Ylre knew they should hurry up, he knew they didn't have time to spare, but stopping Rue in his priorities was impossible and he didn't even plan to. So while Ylre tried to find some mechanism to open the door from the inside, Rue let people out of the cells.
Ylre continuously watched how he simply broke the metal locks with some stone, opened the doors of the cells and received first terrified, then grateful looks from the prisoners. Ylre might have helped them if he didn't know they had problems of their own, so he continued to look for something useful, but he couldn't find it.
If it could save them, he might have drawn his sword. However, since the bars and his blade were made of the same material, he knew his sword wouldn't work on them. Metals that could take luck from things and beings weren't built to meet each other, and Ylre knew he'd just reveal his identity to someone who really shouldn't know about it yet.
"Ah!" a loud cry made him pay attention and abandon his search.
"What happened?" he ran to Rue, who was rubbing his fingers painfully and gently blowing them, as if he had just hurt himself.
Ylre glared angrily at the pile of people who had gotten out of the cells. He created a barrier between them and Rue and gave them a murderous look that made everyone back away.
"Who did this to you?" Ylre asked monotonously, which only scared people more.
"Lock," Rue laughed lightly and nodded to the ground, at the bloody stone he had hit his fingers with, "I missed." he picked it up again.
Ylre watched for a moment as he made his way to the next cell before catching up to him and blocking his path.
"Do you want to help?" Rue asked as Ylre took the stone from his hand.
Without a word, Ylre chose to finish opening the remaining cells. It didn't take long at all and Rue just watched with interest how easily was everything done by Ylre's hands. He lightly slammed the stone on the iron lock, it fell to the ground, several people ran out, and Ylre went to the other cell. He ignored the captive's bullshit, and in no time unlocked all the cells. Rue ran up to him interested.
"You're better at it than me," he smiled.
Ylre threw the stone on the ground and raised the corners in a soft smile, "It'll sounds strange, but I've always enjoyed destroying locks."
"Sir...thank you, sir." their moment was interrupted by a group of people behind them. Some were sitting exhausted as the entire rescue took several hours.
Rue smiled, "No need to thank us, take today as a new chance for life and thank the Luck that brought us to you today...however, if you want to be helpful, I have a few questions," he began, "who locked you in here?" he asked.
The people fell silent and looked at each other in confusion before telling the pair a few stories.
During the conversation, Ylre and Rue discovered that the people didn't know each other, that they came from all kinds of parts of Rinsel, some were just passing through, some belonged to someone. Some were Rinselans, some Lacrisans. However, there was one thing that their statements agreed on... each of them met the suspicious Lacrisan.
Some he lured like a troubled boy, some he robbed and let them follow him here, some he even attacked and dragged here. Some he took here only as part of a common trip.
"As soon as I woke up, I had this on my neck...like I was an animal! In Lacris they said they weren't used anymore, so I agreed to go to this country...but I don't deserve to be treated like this!" one guy grabbed his iron collar chain with a diamond-shaped hole in the center for a stone.
"Right! In Rinsel, black collars have become de-legalized, de-legalized! Shit!" the other shouted.
"Black collars?" Rue still didn't understand.
"They are used to transfer bad luck or luck...they are usually used to torture the Lacrisan by making them feel as if their luck has run out and they are overwhelmed with bad luck...but they can also be used to directly draw luck or bad luck to the stones," Ylre clarified.
"Ah," Rue blinked confused, as he had never seen anything like this, "what cruelty. Who could use such an inhuman thing."
"Church of bad luck!" one guy shouted.
"Disgusting animals...pigs!" another guy shouted.
In no time the entire cave was filled with the screams of people who harbored both anger and fear towards their tormentors, and Rue watched them for a moment before deciding that this might be enough. Therefore, after listening to them for a while, he raised his voice.
"Calm down!" he tried to stop the crowd from shouting, which partially worked... but not enough.
"Calm down? How? I don't know who even gave it to me! I will not get rid of him! I'll have that collar forever, it can't even be unlocked, they didn't even let us take it off!" one Lacrisan continued.
