A/N: An extension for chapter 91 so you guys know this still has some intimate scenes that if you are uncomfortable reading, should skip. This will not do anything significant with the plot and the next chapters. This story is marked as MATURE for a reason.
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"Pier..." The young master groaned as he felt Ciaran shuffle under the sheets beside him and was touching his arm.
"What is it?" He asked tiredly. His body was somehow sore but it wasn't too much.
Ciaran was too careful with him when they did it and not once did the prince break his promise of being gentle.
"Can..." He trailed off and Pier immediately knew what he wanted.
"No."
"But-" Ciaran tried to counter yet Pier wasn't budging. Not now.
"We did it plenty of times already. Get some sleep." He grumbled while closing his eyes again. He was tired since his body cannot heal the lost energy and thus, Pier had to recharge.
He did not hear Ciaran speak anymore which signified Pier that the former had finally come into conclusion that he was tired.
However, before the white-haired noble could finally go back into his sleep, Ciaran started to shuffle again beside him and poke his arms that was covered in marks.
"Pier..." He groaned at the voice.
It was needy and desperate.
'This is what I fear when we do it. He doesn't get tired.' Pier clicked his tongue and fully covered himself with the soft blanket.
'Oh to be a vampire and a lycan that has incredible stamina.' He was annoyed with it. Not at Ciaran but with his origin if that even made sense.
"Please?" The prince asked him and Ciaran started to caress his still cum coated stomach.
Pier did not bother showering anymore because ever since they did it for the first time hours ago, Ciaran was like a bunny in heat that was humping him constantly. He did not let Pier get off of the bed without making sure the young master would be filled with his own essence.
'I feel weird.' He grumbled under his breath.
However, one good thing was that the golden glow on Ciaran's eyes started to simmer down into a fainter version than what Pier saw back at the cave and earlier.
"Pier, please make love with me." He formally asked and Pier fisted the sheets covering him.
"I will do all of the work. Please? Hmm?" The prince persuaded while kissing Pier's shoulder.
'Soft.' Ciaran observed the porcelain skin that he really loved to touch.
"Ciaran, how many times did we do it already?" Pier asked with a groggy voice and the latter actually tried to think about it.
"... I... hmmm... I lost count." He was even looking up at the ceiling as he tried to remember the moments they shared together.
But instead, it gave Ciaran another hard-on. Memories of how Pier was moaning underneath him continuously replayed on his mind and the erotic noises that came out of the white-haired noble's mouth was turning him on again.
"You're unbelievable." Pier scoffed and did not speak anymore.
Grinning, Ciaran chuckled as he fully removed the blanket covering the both of them.
'Wow.' Behold, Pier's body was once more exposed in Ciaran's eyes.
'So many marks. I think I bit everywhere.' Ciaran's hands caressed each bite mark carefully.
The slender waist had the trail of his handprints as all the while they did it, Ciaran was continuously squeezing Pier's hips to add more in the pleasure the latter felt.
'His refreshing scent is mixed with mine too.' His nose delved into the beautiful white locks and inhaled Pier's scent. The smell of erotic and serenating scent combined together made him harder down there.
That's what Ciaran was mostly proud of.
His own scent, his own essence. Pier was reeking all of those that he knew other creatures who saw him would instantly know of whom his lover was.
"Pier, can you turn on your side?" He asked politely.
'Mhm, he looks even more beautiful than ever.' He observed Pier's annoyed face.
The young master sighed before he faced the other direction and Ciaran immediately closed the distance between their bodies.
'I want to kiss him first.' Deciding on what he wanted to do, Ciaran moved his face closer towards Pier and he made sure that the young master was laying on top of his arm.
Turning Pier's head slightly with the arm he was sleeping on, Ciaran kissed him.
'I can't get enough of this.' He thought while snaking his tongue inside Pier's mouth. He did not even need to ask permission anymore as Pier was letting him do what he wanted.
"Mhmm..." Pier moaned into the kiss and Ciaran's pride was further lifted higher when he heard the sensual sound.
'Fuck, I want to be inside him again.' While making out with Pier, Ciaran guided his shaft towards the young master's entrance again. The evidence of their last intercourse earlier was still there and Ciaran chuckled with his own work.
'I'll clean him up later when we finish.'
Pushing his manhood further in the entrance, Ciaran groaned at the feeling of Pier absorbing his length.
"Pier... haah..." He breathed when their lips departed. Pier was once more, a mess as Ciaran started to enter him but this time, pain was no longer an issue but the pleasure coursing through the young master's body.
