowers love the sun."

Winter's eyes touched upon each child in the room.

"Most of the little ones here are, or were, orphaned for one reason or another," the prince explained. "They spend the day here, playing and taking lessons." Winter finally looked up, meeting the Nightmare's golden eyes. "I like to come here when I'm frustrated or upset. Though, you likely think me childish or foolish for coming to play and read to children, when I could be poring over reports and consulting with my advisors."

Hazeth wrapped an arm around Winter's shoulders. "No, that's not childish at all. It's what a Leader of a country should do. These children are your subjects, too. The next generation. You've done well to protect them." He told him with conviction.

"Thank you," Winter said with a small chuckle. "I should have you tell that to some of my advisors."

"I will," Hazeth agreed. "I'm a Montcroix. My opinion is highly valued. You're not in the wrong about this." He then quickly leaned down to press a kiss to Winter's cheek and then walked over to the children.

The prince pressed his fingers to his cheek, the skin tingling where the Nightmare's lips had pressed. He blinked, shocked at the man's boldness, before shaking his head. Goodness, what had Winter gotten himself into with this unconventional man?

The prince strolled over to where Hazeth had sat on the floor next to the children.

"General Magdalene," Gregory said as he waved a little pewter knight in the air. "What are your orders?"

"Umm, I order that a thousand sweetcakes be shipped to the soldiers on both sides!" She giggled and smiled at Hazeth. "My daddies say nobody can be grouchy with something yummy in their tummy," she told him in a loud whisper. "Then the enemy soldiers will surrender, just so they can have more sweetcakes!"

"Your fathers sound both clever and wise. Do they make sweetcakes all the time?" Hazeth prompted.

"No," Magda said with a scowl. "Papa would, but Daddy says that if we have them all the time, then they won't be special anymore." She huffed a disgruntled sigh. "Sweetcakes are always special."

"When we're mated, I'll make you sweetcakes every day!" Gregory announced grandly, still brandishing his knight.

Magda squealed happily and tackled the little boy in a hug.

"You're going to be the best husband!" she told him as he gasped for breath.

For a wild moment, Hazeth felt jealous of the two innocent kids. After all, they had unlimited touching and hugging privileges. A pout formed on his face as he turned towards Winter. Then, a thought struck him. He leaned closer to the kids. "Do you know who I'd like for a husband? Prince Winter. Do you think he'd ever want to marry me?" He asked softly.

Gregory's eyes got big and wide, showing irises the color of dandelions.

"Yer gonna marry the prince?" he whispered in amazement.

Magda only lifted an eyebrow. "Will you give him sweetcakes whenever he wants?" She looked thoughtful. "And let him stay up as late as he wants?"

Hazeth straightened his back and held up a hand as he crossed his heart. "Absolutely."

"Wow," Gregory breathed.

"Sir Hazeth, really..." Winter said in amused exasperation.

"Prince Winter would be the best husband," Magda said with a shake of her rainbow curls. "You seem okay. You should marry him." Her face turned serious. "But if you're ever mean to him, I'll kick you."

"Magda!" Prince Winter scolded, stifling a laugh.

"I solemnly vow that, unless I am gently teasing him, I will not be downright mean to him," Hazeth swore. "I will accept any kicks should I fail."

"Okay," Magda said with a giggle. "I pronounce you married."

The Montcroix beamed at her, tugging her into a hug. "Why, thank you very much for your blessing!" He then developed a smug-ish look. "Hear that, my Prince? She approves. Do I get hugging privileges now?"

"Hug! Hug! " Gregory hooted.

"Very well," Winter laughed, opening his arms. "You may have a hug."

The redhead smiled, his face as gleeful as the children. He then stood back up and walked over to give the Unicorn a hug. He breathed in Winter's scent, already becoming addicted to it as he made sure to hold him for far longer than necessary. "Thank you," he whispered into his ear.

"Now, you have to kiss!" Magda announced gleefully.

"Ew, gross," Gregory said, looking disgusted.