"Exactly! At least you are Lacrisans, but I'm a proud Rinselan! Who has ever seen a Rinselan with a Black collar for tranfering bad luck? Who? Outrageous!"
The crowd soon roared again, leaving Rue confused as he had no idea how in the world anyone would even allow something like this to happen. However, he didn't stay in thought for long. His mind couldn't think through the shouting, and since he didn't like the noise, he let out a soft sigh. He scanned the crowd, took a deep breath, and briefly stated his wish.
"Silence!" he shouted sharply, his usually gentle voice echoed through the hall as if it didn't even belong to him, forcing the people to immediately fall silent.
Many pairs of eyes looked in his direction, their pupils resting on Rue's unchanging face, which was surveying them from above. His golden eyes made each of them subconsciously bow their heads down in submission.
Rue smiled softly when the cave was quiet and added, "None of you will have it for long...today I will take them all down...but you must be civilized...don't shout, speak slowly and let me help you ...if you don't behave yourself, we won't get it done, do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked.
The people stood in silence for a moment and nodded gently, intending not to bother Rue any more. Although he didn't seem angry, his gentle smile, his piercing gaze, instilled in them a special kind of respect and a need to fulfill his wishes. Each of them, no matter what position they usually were in, felt subordinate to Rue at that moment...naturally.
Ylre knew that he didn't have to speak or interfere, as the group of commoners didn't stand a chance against Rue, as a member of the highest Infey. Therefore, he just watched as the people finally took the positions they were supposed to be in front of Ruo right away...in complete submission at his feet.
Ylre stood next to him in an exemplary manner, waiting for the people to nod in unison at the words.
Once the situation calmed down, people wondered, "Can you really take them down?"
"I can," Rue nodded and smiled lightly as he saw the hope in the human's eyes, "but you have to stay calm, line up and wait your turn...when we're done we'll take you out." he said.
People hesitated for a moment whether Rue was telling the truth, but since his voice sounded trustworthy, everyone followed his words.
Meanwhile, Ylre waited what Rue wanted to do and wasn't sure if he got it right. It was true that highest Infeys connected to the source of luck could manipulate it, restore it to its original state, move it between people, and other things that were once their job. However, several hundred years had passed since then, and Ylre wasn't sure if Rue knew exactly what to do.
He didn't know how much of his powers he could still control, since he couldn't draw any more from his luck. But he didn't speak, he didn't stop him...because whatever Rue wanted to do, he was in no position to stop him in any way.
However, Rue knew what he was doing. Even though his luck was small, even though he couldn't draw from the source of luck like he used to, still his connection to luck itself wasn't broken. It couldn't be...if it was, Rue wouldn't be alive.
However, that wasn't the case with him…his connection to luck was weaker than in the past, but it was still there…he was still able to perform the basic duties that his kind had.
As soon as the first human stopped in front of him, Rue lightly touched the collar on his neck and sighed softly as he didn't understand what atrocities were happening in the new world. He lightly bit his finger and created a small injury, then placed the bleeding wound against the collar and gently closed his eyelids.
To be connected to the source of luck was to be connected to all living beings who possessed luck...each of his kind could perceive all living beings as a whole. It had been a long time since Rue had sensed the course of luck, had sensed its connections as tiny golden threads leading to every single living being...and had been trying to find a way to the source for someone whose luck was no longer his own.
At the time when he was at full strength, when he was able to use his luck, Rue had never encountered the black collars, but in the end they were nothing significant. The classical flow of luck in an individual has been interrupted and combined with someone else's luck for someone else's one-sided benefits.
It wasn't natural and what wasn't natural had to be corrected. It used to be no problem for Rue to perform a similar luck flow cure at any time...and even though he had been locked up for a long time, nothing had changed...Rue simply connected the luck of the person in front of him to the source of luck.
As soon as a person's luck even touched the source itself, its flow returned to its original state. In the case of these people, the marks on their necks became worthless, the collar snapped, fell to the ground, and their luck became their own again.
Once the first person survived, the others couldn't wait for Rue to heal them as well. Seeing it as a duty, Rue didn't even think of turning down any of them, so he continued on. One by one he freed them from the grip of their collars and watched with smile as people rejoiced and thanked him for his blessing.
