Chapter Four #2
I was furious and anxious, but I had to wait.
Time seemed to drag by until we finally arrived and made our slow way to the palace amidst much fanfare and celebration.
I was glad to be home again and gratified by the people’s response, but until I knew for sure about Blake, I was too uneasy and unsettled to fully appreciate it.
As soon as we landed, I took a hovercraft to the palace. I received a warm greeting there from the Guard, and Werros himself came to meet me. After we exchanged the traditional greeting, I pulled away and demanded to see Blake.
“Of course. But I need to tell you something first. Please come with me.” He turned and began walking quickly into the interior of the palace.
I noticed that several of the members his personal guard fell in behind him, and Werros seemed nervous.
Was he expecting me to cause some kind of trouble?
I nodded to a few of the Imperial Guards who had come to meet me, and they fell in behind us too.
And they didn’t seem surprised that I felt the need for them, which was even more alarming.
Accompanied then by the Imperials, I followed directly to Werros’s private quarters. His guards went in too, so I asked my own guards to come along.
“Werros,” I said as we entered the empty room. “I’m getting impatient to see my nobyo. Please bring him to me immediately.”
“A little more patience please, Davos. I have something to tell you first.”
“Werros,” I said, my voice dropping to a lower register. “Bring him to me now. Whatever you have to say can wait.” I needed to see Blake. “What the fuck is going on? Tell me!”
He turned to face me, took a deep breath and said, “After we thought you had been killed…Blake moved in with me. Some things happened.”
“What kind of things, damn it?”
I was interrupted with the door opening, and there stood my beautiful nobyo, looking pale and thin and a bit confused.
I’d almost forgotten how small he was, compared to the Tygerians around him.
I held out my arms to him and was startled by his reaction.
He looked nervously not at me, but at Werros and took a step backward.
“Your Majesty,” he said in a soft voice, addressing Werros. “I-I don’t understand.”
“Nothing for you to worry about, nobyo. General Davos just wants to greet you.”
I was dumbfounded for a moment and then I roared at him.
“Did you just call him your nobyo? I’ll give you one last chance to tell me what the fuck is going on!”
Blake gasped and took several more steps backward, but I was already striding toward him. Two of Werros’s guards stepped forward to intervene, but my Imperials were already rushing to head them off. I think I was completely out of control at that point.
“Don’t!” Werros cried out. “You’ll hurt him, and he’s carrying a child! My child!”
I stopped dead still. There was a rush and a confusion of sounds—roaring and shouting and cursing, and I believe I partially transformed at that point.
I must have misheard what he said! The next thing I remembered, guards were surrounding me and holding me down, not for the king’s sake, but to protect and stop me from going after Blake.
I liked to believe I’d never hurt him, but I was really not in control of myself.
I still managed to turn and with a swipe of my arm, I knocked Werros halfway across the room, and he seemed stunned as he picked himself up off the floor.
To assault the king meant death, but not one man there in that room threatened me in any way.
Not one of them would dare try to touch me, including Werros.
Besides that, every person there knew how wrong it was to take another man’s nobyo in such a way. It was an appalling idea to all of us.
My Imperials pushed his guards away and led me over to a chair to apologetically hold me down until I could try to come back to myself and stop the partial shift.
I was still cursing Werros as I did, and the moment they loosened their grip, I was up and running over to Blake to.
.. Well, the gods only know what I was going to do to him, though it was always unthinkable that I would hurt him. He was so small compared to me.
I was still just a little shifted. My mind was still that of my beast, at least. He flinched backward dramatically, frightened half out of his mind, as I leaned down into that little face and roared.
I admit to trying to scare him, though it was a shameful thing to do.
I still loved him more than anything. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he sagged down to the floor.
He seemed to fall in slow motion, but I grabbed him in my arms and held him before he hit the floor.
I was furious at Werros for going after him when he was in a vulnerable state, thinking I was dead, but I was equally angry at Blake for allowing it to happen.
Maybe it wasn’t fair, but in my mind, I had been tricked and taken in by his lies and false promises.
I hated him in that moment. I despised him!