"No," Magda told him. "When you're married you hafta kiss." She turned back to her prince and the Nightmare. "Kiss! Kiss!"

Several other children noticed the scene and bounced over. In moments, half a dozen tumbling rugrats had surrounded them, chanting, "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

Hazeth grinned as he stepped back. "A kiss? You mean like this?" He questioned as he pressed a soft kiss onto Winter's cheek.

Winter gave Hazeth's shoulder a half-hearted swat, but couldn't keep the sweet smile off his face.

"No, no, no," Magda said seriously, tugging on the Nightmare's hand until he bent down to her level.

"Husbands are really, super special. You can't kiss him on the cheek like he's a buddy."

"Hey!" Gregory piped up, sounding deeply offended. "We kiss on the cheek! I'm not just some buddy!"

"We're not married yet, Gogo," she said with a long-suffering sigh. "We'll kiss on the lips when we get mated."

"Okay," the boy said, still sounding grumpy. He looked up at Hazeth. "You better kiss him on the mouth really nice then."

"Yeah!" a blue-haired child crowed. "Kiss him nice!"

Then the little gang of shorties started chanting again, for a lip kiss, this time. Much to Prince Winter's horror.

"Don't you dare," the silver Unicorn hissed, keeping a smile plastered on his face for the children. The prince would have fled, but they were completely surrounded by overexcited munchkins demanding they lip-lock.

"Alright then," Hazeth agreed. "I think you're right. If anyone's kissing anyone, it should be you kissing me on the mouth." he pointed out. "Go on then." He added as he closed his eyes and softly puckered up.

The prince's eyes opened wide. This was not what he'd expected. Winter had thought that the Nightmare would grab him and...do that. Probably with tongue involved. Right in front of the children! While holding him close, maybe leaning him back slightly, so the only thing holding him up were those strong arms, and then...

Winter gave himself a shake.

The kids were looking at him expectantly, smiling and begging to see them kiss. What was one kiss? Just a small peck. People did it all the time. It didn't mean anything obscene. And they were supposed to be pretending to be mated. Hazeth was likely just getting into his role.

It was kind of the Nightmare to ease Winter into public displays of affection, really. They would have to be at least slightly comfortable with each other to convince Rathburn. And it was just a peck, a trifle. It was nothing to get flustered about. Winter could do this. He could kiss Sir Hazeth.

On the mouth.

A deliciously wicked shiver raced up the prince's spine as he leaned forward hesitantly. He kept his eyes open, not wanting to miscalculate and accidentally kiss the Nightmare's nostril or something equally embarrassing. Hazeth's scent tickled his senses, sweet and smooth. Winter's eyes fluttered shut against his will as the prince closed that last inch and pressed his lips to Hazeth's. A wild thought zipped through his mind as he felt a soft, warm mouth against his own.

It was Winter's first kiss.

Even though it was merely a soft pressing of lips, Hazeth felt a shock rushing through his body, almost as if he were electrocuted on the spot. His arms gently wrapped around the Unicorn's waist as he carefully kissed him back.

Winter found his arms twining around the back of Hazeth's neck as he let out a contented hum. So, warm.

The Montcroix couldn't remember the last time he felt so content. Hell, he couldn't even remember the last time a simple closed-mouth kiss nearly made his toes curl. He made a silent vow to himself to figure out ways to get Winter to kiss him more often.

"Children, what are you...Oh!"

Winter tore himself away from Hazeth, cheeks flushed and heart pounding. Three adults carrying trays laden with plates stood just inside the door, jaws dropped.

"Prince Winter, how wonderful that you could come visit," a tiny woman with a sweet face said as she set her tray down on a long table as the children raced to the basin to wash their hands and faces before mealtime. "And I see you brought a-a friend," she added, dimples appearing on her cheeks as she grinned. "Thank you for entertaining the little ones while we went to the kitchens."

Winter stood in mortified shock, wishing for a hole, a big deep one, to open beneath him and swallow him.