"It's al right, child, thank Luck that brought our paths together," he said.
All the while, Ylre watched as Rue applied his blood to iron collars and freed people from something they thought would be a burden for their entire lives. Ylre didn't say anything, but somewhere deep in his soul, he felt his insides quiver, his heart pick up its pace, and he smiled lightly as he watched Rue's content expression as everything worked out.
"You look happy," Rue looked at him with smile.
Ylre nodded lightly, "I just saw something beautiful...nostalgic."
Although Rue didn't understand, Ylre returned his smile and Rue went back to work. Once he destroyed all the collars and each of the people became free again, they were all able to focus on a different problem.
"How do we get out?" they asked.
Ylre stared at the iron bars that separated them from freedom and thought, "In that case, you could still-" he began thoughtfully, but stopped in time so Rue wouldn't overhear him.
However, he wasn't wrong. Once people started asking how they were going to get out, a few words from Rue was enough to turn the panicked crowd back into an orderly collective waiting to see what would happen.
Ylre watched as Rue came to the door. He brought his palm to them and touched one of the bars that had once cost Ylre a painful experience. But they cost Rue nothing. A material that normally drew luck from others and returned it to the source itself, couldn't draw luck from someone who was the source itself. Therefore, under a single touch of Rue's fingers, the terrifying door became an unusable piece of junk.
The metal slammed into the ground and made people jump in surprise, as none of them expected such an easy solution.
Rue turned to them with a smile and said, "You are free to go."
People looked hesitantly at him for a moment, then at each other, before walking out in disbelief. They walked slowly for a while, then they sped up to a run. Ylre walked to Rue, who remained alone at the door and laughed lightly.
"That was amazing," Ylre said, relieved that he didn't have to think about how to get them out of there in time.
Rue just smiled softly and looked at Ylre's fingers. He moved his own to them, but immediately pulled them back, "I only know the basics...it's something like a family heirloom...but I can't help you with this right now," he muttered unsatisfied.
Ylre raised his black marked fingers and laughed lightly, "You've done more than enough...thank you." He hid his palm behind his back. Rue smiled softly and nodded as he believed that in time he might help Ylre. They stood side by side for a while before they made their way out of the cave.
Ylre knew that it would take some time for his black spots to disappear, probably several decades, but he didn't mind since it didn't affect him in any way. As a middle-class Infey, he was connected to his highest Infey's source of luck. However, unlike them, he couldn't communicate with luck and couldn't restore it once the part in his course of luck was broken. He only knew how to draw from it. And even if Ylre was a special case, he still couldn't make the black marks on his hand disappear.
Once outside, the people bowed gratefully to Rue and went their separate ways. A few of them had no idea where they were, so Rue advised them that they saw a few guards along the way who could help them. The rest scattered more easily, and Rue and Ylre were soon alone in the forest.
Although it didn't seem like they had been in the cave for long, in fact a whole night had passed, a whole day, and the sun was setting again towards evening. Rue asked thoughtfully, "Should we take a walk at night? I'm not tired yet."
Ylre, who thought it would be a better plan to continue on their way than to look for a place to stay for the night, since he didn't feel like sleeping either, nodded. They chose the direction in which they once aimed and believed that their destination wasn't far away.
However, it was... because their steps were not directed to Dycae but to Alycante... but they were to find out soon.
***
When Shane woke up, he felt surprisingly well. Exhausted, but much better. He blinked blankly for a while, staring at the ceiling as if he couldn't remember what had happened. For several long seconds his thoughts were full of a long dream that filled him with a bitter feeling before he regained his senses a bit.
He remembered getting out of the camp to save himself from Nielle's plans…he remembered being hit by a poison arrow that Nielle wanted to kill him with. He keep thinking for a moment, wondering if he had understood things correctly before sitting up and groaning in pain.
He quickly touched his injured shoulder, which was currently nicely wrapped in clean bandages and gave the impression of a well-treated injury. It didn't change his pain though and Shane tried to move his shoulder to see how bad it was.
Luckily, he could, so he knew that he would be completely cured.
