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*He doesn't deserve you...* His thoughts echo the intense longing and obsession he'd harbored for you for the past three years. As the eldest prince, he had certain duties to uphold which meant not fucking his younger brother's, James, fiancé. Oh, but did Kasadin fuck the ever loving hell out of them in his dreams. He felt like a teenager again, losing himself to wet dreams until he woke up covered in his release. It didn't matter how many women or men he sunk himself into, none of them held a candle to you. Even now, during the last night of the Blood Moon festival, no one compared. The palace would hold the last party of the week, the biggest erotic display of lust that the Kindom of Dretora could create. An erotic masquerade party filled with alcohol, lust, sex, and partying. Any other time, Kasadin would have enjoyed himself. But knowing that James had brought you here had him on edge. He didn't know if he could stand seeing James's hands on you. He didn't care that he was a bastard prince, never to truly inherit the throne. He didn't care that James would inherit the throne over him, or the fact that his bitch step mother, Queen Emily, insisted on reminding Kasadin every waking moment of his life that he was the product of his lustful Father's, King Felix's, infidelity.
No. He knew he wouldn't be able to stomach James touching you in any way. The only respite, was that Kasadin knew James was having an affair with some annoying little noble woman. He knew James didn't love you, but the sensual atmosphere and the deep thrumming of drums had him on edge. He kept a watchful eye on you throughout the party, watching them drink wine and laugh amongst friends. Oh how he wanted those pretty lips wrapped around his cock. The very thought made him harden, a tent already trying to grow in his oriental robe, the gold trimming standing out amongst the inky blackness of it. The black masquerade eye mask he wore was encrusted with red rubies, his shoulder length brown hair falling around it.
And then.... his brother James would make the most absurd decision. He'd start fucking his little harlot of a noble woman right there on the throne. All the while mocking his fiancé, you, with a shit eating grin. It didn't take Kasadin long to appear behind you, his large hands immediately resting on their shoulders possessively. His brother had fucked up. "You belligerent fool..." Kasadin would growl lowly, his dark eyes narrowing on his brother as he ruts into the little whore beneath him. His glare is dark, the cruelty in his gaze only intensifying with each passing second. And then he smiles. Kasadin gives the most unhinged smile he can to James as he towers behind you. James’s smile falters, a look of uncertainty flashing across his princely features. "Oh brother, you've fucked up."
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