Hazeth reached over to take Winter's hand as he gazed at the woman. "Due to circumstances that will be discussed during a staff meeting very soon, I am Prince Winter's mate." He then gave a slight bow. "I will care for him very well."

"We helped them get married!" Magda announced proudly as she waited for her turn to take a plate.

"Really," the woman said with dry amusement, patting the little girl's riot of colorful curls. Her sparkling eyes returned to Hazeth and Winter. "Very nice work, Miss Magda." She wiped her hands on her apron and curtsied. "So very wonderful to meet you. That is the best of news!"

The woman was so delighted she looked as though she was barely holding herself back from bouncing.

"Congratulations, Prince Winter," another Scholar said with a bow.

"Has it been announced?" an elderly woman asked worriedly as she handed out plates to the children. "How did I miss such an important thing?" The woman smiled wistfully. "Ah, and you found such a handsome fellow. Congratulations to you both."

"Th-thank you!" Winter blurted, finally regaining the power of speech.

That sweet old woman had bounced him on her knee when he was just a babe. And she'd walked in on him kissing Sir Hazeth... in front of all the children!

"I-I do apologize for my behavior in front of the children, Lady Hennara," the prince felt compelled to add. "I don't know what came over me to kiss... to behave that way in front of them."

The old woman blew a raspberry at him.

"Pish-posh, little Win," she said with a chuckle. "It's good for them to see adults in love and showing it. There's nothing wrong with them seeing grown-ups sharing a few kisses." She giggled like a little girl as she passed out more plates. "It's not as if you were groping each other."

"Nana Hen, what's groping?" asked the next child in line.

"You misheard, darling," she answered without missing a beat. "I said grappling. It's a way of fighting. Prince Winter would never fight in front of you. He wouldn't want to make you sad."

The munchkin bounced off to the table to eat, content with the answer. Winter covered his face with his hands.

Hazeth laughed, thoroughly amused. "Come now, my Prince. Your bestie and Elder Mason told me that if I didn't bring you back to eat, that they'd do unspeakable things to me," he explained as he gently tugged him by the hand back out into the hall.

"I... Yes, of course," Winter said, waving goodbye to everyone as he allowed himself to be pulled away. "Wait, what's a bestie?"

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Eleven years ago

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"These stuffy clothes and collar really are the worst!" An eight-year-old Felix complained as he tugged on the frilly collar with his tiny fingers, unable to get it any looser.

The eighteen-year-old Lucien had just completed his university courses. His bright mind caused him to skip six whole grades at the tiny age of five. He then went on to get their world's equivalent of a Ph.D. He could have done anything with his degree. He could have been Zirao Zion's greatest Healer.

But, he was Lucien De Vincenzo. His family name tied him tightly to the Montcroix royalty. Felix’s parents, Pietro and Melina Montcroix, had begged Lucien’s parents to either tutor Felix themselves or to find an able-minded Scholar to care for him.

Almost as soon as Lucien’s name entered the conversation, all four adults came to the same conclusion…one that had the potential to unite both families.

However, Lucien had to come to a decision, first. Scholars were highly regarded in their world. They had a high status and, much like the human’s version of the Secret Service, were trained in everything from combat to military survival tactics. Their suits were their uniforms. Their oaths to the families they served were sacred.

At eighteen, Lucien's copper hair reached down to his shoulders, and he frequently had it tied back in a tight mid-height ponytail. Being a bit of a prodigy had its perks. He could wear whatever he wanted, eat whatever he desired, and go wherever he wished. If he took on the responsibility of being a Scholar, it would mean leaving all of that behind.

“Wow, you’re tall!” The child, quite small for his age, commented loudly. His large, Peridot green eyes sparkled as he tilted his head up to look at Lucien’s face. “Will you let me climb you some day?”

Lucien was assaulted with the scents of cinnamon and cane sugar. Having lost his virginity at the age of fourteen, his own scents of eucalyptus and cedar wood were subdued. The redhead didn’t understand why the mere scents of this child overwhelmed him.

