TW: The following scenes contain sexual content and those who are uncomfortable are advised to skip the chapter if it makes you uncomfortable.

P.S., for you to not be confused, the italicized dialogues are Caspian's imagination while the normal ones are the real events.

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Caspian grabbed the hair of the noble lady as he thrust deep inside her.

"S-Sir Caspian, ah!" The woman moaned in pleasure as the Crown Prince's attendant went deeper inside of her and hit all the right places.

His mind was in a daze and his body was in heat.

He continued to thrust. The woman's legs were wrapped around his waist as they both were in bed and pleasuring each other.

Each thrust sent spasms of pleasure to the woman and Caspian's mind became more and more clouded.

'Caspian...' Caspian smirked as he relentlessly pounded on the noble who had magnificent and outstanding blue eyes and hair as dark as nightfall.

"O-Oh my! A-Ah, the...there!" The woman was exhilarated as Caspian's throbbing member hit her sensitive spot.

The sound of skin slapping each other was evident in the room and their sweat mixed together.

The woman's eyes rolled back as pleasure engulfed her body. The attendant's well-built body and his well-hung shaft that throbbed every now and then were making her more and more excited.

"Sir Caspian, do you want me to hurt you more?" The noble asked as he placed both of his hands on the attendant's cheeks. Caspian's throbbing member almost exploded with the amount of pleasure he got while staring at the noble's clear blue eyes.

He nodded as he further plunged deeper inside the noble and his groans mixed with his breath were the things he heard the most.

"S-Sir Caspian! gasp!" The woman's breath hitched and she felt her body tremble in pleasure as Caspian went faster. The attendant's thrusts became harsher and his lilac hair was in disarray and the woman swept her fingers through it.

"Sir Caspian, your hair's a mess, let me arrange it for you," the dark-haired noble spoke as his soft and slender fingers went to the man's hair. Caspian took deep breaths as the hand made contact with his hair.

He continued to thrust.

"A-Am I doing good, master?" Caspian asked as he pounded the noble and their breaths were now ragged from their passionate lovemaking.

"Y-You're doing... ah... you're doing good, Caspian. That's a good- ugh... that's a good boy," The young noble spoke and his arms went around Caspian's shoulders.

His master's moans were the only thing that mattered to him. It was the only sound he wanted to hear.

Caspian continued to thrust deeper inside his master as his lips found their way toward his master.

"Oh... ugh... S-Sir Caspian! I'm... I'm about to reach my limit!" The woman hugged the attendant as their bodies were now practically left with no space.

Caspian quickly removed his hot and throbbing shaft from inside the woman as he jerked himself off.

The reddish head of his member continued to entice the woman as she also changed her position and placed her head near the attendant's pulsing shaft.

Caspian closed his eyes as his hands wrapped around him and started to go up and down faster.

He breathed hard as he leaned his head back and pleasure coursed through his body.

Splurt~

The attendant's essence squirted out from his member directly onto the woman's face and the noble lady who had black hair opened her mouth to eagerly taste her beloved attendant's essence.

Caspian took deep breaths as his member continued to release his pent-up lust.

"Haah... haaah" He looked down. The head that had black hair was eagerly lapping at the head.

He combed his fingers at the woman's luscious black hair.

"That's a very good boy, Caspian. I really like your essence," His master spoke as the dark-haired noble continued to lick his shaft.

Caspian felt his heart quiver and his body tremble at the continuous praises he got from his master.

"T-Thank you, master"

"Was that good, Sir Caspian?" The woman looked up while the shaft was still inside her mouth and their eyes met.

Brown eyes met his and his mind went blank

'No... this is not him...' He thought as he pushed the woman's head off of him.

"Get off," He commanded as he lay on the bed.

The woman stared with wide eyes at the attendant's sudden change of attitude.

"B-But Sir Caspian!" She yelled and Caspian closed his eyes.

"Get off or I'll have your head hung by the palace walls," He spoke in a cold voice and the woman whom he had just been inside a minute ago shivered in fear.

She quickly grabbed her clothes which were scattered on the floor of the bed and left the room.

The door closed with a loud noise and Caspian sighed.

His naked body was fully displayed as there and he did not bother covering it.

"Young master" He whispered as he trailed his hand down towards his limp member.

"Hmmm... do you want to be inside me again, Caspian?" The dark-haired noble asked and Caspian eagerly nodded his head.

"Y-Yes, master!" He spoke in excitement.

His limp member started to grow again and become hard.

He wanted to be inside that noble.

To feel the noble's insides wrap around his member.

To feel their skin touching each other.

To fill the noble with the essence he had.

To make him completely his.

It was a long night of him pleasuring himself while thinking of a certain noble who had striking blue eyes and the most beautiful face he had ever seen.

"Hurt me more"

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"Sho, when do we shtart the operation?" Pier asked as they both sat on the corners of the training area they were in.

"When everything is ready" Ciaran replied as he was observing the young master who was chewing on a piece of fruit.