He exhaled softly and got his legs over the bed, after which he realized for the first time where he was.The red curtains, hiding the torture devices on the walls, made it clear to him that he was back at the castle in Nielle's torture chamber.
He didn't understand for a while as he thought it was Nielle who wanted to kill him and let him get hit. He didn't understand why he would do that if he was taking him back to the palace afterwards.
He sighed deeply and stood up. Although he was injured, his body was just bursting with energy, his muscles felt no pain, his breathing was great, and overall he felt like he could do anything. Shane knew at that moment that his luck had finally returned to normal, though he had no idea how that was even possible.
Shane didn't know that he had slept for two days, that the arrow had hit him the day before yesterday, and that his luck had had time to recover from Nielle's intense methods.
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He reached the door and slowly walked out. There was no one behind them and Shane hesitated. He stood in the middle of the corridor for a while before a familiar voice suddenly addressed him.
"Shane," Brelle was on his way to spend the day at Elyan's house again, "you're awake." he smiled contentedly and walk to the Lacrisan.
"Prince Brelle," Shane looked at him, "do you know what happened?" he wondered.
"You must be confused, no wonder... you're lucky to be alive. Nielle brought you to the palace two days ago, an arrow hit you. Elyan treated you, but we didn't know when you would recover. I'm glad you're awake," he smiled, "if you want, you can come with me, I'm going to see Elyan, he'll examine you and explain everything to you." he clarified.
"No need," Shane said, "did Niella bring me?" he didn't believe.
Brelle nodded, "I don't know why he came out of the palace when the king ordered him to be in the dungeons and how you got hurt...but you can tell me. Nielle won't tell me anything." he laughed.
Shane looked at him for a moment, "I don't remember," he didn't know what the relationships between the members of this royal family were and if it was appropriate to say where they actually went, "so the king found out that Nielle came out of the dungeons?" he asked.
Brelle nodded, "He wasn't pleased, if I were you, I'd run to thank Nielle, he saved your life," he said, "he's behaving like a sadistic child, but at least this time he did something right."
Shane laughed inwardly at how nonsense the words were, but nodded to the prince. He wasn't going to say that everything that happened to him was basically Nielle's fault, since he made him run away and even took him out from the palace with him.
"He'll probably still be in the room, if he's awake, tell him Elyan is waiting for both of you," Brelle mentioned.
Shane watched him disappear into the corridors and sighed deeply as he didn't understand the situation. It didn't seem like he slept for two whole days, but he did, and he had no choice but to actually go see Nielle.
No matter how much he hated him, no matter how much he wanted to avoid him, there were still things he needed from him...like currently, a trip to the city, more precisely to the bank, where he wanted to talk to his man.
Plus, after the long nightmare he went through in his sleep, he became more interested in what Nielle meant by him not killing the bastards from his past. But he didn't think Nielle would willingly tell him, and Shane didn't know how to make him do anything in the current situation
He walked to Nielle's door and knocked. When there was no sound, he knocked again and when he still didn't hear anything, he went inside. He didn't plan on waiting hours for the prince to come out, and if he wasn't even inside, he was going to find out. However, Nielle was in the room.
As soon as Shane entered, his eyes fell on the bed where Nielle was sleeping quietly. He raised an eyebrow as the knock was quite loud and he found it odd that he hadn't woken him up.
Shane watched him for a moment and laughed with pleasure as he measured his sleeping body. He had never seen Nielle sleep before, so he was quite taken aback by the strange position he was sleeping in. He was curled up on his side like in a strange ball, his legs drawn together, his hands clutching a pillow, although he had one under his head with his face partially buried in it.
From his parted lips came the soft sounds of his peaceful breathing. His face seemed more relaxed than ever and he looked so vulnerable that Shane could cut him in his sleep and he wouldn't even wake up.
However, no sooner had he thought about it he realized that he actually couldn't because even though Nielle's position looked defenseless, he was actually covering all of his vital points and keeping himself safe.
Shane watched him for a moment, considering if there was a better way to kill him. All the things that Nielle had done to him he intended to return to the prince, but he wasn't sure if the time was right yet...in fact he knew it wasn't.