Ciaran fully went inside Pier and he let his shaft rest there for a few moments. Just enjoying the warm velvety walls that were enclosing around him like it doesn't want to let him go anytime soon.
"Fenrir... hnggh..." Pier moaned with his eyes closed.
"I'll move now." He informed Pier and started to thrust again.
Heat was consuming his entire body and Ciaran lost himself in the pleasure of their passion.
Their moans mixed together to create a harmonious series of erotic sounds that would make even the most experienced person be in shame.
'God, he's so tight.' Ciaran groaned at the feeling of tightness. No matter how many times they have done it already, Pier was still so tight that Ciaran was starting to wonder how many times he could still go.
'I want to do this everyday...' He hummed while kissing the back of Pier's neck and occasionally biting him. His thrusts were sending the young master in pure ecstasy.
His thrusts started to become faster and Ciaran was also once more losing his rationality. He had been dreaming of doing this with Pier ever since they both first kissed during their training months ago.
There was never a day where Ciaran couldn't help but think of Pier. But it wasn't always about sex.
Ciaran was thinking daily of him and how much he liked Pier. The intimate scenes were only a bonus into his own imagination.
'Pier... he's mine. He's mine.' He repeated in his head and his shaft continued to penetrate the young master's entrance.
Squelching noises could be heard as the remnants of their love making earlier served as the lube in making him enter easier despite Pier's tightness.
There were also slapping noises as Ciaran's thrust were gentle yet strong.
He wasn't too rough because that would mess up Pier's body. Instead, he was thrusting on a regular pace while making sure it reached until Pier's prostate and triggering the pleasure for him.
That was based on Ciaran's standards though. It was another case for Pier.
He thought Ciaran was a beast that was mercilessly pounding him quickly.
Their bodies were sweating despite the cold weather outside. The entire room itself was cold proof that not even a single breeze of the cold winter winds was able to enter.
"Does it feel good? Am I pleasuring you too?" He asked while looking at every expression Pier made.
"Y-Yeah..." The young master responded with a shaky and trembling voice.
Ciaran couldn't get enough of how good it was. It was making him crazy the longer he stayed inside Pier.
He lifted Pier's leg and placed it on top of his own legs making Pier gasp. Ciaran's shaft was now reaching deeper inside of him and it was reaching new heights that was surprising him so much.
"F-Fenrir!" Pier breathed hard when Ciaran's thrust continued to get faster and the strokes were getting rougher.
"Pier... my love... It's so good. Your warmth is surrounding me." He bit Pier's ear and thrusted again.
Ciaran continued to repeat the action. Penetrate Pier with his shaft and make love with the young master.
Faster and faster until he felt himself come to a release.
But he did not want to be the one who would have a release. He always wanted to come with Pier at the same time. Thus, Ciaran's hand encircled around Pier's own shaft that was dripping with his essence and started pumping it.
"Ah... Fenrir... Ahh!" Pier moaned multiple times while he was being pleasured from both front and back.
"Pier... Pier... I love you so much." Ciaran breathed in his ear.
"Let's have our release together." With one final thrust, Ciaran pushed his manhood up to the hilt again making Pier's eyes widen at the action.
Releasing his essence inside Pier, Ciaran kissed him again and the two were engaged in a passionate make out. It was the same for Pier. He also released his essence on the sheets.
Once Ciaran released his load, he thrusted a few more times as if completely spreading his cum inside Pier and making sure the walls were well coated.
"I told you I'd treasure every inch of your walls when I'm inside you, right?" He asked while hugging Pier close. The still hard shaft now rested inside Pier again.
"F-Fenrir... take it out... Hnnghh.." Pier groaned when he tried to move because it only caused friction between the prince's shaft and his insides. The large manhood rubbing him who had been sore.
"Again?" Ciaran teased him while slowly removing himself out of Pier.
"T-That's it... take it out... please." Pier tiredly spoke but before Ciaran could fully remove himself, he went back in one last time to savor the young master's body before finally going out.
"Good night, Pier." He embraced Pier closer and made sure the young master was comfortable in his arms. Pier finally was consumed by his tiredness and went back into sleep.
"I love you so much I'd rather die without you." He whispered before he himself drifted into slumber.
However, as Ciaran finally lost consciousness, he felt one of his shadows send a message through their link.
The knight, the Marquis, and the Headmistress.
He found them all.