The tall teenager bent down on one knee to regard his future charge, Felix Elliocutious Montcroix. “Do you enjoy high places, little one?” He asked in his deep, rich voice.

Tiny hands took hold of Lucien’s face as the boy studied him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, though as children often did, the words were just as loud as if he had said them in a normal tone of voice.

A genuine smile formed on Lucien’s face, one that not even his parents saw often. As he lifted the child up, Felix automatically wrapped his arms around his neck and his legs around his chest. Lucien used one arm to hold Felix beneath the thighs and the other to steady him on the side of his torso.

“…I will visit the Tailors tomorrow,” Lucien concluded.

Pietro, Melina, and his parents let out cheerful exclamations.

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Present Day

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"BCE!" Amshel called out, extending the letter E of the acronym 'best cousin ever.' "We're here!" He was about a head taller than Felix, with spodumene pink eyes, eggplant purple hair with one lilac streak, and a lion head crest on his forehead.

Amshel and Felix were the only third generation cousins in the current Montcroix family line. The two of them were the same age, had similar tastes, and got along quite well. Technically, they got along a little too well, especially in their pubescent mid-teens. But, it was nothing that would ever affect the bond they shared.

"CC!" Felix crowed back at his Coolest Cousin.

What followed was likely the longest and most ridiculous secret handshake ever invented by a pair of bored eleven-year-olds forced to endure an unending family function.

After their traditional secret handshake, Amshel beamed and gave Felix a tight hug. "It feels like it's been ages. Congrats on Lucien, by the way! Such a hunk!" He babbled.

"Holy crapmonkeys, Shel." Felix threw an arm around his cousin's shoulder, tugging him down to the smaller boy's level. "I can't believe it's been a year since I actually saw you and soooo friggin' much has happened!"

Amshel snickered but didn't let go of his favorite cousin. "Yeah, I could tell, especially after your texts! What was it again? 'I just got fucked raw and mated by Lucien in that order'?" He then looked up when he felt a chill go down his spine. "Oh! Uh...h-hey Lucy, I mean, Lucien!"

The Scholar, who had walked at his own gentle pace to catch up with them, was not pleased with the sight of the two cousins still clinging to one another. "Just how long are the two of you going to remain like that?" He questioned, jealousy tinging his voice.

"Honestly?" Felix smirked. "Probably until the Shelmeister has to leave."

"Alright, that's enough for now," Lucien hissed as he firmly, but gently separated the cousins.

Amshel tilted his head as he regarded the Scholar. "Is it just me, or have you only gotten taller in the past year?"

"Whaddaya mean 'you’ only?" Felix shouted in his cousin's ear. "I grew... a little! Lucy's just freakishly tall! It's probably just the boots he's wearing!"

An amused smirk tugged the corner of Lucien's lips. "I've stopped growing for about eight years now," he responded.

With his head still tilted upwards, Amshel's eyes widened at the sight of Lucien's forehead mark. "That reminds me! You never told me where your mating marks are, Felix!"

"I... It's..." Felix stammered, turning an interesting scarlet that brought out the green in his eyes. "I put mine on his chest!" he blurted, hoping that would be the end of the discussion.

Amshel wondered why Felix looked so embarrassed. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about," he replied.

"I believe my mate is embarrassed about where I placed my marking on him." Lucien pointed out with a smug expression on his face.

"Argh!" Felix howled, leaping at his mate, the boy's face redder than Lucien's hair as he struggled to catch the scholar's mouth to cover it with his hand. "Shut up, Lucy!"

The mixed Nightmare couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Well, wherever it is, it doesn't matter. The two of you seem pretty happy. It makes me very happy, too!"

"Thanks, man!" Felix grinned, one arm clutched around the back of his tutor's neck holding him off the ground. His feet didn't touch the floor as he hung against the taller man. "It's been pretty damn awesome!"

As he took in the sight of his cousin interacting with his mate, a sad expression briefly crossed Amshel's face. Not wanting to ruin the mood, he peered past them down the hall. "Is Annish still around? I'm starving!"

