Czar's panther walks up to them and nuzzles his owner's leg, eyeing the stuttering frenzy of a man like fresh dinner.
"Your incapability at speech rivals that of a dying hamster, Jordan, are you wishing for me to get rid of that tongue of yours?" Czar questions eloquently, petting his panther's head with a smile.
It purred and prithee Jordan's soul almost left his body.
"No! No! No Your Majesty!!" Jordan all but screams, descending to the ground and curling himself in a respectful bow. "Please, spare me your highness! Have mercy in the name of Selene! I had nothing to do with this!!" he begs, rubbing his hands together and crying.
The knights shuffle uncomfortably as Czar rolls his eyes.
"Jordan, quit the dramatics, you know I'm not interested in tearing your saggy limbs apart. By Selene, tell me, is the Alchemist home?" the raven haired prince questions, looking down at the writhing mess of meat and bones ready to lick his feet.
Humans. Disgraceful and Pathetic.
"N-N-No, my Lord, h-he isn't h-home. Toril Maley is working with Lord Julius." Jordan confesses, tone as low as his self respect right now.
Czar sucks in a hasty breath, ruby eyes widening in alarm.
Fuck you, brother.
"And where is Marlin Stewart?" Czar questions, veins popping, teeth clenching.
"I...don't...k-k-know, Forgive me your highness! I apologize that I don't know!!"
"Your uselessness to society astounds me," Czar sighs blatantly and gestures his panther who happily lunges at Jordan's face.
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Julius bites her lower lip between his teeth as his large hands knead her soft, bra-less breasts over the flimsy fabric of her satin shirt.
Her open mouthed gasps resonate in his ears like a melody of peace.
His tattooed fingers tweak her nipples as she arches her back and moans out loud, "f-fuck...Ju-les!" She barely manages to croak before she was silenced shut with two fingers in her mouth.
"Shut it and suck it," Julius orders, pressing her body impossibly close to his. Her wet tongue wraps itself obediently around his fingers and licks them. She whimpers when Julius nuzzles her scent glands. Her inner omega preening at the attention. He can smells her arousal disgustingly overwhelmingly. Nevertheless, he bites on her neck and sucks on her sensitive spots.
Bite.
Lick.
Suck.
Repeate.
Euphoria.
Her breath hitches when Julius pushes her against the headrest, her body impulsively lying on the hard surface as Julius pulls his wet fingers from her mouth and smirks at her.
The pretty girl hangs her tongue out after being deprived of sucking.
She was a vision, Estella Crowne— one of his brother's main contenders for a wife. A Queen— red and panting in front of him. Her blue eyes stare at him dazily as drool covers her chin. The front of her blouse is torn open and her pencil skirt is now torn in to a miniskirt as her legs remain open for him.
Pretty much always.
Her neck is marked with blotches of red. Julius tickles one of her hickeys as she whimpers under the ministrations of his unforgiving hands. She loves it.
Touching her in places nedeed, arousing her, but not giving her what she wanted.
His hands massage her thighs, fleeting touches wandering ever so close to her sopping cunt but never really touching it.
It makes her heart beat slow in anticipation. Kicks her adrenaline and shuns all priorities out of the window.
Estella almost screams in frustration when Julius flicks her clit but retracts his hand away. So close, yet so far.
"Fuck me... Please...or just eat me...just make me cum...ungh — I beg you— please...!!!" Estella desperately cries, mind clouded with lust and want. Need. Her hips roll against the mattress, grinding against air as she begs for a release she wondered she would ever get.
Estella bit her lip, big electric eyes almost tearing up as Julius smiles at her.
Fucking Sadist.
"Fuck, you look so beautiful like this... so weak and sobbing underneath me..." He leans in, caging her once again. His innerwolf wants to mate her, claim her, devour her omega. Though Julius knows better than to deflower a King's woman.
"...Almost makes me want to fuck your brains out..." He whispers against her cherry red ear, but after licking her ear shell, he pulls away.
Her breath hitches, she couldn't control it any longer. The image of Julius Castello fucking her brains out...it was too much. His naked body, his muscles, the tattoos and the scars. She wants to be fucked by Julius like one of those small girls in the porn ads.
Her heart gains pace as her hands grope her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples while her legs spread eagle. Her other hand worked her sopping pussy, rubbing, circling, going in and out repeatedly.
Julius smirks and settles in his chair while Estella thrusts three of her fingers at once and came screaming something along the lines of 'fuck me daddy'. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she fingers pinched her clit harder and she came thrice due all to the build up and edging.
"Hmph...girls," Julius sighs, though amused.
Watching as Estella falls asleep, Julius stands up, smirking.
"Let's get to work now..."
He picks up his blazer and wears it, hiding his chiseled chest from anyone's view. His amethyst eyes scrutinize her room until they land over a folder labelled 'RECORDS 2018' on the bookshelf.
"Gotcha!" Julius grins cheekily, tip toeing towards the book, pulling it out and open.
"Marlin Stewart, I'm coming for you!"
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Czar's knights run past him, squaring the perimeter and standing guard. His panther walks forward, munching on what used to be Jordan's limbs.
His shoes leave bloody footprints over the Maley's marbled veranda. The house is silent, but he can smell two species inside. A human and a Vampire.
This would be interesting.
"Call Maley," Czar orders. One of the knights fumble for the phone and dials the number.
"It's ringing, sire," the knight replies.
Czar hears footsteps inside. Small ones running. A giggle or two.
"It's connected!" the knight hands the phone to Czar.
"Honestly, not the most spectacular timing. I'm out on a date, you know, who is it?" Toril Maley's voice echoes through the speaker.
"Your penance, Maley, tell me the whereabouts of Marlin Stewart. Why isn't he at my doorstep right now?" Czar sounds bored, which is menacing because when the devil is bored he needs entertainment and entertainment comes at the expense of others.
"M-master! Lord Czar! What a surprise! Marlin Stewart is blimey great! Celebrating summer in Bahamas, I say, he's the safest there!"
Czar sniffs for the air carries a scent of distress. Hm, he wonders.
"Are you safe, though?" Czar whispers into the speaker before hanging up.
"Break in. Capture. Don't Kill, yet."
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