"Weady? I've been here fow a month now when will we be weady?" Pier asked with his mouth full.

He did not really care if he seemed mannerless because he was so hungry right after training his magic with the vampire who seemed to never run out of stamina.

"You're impatient," Ciaran pointed out as he stood up to grab a clean cloth from the corner where their consumables while they trained, were placed.

He then sat back beside the young master as he grabbed Pier's cheeks with his large hands and made the young master face his direction.

He started to wipe off the sweat on Pier's forehead, the juices of the fruit that was staining Pier's cloak, and overall removed any unnecessary dirt on the young master's face.

He was amazed at how childlike Pier was especially when he becomes hungry.

"I'm impatient?" Pier asked after gulping the food and Ciaran nodded his head.

"Yes," the man replied as he did not hesitate to close the distance between them and bury his face on the young master's neck.

Pier rolled his eyes at how clingy the vampire was.

Every single time Ciaran gets the opportunity, he would bury his face in his neck which would leave Pier awkward and unsure of what to do.

"Get your face off of my neck, idiot vampire prince," Pier spoke but the man remained unmoving.

It was all new to him and he was doubtful of what to do.

Should he remove Ciaran's head? Well even if he did so it would be a bloody battle to finish.

"I don't want to," He lowly spoke.

"Why not?"

"You smell good"

"There are other better scents than the sweet fruits you constantly tell me," Pier told him and forcefully grabbed Ciaran's hair.

The green-eyed man grunted as his face was removed from his safe place. He had a frown on his face as he stared at the noble who was glaring at him.

"But I like your scent the most!" He spoke in an angry tone and Pier had to flick his fingers on Ciaran's forehead.

"Don't yell at me."

"I...I'm sorry" Ciaran spoke as he bowed his head.

Pier only rolled his eyes at how Ciaran was truly acting like a dog.

'Just like half of his self is' He huffed as he let go of Ciaran's hair and stood up.

He opened his palm and without any incantation, his ice sword formed.

He turned his body to face Ciaran and he pointed his sword at the man's face.

"Duel with me," He challenged Ciaran but the man only had an expressionless gaze at him.

"What's wrong?" He asked and Ciaran continued to stare at him emotionlessly.

Pier gritted his teeth as he watched Ciaran's reactions.

'There he goes treating me like a child again' He rolled his eyes as he leaped back.

In all actuality, it was not just a leap but his wind magic automatically assisted his body making him leap a few meters back.

"Let's make a deal," Pier proposed and Ciaran's eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"If I win, you'll leave me alone for the moment until I say so," He spoke and Ciaran's eyebrows furrowed again.

He had another frown on his face as he remained seated on the patch of grasses where they have been sitting earlier.

"And if I win?" He asked and Pier looked up to try and catch an idea of what he could propose to the vampire prince to agree with the duel.

"You can do one thing that you want?" Pier thoughtlessly spoke as he was trying to weigh the consequences if he lost. He was still deciding whether it would be good but it seemed like the vampire prince already decided it was a good bet.

"Okay"

"Wait- what?!" Pier had a surprised look on his face.

"The duel, let's do it" Ciaran spoke as he got up from his sitting position and proceeded to stand at the other side of the clearing opposite to Pier.

"H-Hey, I haven't agreed to it yet!"

"Well, I did. Let's start, Frosty" He spoke as his eyes gave a golden glow and he disappeared from Pier's sight.

'Fuck'

Pier cursed as he turned his body around and defended with the ice sword in his hand.

Immediately, Ciaran's figure reappeared from the shadows and there was now dark energy surrounding the man's fist. The dark energy seemed like it would burn Pier if it hits him so he defended well with his sword.

Argh!

He grunted when Ciaran's fist and his sword came in contact. The dark energy surrounding the man's bare hands was protecting Ciaran from the sharp edge of the blade.

"That's pretty unfair, you know," Pier spoke as he forcefully slashed his sword which caused Ciaran to leap a few meters away from him.

"What's unfair?" Ciaran asked as he charged towards Pier again and this time, his speed was unmatchable as a silhouette of his shadow was the only thing that could be seen.

"You using your evil powers," the young master commented as the ice sword disappeared from his hand and instead, he placed his hand on the ground and made sure that his palm was directed at it.

"Burn" He spoke a short incantation and the ground trembled before an obvious outline of a circle was drawn around him.

Ciaran's figure that was approaching the young master at a very fast pace stopped abruptly when fire started to come out of the ground and followed the circle outline that surrounded Pier.

Knowing Ciaran's magic was both darkness and he was able to manipulate shadows, he was unable to approach the fire circle Pier created around him. It was large enough that it covered a few meters starting from the young master's feet and it was tall enough to almost reach the trees above them.

Luckily it did not or Pier would probably cause a forest fire with his magic.

"Now this is what you call unfair," Ciaran spoke as he readied himself.