"Oh, she retired! But our current chef, Vilas, is just as awesome." Felix dropped to his feet with a thump, hurrying over to Amshel and grabbing his hands. "I asked him to make your favorites!" The brown-haired Nightmare walked backward, pulling the taller boy toward the kitchen.

Lucien watched the two young men rushing back down the hallway hand in hand and let out a long sigh. As happy as Amshel seemed to make Felix, the Scholar was already counting down the days until the mixed Nightmare would be gone.

The cousins sat at a table in the kitchen and talked animatedly while they ate. "And you stormed Elder Galamin's mansion? Sounds like it was crazy!"

"Holy shit, yeah!" Felix said, tossing his hands in the air and almost flinging a fork across the room. "And just between you and me," he said, voice dropping to a whisper. "It was scary as hell. Galamin was a total freak show. I mean, poor Fin wouldn't even talk for quite a while. He made it through, though. That guy is tough, for a human."

"I'm looking forward to finally meeting him," Amshel admitted. "And seeing Uncle Alistair again, as well."

"Wow, you won't believe Al," Felix said, stuffing a lemon bar in his mouth. "Heesh rully..." The teen quickly chewed and swallowed. "He's really crazy about him. They even adopted! Al's all happy and bubbly all the time now. Ooo, except when Fin or Alain are mad at him. Then it's like somebody died. It's hilarious."

"Really? Like someone died?" Amshel snickered. "Poor Allie." A sad expression crossed his face once again as he realized just how many of his cousins already found their mates, even multiple ones!

"Oh! You hafta meet Jack!" Felix grinned. "He, Vilas, and Lee mated with Raj! Did you hear about that whole thing?"

"Y-Yeah..." Amshel replied as he tried to mask his glum voice with false cheer. "Raj has three..."

Felix noticed, however.

"Hey," he said, nudging Amshel with his elbow. "You'll find your mate. Probably some super-hot Maiden with an ass that poets would write sonnets about."

The young Nightmare's statement caused Amshel to snort in laughter. "I wouldn't mind that in the slightest," He admitted. But, what kept the smile on his face was the fact that his cousin was able to read him so well and wanted to cheer him up. "Thanks, Felix."

"You got any prospects?" the brunet Nightmare asked with a grin. "Maybe a hot little piece on the side?"

"Pfft! No...not since the last time we- oh, Lucy, you're back!" Amshel squeaked.

A firm scowl was set on the Scholar's face. "Would you care to finish that sentence?" He rumbled. The redhead had run an errand as he allowed the cousins to catch up and eat. But, when he found them again...

Felix threw a sweet roll at his mate's head.

"Hey! No growling at my favorite cuz," the green-eyed teen barked.

Lucien's reflexes were fast. He caught the sweet roll before it even touched him and set it down in front of Amshel on the table. "Just how far did the two of you go in your...experimentation?" He questioned.

Amshel's back was as straight as a rod as he glanced into ruby red eyes, unable to turn away. It was as if Lucien had him pinned like a hypnotizing snake. "W-Well, you see...we just touched...areas. A-and licked...places?" He whimpered.

Don't be an asshole," Felix said, stepping between his cousin and his mate. "We jerked and sucked each other off whenever we were bored and alone." The young Nightmare shrugged. "What do you expect from a couple of horny kids stuck in a big lame estate with nothing fun to do?"

The older man couldn't help his initial reaction. His hands raked through Felix's hair, and he pressed a firm kiss to his lips in a swift, frustrated move. Without saying a word, he lifted Felix into his arms and made quick, long strides to the nearest empty room, not caring to fully swing the door shut.

Concerned, Amshel had to actually run to catch up, his shorter legs not able to keep up with Lucien's steps. But, he stopped at the open crack of the door and gaped at the scene before him.