He watched Nielle sleep for a moment before his eyes looked at his semi-revealing robes. Like everyone, Nielle only slept in the inner part, a light white one, thin enough that he could see the outline of the body underneath through it. Shane only looked at him for a moment before his eyes stopped on several bandages covering Nielle's back.
He wasn't sure what Brelle meant by the king's anger, but he assumed that Nielle had taken some form of punishment. Shane was greatly pleased by the information, but his corners didn't rise, although he felt a sense of satisfaction. Somewhere deep down, he realized that Nielle had saved him, and he wasn't actually the one who had him shot. Plus he'd brought on himself a punishment by saving him. Anyway it didn't matter.
Because Nielle owed him so much that one good deed, which clearly had other reasons than his life, couldn't make up for the torment he was going through and will go through with him. That's why Shane didn't feel thankful and that's why he still considered killing him in his sleep. However, that would be too merciful, so after a moment he sighed.
"Prince Nielle!" he raised his voice.
Nielle, who although was very good at ignoring unnecessary sounds from his surroundings while sleeping, had an excellent perception of nearby sounds, so he opened his eyes sharply and in a second pulled out a dagger from under the pillow he was hugging. He aimed it in Shane's direction and almost slashed him if Lacrisan hadn't backed away in time.
It took Nielle a moment to realize that it was Shane who had spoken to him. He blinked a few times and tucked the dagger back under the pillow.
"When did you wake up?" Nielle didn't know, "What day is it?" it seemed to him that he slept for a long time.
"Supposedly I slept for two days, how come you don't know what day it is?" Shane didn't understand.
"Two days," Nielle realized, "So a day...acceptable." he said, looking at the box next to the bed that he had been using yesterday.
Practically as soon as Nielle fell asleep with a fever and woke up the next day, he knew he couldn't function normally. That's why he stayed in the room, that's why he used the yellow stones yesterday.
He wasn't going to let the king find out that he wasn't feeling well, so he made arrangements, but he didn't think they were necessary. However, since Shane had recovered and was feeling good after a day of sleep, he got up and simply changed into his clothes as he wasn't going to sleep longer.
He could feel that his temperature was back to normal, his injuries were less painful, and Nielle intended to focus on his work matters before their family trip to Alycante.
Shane watched from the side as he threw on his clothes and made his way out of the room. Shane was stil looking at him and thought until Nelle noticed.
"What is it?" Nielle laughed, "You want to thank me for saving your life...you're welcome, Lacrisan. Don't think I won't punish you for the escape attempt that caused everything."
Realizing with displeasure that Nielle was acting the same as always, Shane stated, "No, I just found it remarkable that you can dress yourself...you come across as a spoiled brat who can't move without servants," he said.
Nielle laughed softly, "In Lacris, all the princes may be incompetent, but in Rinsel, each of us is able to function on our own...how would we lead armies if we couldn't even dress ourselves, Lacrisan?" That's why your country is weak...you have incompetent rulers," he laughed.
Shane's eyelids twitched and the urge to snap Nielle's neck filled him again. He wasn't wrong about one thing though...none of the princes in Lacris dressed themselves by their own.
As they walked down the corridors, Nielle unexpectedly sinned and stood against the wall. Shane didn't understand for a moment and looked confused in the direction where Nielle was looking before his eyes ended up on the tall figure of the king.
As soon as the king noticed them, he gave Nielle a look no father should have on his son and stopped.
"Good morning, father," Nielle said, though he would have preferred to stab the king and whip him himself.
"Nielle, I heard you were in the dungeons all day yesterday re-educating the executioners…did your whipping give you a good example of how to do your job better? I'm glad you got something out of it. You should be grateful to me." he sounded satisfied.
Nielle laughed with amusement, "Of course, father, as always...by the way, I heard from Louis that we are going to Alycante...is that true?" he wanted to know if he had already informed the king about the intentions.
"Oh, yes...he should tell you all the details, but he probably doesn't have time...he has a lot of work," he nodded, "we're leaving tomorrow before lunch, if you don't come on time, we'll go without you, it doesn't matter what Zoye wants." He said.