The outline started to spread from the circle that surrounded Pier towards the area where they were currently fighting.

Fire started to come out from the outline as if it was a crack that produced flames from hell.

Ciaran's eyebrows furrowed and he stepped back as the cracks that produced fire were basically all around him.

He looked in the direction where Pier had been and as he had guessed, the young master was not there anymore.

Woosh!

The ice sword that came out of nowhere appeared from his side and missed Ciaran by the distance of a mere breath.

Ciaran quickly jumped back as to avoid the sudden attacks Pier was doing while at the same time, trying to not land on any of the random cracks that appeared on the ground.

He did not know why but Pier's fire magic was different than the other fire magics he had seen. It was more intense and even getting burned a little bit would cause serious damage.

"What's unfair?" Pier asked as he proudly stood amidst the raging fire that came out of the cracks.

It was his magic, of course, the caster won't get hurt.

His standing figure that held an ice sword in one hand while he held his head high was a sight to behold.

Ciaran found himself admiring the beauty of the young master's battle stance even though he was getting cornered with how little the space that he can move in was.

"Using your abnormal flame magic," He commented and Pier glared at him.

"There's nothing wrong with my fire magic!" He seethed in anger as he charged towards Ciaran again who was standing on a spot that had no cracks.

The young master's sword and the Vampire Prince's dark energy-infused fist met mid-air multiple times.

The force of their attacks was so great that Pier's flames that sprouted from the ground constantly swayed with the amount of pressure the two were creating.

Pier was getting more and more aggressive and the vampire prince was getting pushed back.

Huff!

Ciaran scoffed as the ice sword was starting to pierce the dark energy covering his fists.

He had nowhere to step back anymore as well.

Threatened of losing against the student he was training at the same time, he raised his hands above.

"Gather"

He spoke and darkness started to spread from his feet.

He was also the one who taught Pier the spell of creating cracks on the ground that produced fire.

Well, not really. Pier just observed him do it and the young master was able to copy his spell's concept of creating an area that was advantageous for him.

The darkness quickly engulfed the cracks that were spread around their battle area and it covered the flames that were coming out of the ground.

"Hmp! Evil powers are truly evil!" Pier remarked as he stopped attacking the Alpha wolf.

Ciaran chuckled as he lightly stepped on the field that was now fully covered in darkness.

"We're both unfair, let's just put it that way," He spoke and this time, Pier had no time to react as Ciaran appeared right in front of him and punched the sword that was defending him.

He flew a few feet away with the immense force of Ciaran's attack but quickly composed himself as he landed on two feet with his wind magic.

"Impressive," Ciaran praised Pier and the latter only rolled his eyes at him.

"Of course, I am," Pier spoke as another sword formed in his hands.

He wielded his fire and ice sword in each hand as he slashed them and it slightly shook the darkness that was under his feet.

The two grinned as they both charged towards each other.

Ciaran's characteristics of a vampire and a wolf at the same time gave him outstanding power and speed.

Pier's magic that was quickly developing at an unmatchable speed was also not to scoff at. His fire and ice sword that was able to pierce almost anything when wielded at the same time dealt massive damage to the enemies it comes in contact with. Along with his wind magic that assisted his movements, he was already comparable to Ciaran's speed.

The two clashed.

Each of their attacks shook the darkness that Ciaran created.

However, the two also had wide grins on their face as they faced off against each other.

Pier's outstanding battle prowess and magic creation challenged Ciaran.

Ciaran's remarkable constituent of speed, strength, and magic control also challenged Pier.

They constantly learn and grow by battling each other.

Their clash continued for a few more minutes.

Pier's swords created gaps in Ciaran's domain of darkness which allowed his domain of fire to seep through again.

It was a sight that would take anyone's breath.

Imagine a field that was covered in darkness with some parts burning due to Pier's fire magic.

However, everything could not last forever.

One would get eventually tired and Ciaran's origin of a wolf and vampire exceeded Pier's human limits in stamina and energy.

Thud!

The young master fell on his back and both of his swords disappeared from draining his magic.

Ciaran stood in front of him.

Slowly, the darkness that encompassed the field started to gather back in Ciaran's feet until everything went back to normal. The cracks on the ground that produced the burning flame magic also disappeared.

"I-I surrender..." Pier spoke as he breathed hard.

Ciaran was also half drained. Pier's attacks were so fierce and aggressive that he had to use more protective magic than usual and exert more effort in doing attacks to pierce through the dual swords.

The green-eyed man smirked as he watched the young master calm down after catching his breath.

"I guess I won," He spoke in a lowly manner and his baritone voice reached Pier's ears.

The young master glared at the vampire prince as he saw that Ciaran was starting to walk towards him.

Step

Step

Step

"Ciaran Fenrir, I swear to god-"

"Promises are promises. No god can help you now," Ciaran spoke as he lifted the tired young master in his arms.

He did not hesitate as he closed the distance between their faces and his lips found the young master's.