But at the same time, I loved him so much I was mostly out of my mind. The lieutenant had finally found a way to escape me.
Or so he thought. Because by the gods, I was far from being done with him. Did he really think he could escape me? Ever?
I snarled down at him, as his eyelids fluttered. I could see I was scaring him half to death, and since when had he ever been frightened of me? Since when had he cause to be? I struggled to regain control.
“I thought you liked to fight, Lieutenant,” I said, holding tightly to him.
“No…” he said, his face frantic. “I can’t fight you. Not now.” He put a hand on his stomach and for the first time I noticed the bulge under his robes. “Please let me go. I-I haven’t done anything! I’m not going to fight you.”
“You’re a liar, Lieutenant. I know exactly how much you like to fight.”
He stiffened and moaned at the graze of my teeth at his throat, and then I moved upward to nibble on an ear lobe.
“Fight me, Lieutenant. Come on. Fight me as much as you like. As hard as you can. Because no matter if you like it or not, I’m going to fuck the truth out of you and while I’m at it, I’ll ruin you for any other man.
No one—certainly not Werros—will ever love you the way I do. ”
I kissed him then, my mouth hard and angry and hurt, weeks of pent-up need unleashed. I leaned over to speak in his ear again.
“How can I teach this lying little mouth to tell me the truth? Maybe I should keep it full of my cock. Would that work, do you think?”
I bit his lips and swept my tongue inside his honeyed mouth.
I pulled him tightly to me and tongue-fucked him until he choked and moaned.
He could only take it, and I hoped it made his head spin and his body shiver.
I would show him no mercy. Every swipe of my tongue sent sharp shocks of need to my cock, and it made me even harder.
I wanted his hole to tingle with need too and ache to be filled. I wanted him to beg me for it.
I glanced over at Werros, who was standing by the door, looking shocked. He made no move to come and “save” his nobyo and that probably saved Werros’s life.
Suddenly, I was rushed by about six of Werros’s guards and borne to the floor before my Imperials could kick them off me.
By the time I got back to my feet, Werros had rushed over and grabbed Blake by his arm, and the coward had run out of the room pulling Blake with him.
My Imperials convinced me it was time for me to go too.
They assured me that this was far from being over.
I comforted my beast by telling him we could always come back.
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I heard a loud gasp and saw Rakkur sitting with his mouth hanging open beside me.
I suppose I’d said too much in front of our son.
I shouldn’t have because not only was it highly inappropriate to repeat the things I’d said on that occasion to his omak, but I could see it upset him.
All my children thought that Blake had hung the moon, and rightly so.
But even now, those bad memories could still put me right back in that violent moment, when I was fighting my own sweet nobyo once again.
Hating him and loving him all at the same time.
No matter what my thoughts had been though, no matter what I said, I would never have hurt him.
I loved him far too much. But he hadn’t known that, and I bitterly regretted scaring him so badly.
In fact, I’d forgotten I’d done all that for a moment, because the feel of him and the scent of him had made me wild.
And it wasn’t in any way his fault. I had learned much later on that he’d been drugged and probably hypnotized by the fucking priests and about the other things that happened to him, and I knew then that his memories had been badly damaged.
But I had no idea of that then. I simply thought he had betrayed me.
Blake was sitting beside me, looking down, and he was trembling. No doubt he was reliving that day too and kneading a fold of his robes in his shaky fingers, like he often did when he was nervous. I put my arm around him, covered his hand with mine and kissed his cheek.
“This is upsetting you, sweetheart. Surely you know that no matter how out of control I was, I would never have harmed you.”
“Yes, I know. I knew it then too, though I wasn’t sure how.”
“Perhaps, Rakkur, I should tell you the rest of this story some other time.”
“No,” Blake said, taking my arm. “I’m all right. Please. I just don’t think I’d ever heard it from your point of view before. It-it startled me, that’s all. But I’m all right. Really. You never hurt me that day.”
“I’m glad for that, darling. All right then. If you’re sure, then I’ll continue.”
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It was a couple of days later that I saw Blake again.