Nielle nodded, the king walked away and Shane watched Nielle blankly, not understanding why he was smiling in his situation. From what he understood, the king had him flogged and also forced him to go somewhere...however, Nielle looked more satisfied than before the meeting.
But another thing caught Shane's attention, "Alycante?"
"Do you want to go on a trip?" Nielle laughed and headed underground to take the bath.
Not wanting to waste time outside the capital, however, Shane knew he had no choice. Since that would only increase Nielle's suspicion that he was here for some other purpose, he kept quiet.
Once they got to the bath, Nielle had the guards at the door bring them clean things...then he opened the door and walked inside. There were a lot of people staying in the royal baths at that time, but that wasn't a problem for Nielle.
"Everybody out!" he shouted, after which a group of terrified people came to their senses in a second, got out of the water and literally ran out the door.
Once they had their privacy, Nielle took a contented breath and shed the sweaty clothes he had spent the last two days in. He felt incredibly dirty during that time and couldn't wait to wash it off. He glanced at Shane, who also hadn't washed in two days, and said,
"Take off your clothes, you stink," he laughed and headed for the bath. He threw off the unnecessary bandages as he assumed his back was more or less healed and got into the water.
Shane wasn't pleased, but clearly aware that he was sweating, he gradually undressed and crawled in the bath. Nielle didn't look like he wanted sex, but Shane was never sure of his intentions, so he stayed away from the prince.
"Are you scared?" Nielle laughed and leaned against the edge, the bruises on his back hurt a lot, but at least he didn't have any open wounds anymore, "Come closer," he nodded to himself, "If you are good, I won't hurt you today, Lacrisan." He smiled and waited.
Because after two days without intense luck, he didn't want to wait a second longer. And his Lacrisan, coincidentally, had the best luck he had ever experienced. And he was going to enjoy it.
Shane stared at him for a moment before letting out a deep sigh and moving closer, not wanting Nielle to misunderstand that he was afraid of him. Shane didn't fear him, he just hated him...like everyone in this country.
Once he walked to the princes, Nielle touched him and pulled him closer, switching their positions. Shane let himself be pressed against the bath side, as he didn't feel like delay things unnecessarily and waited to see what Nielle was planning.
Nielle locked his eyes with Shane's and stated, "I'm in a pretty good mood today so you can choose," he said as always but as soon as he did so Shane pushed him away sharply and glared at him in fury.
Nielle blinked in surprise, as he hadn't expected such an intense reaction to practically no threat, but Shane didn't let him talk.
"You say that one more time...and I'll kill you," he growled.
Nielle stared at him blankly for a moment before laughing lightly and approaching him again, "I saved your life Lacrisan…shouldn't you be more polite?" he roughly slammed Shane's injured shoulder into the edge of the bath, "Or do you want me to punish you for trying to escape now?" He pressed his wound.
Shane clenched his teeth painfully and gripped Nielle's hand on his shoulder, which only amused the prince and forced him to increase his strength.
"Don't expect me to be grateful," Shane said.
Nielle laughing and casually let him go, "I don't expect it, but you have to fulfill your duties...every day...so either you give me your luck voluntarily...or we will do it the less pleasant way and maybe I'll call for the help you've been running away from," he
Shane glared at him in anger. He recalculated the situation, how he didn't feel like doing a single thing, since his luck was in usual values, he looked at Nielle.
"I'll give you luck willingly... but I don't intend to sleep with you," he said.
Nielle laughed lightly, "If you sit there and spread your legs for me...you don't have to," he said. Nielle didn't even have the energy for sex right now, he just wanted to enjoy some quality luck and attend to the work he neglected.
Shane didn't like his words, but since he had no choice and it was better than getting fucked or having his cock thrust into Nielle, he didn't object and sat on the edge of the bath.
Nielle with pleasure reached his thighs and spread them lightly as he wanted to get to his crotch. Shane didn't fight back, letting him between his legs. He leaned back and gave Niello a look that showed he was far from willing.
"A hot prince is going to blow you off and you're acting like I'm planning to torture you," Nielle laughed and grabbed Shane's cock in his hand.
Shane gripped the edge of the bath tighter, but stayed quite.