Lucien pressed Felix's back against a table as he roughly tugged down his pants and underwear. His large hand immediately took hold of the Nightmare's shaft and stroked it. "How else did he touch you?" He questioned fervently as his hand slid up under Felix's shirt to pinch a nipple. "Show me."

Amshel licked his suddenly dry lips and sat down on the floor, unable to look away.

"Fuck," Felix gasped, arching into the rough touches. "Ah! What the hell, babe?"

As Lucien's hand mercilessly exploited the ultra-sensitive spots of his mate's cock, his other hand reached over to rake the Nightmare's brown hair away from his face. The threaded fingers then tugged the strands back sharply, and he leaned down to forcefully claim Felix's mouth in a hungry kiss.

A pink blush blossomed all over Amshel's face. One of his trembling hands reached into his, thankfully, loose pants as he began to stroke himself. He couldn't move away, completely mesmerized by the scene before him.

Felix allowed himself to be devoured, loving the power that radiated from his scholar.

"Have I been a bad boy?" the teen rasped when Lucien moved down to nip and suck at Felix's throat. "Or does it just get you hot thinking of me with my sweet cousin's cock down my throat?"

Amshel let out a whimper, but the two mates were too engrossed with one another to hear him.

Lucien let go of Felix's shaft to give one of his butt cheeks a sharp pinch. "No," He responded as he clambered onto the table himself and tugged down his own pants until he freed his hardened member. "It makes me want to fuck your throat so hard that the imprint of my flesh sears away the very memory of another man's cock," He hissed a moment before he thrusted right into Felix's mouth.

The mixed Nightmare at the door said a brief mental thanks to whoever ensured that the Montcroix furniture was bolted in place enough that two men could safely mount them. His hand did its best to match Lucien's thrusts. It was a damn sexy sight to see Lucien's movements as he expertly pistoned into Felix's hot mouth.

Felix's peridot-green eyes sparkled with lust and amusement as they gazed up at his mate. He loved it when Lucien got like this. He was so strong and dominant. It made the younger man's cock stand up, and his knees grow weak. Felix moaned around the thick shaft, sucking and licking as he did his best to relax his throat to let the copper-haired scholar deeper. Sometimes, the brunet Nightmare had been known to come just from the sight and feel of his mate as the larger man took his mouth roughly and thoroughly. Usually when Felix was bound and had spent a considerable length of time begging and moaning.

His hands weren't tied this time, however. And Felix was free to reach for his already dripping cock as Lucien pounded deeper into his throat.

Lucien slowed down and growled as he reached his peak, sliding his length right down the back of Felix's throat. "Felix I'm close," He hissed as he clutched the brown hair in his hands a little tighter and looked down into his eyes. "If you want me to cum inside, suck harder. If you'd rather I cum elsewhere, pinch my thigh."

Felix definitely wasn't done playing with his mate. He moaned, sucking hard, but gave the redhead a swift pinch.

The expression on Lucien's face was pure bliss as he emptied himself down the back of his mate's throat with a throaty groan. He then pulled off and, as he clambered down, he bit, licked, and sucked a path down Felix's body. The Scholar shoved the younger man's hand aside as he engulfed the Nightmare's shaft with his own mouth.

"F-Fuck!" Amshel hissed as he spilled himself, unable to take it any longer.

"I c-couldn't decide," Felix choked between moans. "S-so I sucked and pinched and let you decide." The teen's fingers tangled in soft copper locks. "Ah, b-but I want you to fuck me, sir..."

As Lucien pulled back, he licked the tip of Felix's leaking shaft. He shifted into his faun form and pressed his horn to the side of the shaft, sending a shock through it that would force Felix into his own faun form.

"And I shall," he agreed.

Amshel mewled and squirmed from his place on the floor. He couldn't leave now, not when things were really sparking up between them!

"Sir! Please!" Felix whimpered, his dark tail flicking the air as his cock throbbed and trembled. "Won't you... treat me like I've been bad?"

"Wow. I never knew little Felix was so kinky..." The rough whisper from right behind him, out in the hallway, made Amshel nearly jump out of his skin.

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