Something about what Nielle was saying was true, but Shane wasn't going to give him a nod. He tried not to change his expression or react to anything Nielle said. That's why he kept looking away for a while. He didn't want his eyes to met with Nielle's, who started playing with his penis.
Nielle took it in his hand and ran it over the tip, going down to the balls which he lightly tickled and laughed contentedly as Shane shivered violently.
"Tickly?" he teased and continued his hand up. He ran his fingers down his length that was slowly starting to harden under his touch and back up where he began to attend to his sensitive glans.
Shane dug his nails into the stone as Nielle's touches on his sensitive tip involuntarily excited him. Although he wasn't looking, he could feel the prince's work on his glans, his firm grip moving up, then little lower and squeezing his frenulum tightly between his fingers.
"Ngh!" Shane automatically tried to brought his legs together as it hurt, but Nielle's body wouldn't let him.
"Do you like it when it hurts? You've gotten harder." Nielle laughed and continued his work.
Shane didn't answer, he still didn't look down and just slightly closed his eyelids as he tried not to think about the fact that Nielle was right. It wasn't even that he liked the pain, it was just a great escape from the memories that were just too much. Since there wasn't any other way and only the pain could make him calm, he wasn't able to resist it. He wanted it to hurt…the more the better…because only then his mind could clear.
But as Nielle pumped his hand roughly down his length a few times, massaging his hard cock and stopping again at his tip, Shane moaned louder. Nielle's fingers made their way to the tiny hole on Shane's glans, circling it for a moment before digging his nails into it roughly.
"AAGH!" Shane screamed in pain as streaks of blood ran down his cock, forcing him to look at Nielle for the first time.
The sharp pain cleared his mind for a moment and Shane felt good until Nielle loosen his grip again and forced Shane to let out a soft breath. However, the moment his cock was lost in the warm grip of something that no longer resembled a palm, Shane glared at Nielle.
His eyes landed on the white hair of the prince who took Shane's large member in his mouth and tasted his blood. The minor injuries weren't enough to fully replenish Nielle's luck, but they were still enough to confirm what he already knew. Shane's luck was truly incomparable.
Shane moaned loudly and gritted his teeth as his crotch flared painfully as his luck coursed through Nielle. He shivered slightly and bit his lip as Nielle kept running his tongue over his glans at the same time. Pleasure mixed with pain, as if his body couldn't choose what it wanted to feel. However, just as Nielle gently bit his tip, Shane subconsciously slammed his hard dick into Nielle's mouth.
Nielle jerked away with a cough as Shane drove his cock deep down his throat.
"S-shit...agh-nhg-ngh...are you sane-agh?!" he glared at him in fury and continued to cough, "Don't move and stay still! Damn Lacrisan!"
After a while when he calmed down he came closer to him again, "You do that one more time or move without permission and I'll fuck you and stick right here," he pushed his fingernail into the hole in Shane's glans, "something you will not like." he growled.
Shane watched Nielle threaten him for a moment, but he couldn't bring himself to fear his words. Not that he wanted to have something stuck in his penis, but the overall situation seemed strange to him to stress about it. So he just nodded...even though Nielle just looked like a pissed off puppy to him. And Shane had to chuckle inwardly.
Nielle stared at him for a moment before taking his cock in his mouth again and continuing with blowjob. Shane didn't take his eyes off Nielle. He watched as his white hair moved up and down in rhythm with his mouth moving expertly over his cock. He could feel his saliva moistening his hard dick, he could feel Nielle's nimble tongue playing with his glans, his lips tightly gripping his tip and squeezing it violently between them as if his cock was gummy candy.
Shane opened his mouth each time and moaned louder as Nielle's work drove him to orgasm. Although he knew what this was leading to, although he knew that the pain would be the same as the pleasure, somewhere in the corner of his soul he was looking forward to the pain. Nielle was really good at this and even the fact that he looked just like the type Shane liked, didn't help delay the orgasm that was coming harder and harder.
"Ngh-ágh!" he closed his eyelids, lifting his hand lightly and bringing it closer to Nielle's hair.
He wanted to correct his pace, wanted to grab him by those white hair, thrust his cock deep into his throat...hold him there, until Nielle choked with tears in his eyes and then slammed into him again. He held his hand just above his hair for a moment before biting his lip and pulling his hand away. He knew there was nothing he could do…at least not yet.
He watched the prince playing with his cock for a while longer, occasionally gliding his eyes down to his body half in the water, watching the drop trickle down his neck, down his pale chest, to his shaft hidden under the surface...before he realized he couldn't last much longer.
"I-ahh! Shit!" he closed his eyelids and tightened his grip on the edges of the bath.
Nielle smiled softly at his words and quickened the pace of his work, his tongue licking his glans, his lips pressing against his frenulum and his fingers beginning to massage the rest of his long cock. Shane couldn't help but gasp at how exciting Nielle's work was today.
His pleasure grew with every single touch and when he couldn't take it anymore, he came into Nielle's mouth with a loud exhale. He lightly thrust deeper between Nielle's lips, but that was something Nielle expected. Nielle pushed into his thighs and contentedly swallowed everything Shane's body had to offer...the most delicate luck he had ever tasted.
Nielle would have moaned in pleasure at how much energy filled him if he hadn't had a mouth full of Shane's cock. His body brought to life by the quality of Shane's luck, and although Nielle had the opportunity to try it more than once, he had the impression that it had never been more intense. He licked Shane's cock for a while before pulling back and laughing with pleasure.
"Ah, you really are good for something, Lacrisan," he said, how great he felt.
And Shane at the edge felt comparably. The pain that ignites his penis flooded his body with shivers and spasms, forcing his cock to twitch harshly, strong enough to turn him on for a moment, filling him with a beautiful unconscious and clear mind. Shane loved pain, and while he didn't like giving his luck, at least this one thing was advantageous to him.
"Since I'm satisfied, today we'll leave it at that, wash up and get to the dungeons, today I'll introduce you to the executioner," Nielle said.
Shane jumped into the water and took the opportunity, "I want to ask something."
Nielle looked at him, "What?" he didn't understand.
"In that report with the informations about my past... what was in it that I don't know?" he asked.
Nielle had almost forgotten that he had obtained such a thing at all, "Ah," he laughed, "very funny things that you were given the opportunity to obtain, but showed no interest in." he said.
"But-" Shane tried, but Nielle cut him off.
"If you'll be obedient and stop creating problems, or if you reveal your real reason for coming here, maybe I'll tell you... but you won't rejoice... I say, your whole life is a joke, and the fact that you don't realize it is even more so. " he said.
Shane tried, "If you answer my questions now, we can still improve our relationship, I'll try to ignore this crap you gave me," ge touched his neck where he could feel the black collar, "and we can live in cooperation with each other...I can be useful when I want to be," he repeated the offer from their first meeting.
Nielle measured him for a moment before laughing lightly, "You're wrong about something, Lacrisan. I thought you had it figured out, but I don't care if you cooperate...I said it then, I say it all the time, I'll use you when I want, how I want...I don't need help with anything and the only thing I keep the cocky Lacrisan with me, is to find out what you're looking for here, taking your luck and having fun…I'm not making deals with the Lacrisans, ever." he summed.
Shane knew, "I thought so…in that case I'll get it out of you myself," he stated calmly.
Nielle looked at him in disbelief for a while, before he laughed, "Threats? How cute you be. And there I wanted you to take a break from being roughed up when you were nearly killed by an arrow." he didn't understand how this Lacrisan could be so mean.
Shane remembered, "Actually…if it wasn't you, who was it?" he didn't understand.
Nielle, said, "If you stop delaying, you might get a chance to interrogate the suspect first hand today, " he stepped out of the bath.
Shane, who was quite interested in the matter came out of the water as well. Nielle tossed him one of the robes he had brought for him and after they got dressed they headed out.
Nielle wondered who knew he had left the palace and caused such trouble. He wanted to catch the culpit, interrogate him, and destroy the next scumbag who thought that he might get in his way.
That's why he believed that his people had caught someone...and although it probably wasn't the person at the lead of everything, Niello didn't mind. Because Nielle had more than enough resources to find out anything...and now that he could test Shane's abilities for himself, he wasn't going to wait any longer.