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Anika guided 'Raz' how to wear the chest-shoulder harness, not allowing him to wear a top under it, exposing his bare chest. Raziel rolled his eyes as he felt the cold chains on his exposed flesh, rubbing against the pale buds as he moves.

The others prepared loose pants with a silky fabric, boasting an airy and lightweight feeling. For his undergarment, a thong-like fabric was provided, a shade darker from the pants, making it visible under the thin fabric.

Even if Raz is reluctant to wear such a skimpy outfit, he really does not have any say on this. Every time he raises a complaint, Anika just answers him 'the majesty ordered us' or 'my apologies sir Raz'. 

'The king is arrogant whilst the subjects are stubborn. What a perfect match.' Raziel hummed, completely giving up. 'I'll just have to get this over with.' Anika and her aides swiftly dressed him up, finishing off with a gauze-like golden robe. Without having a chance to look at himself in the mirror, Anika pushed him out of the room, rushing him.

"Good morning, my king." Raz gracefully greeted as soon as the gigantic hall room door opened, revealing a red carpet leading to the golden throne embellished with rubies and diamonds. A completely different atmosphere from the humble yet elegant throne room he got used to while growing up.

'I thought we're having lunch? Why am I led to the throne room with almost all of his subjects present. Are you fond of showing off a 'prized' possession in such a lewd way.' Raziel lowered his head, consciously covering his upper body as he feel the lecherous stares.

'Come to think of it. This makes me remember when our royal father heavily criticized Levant and I for our 'sodomising ways' as he calls it. Have I been in slumber for too long?  Seeing how Levant is openly parading 'Raz', there's only two reasons. One, times truly changed the people's perception. Two, he doesn't care because he is king.' Raziel scoffed at the irony. Despite all the twisted things his brother committed as king, blatantly showing off his preferences without a care. . . . This is the one thing that he approves. 'It's our preference, right brother? We don't need to hide our lovers.'

Raziel bit his lips as he reminisce at the only thing his father didn't allow. Growing up as the youngest of the Nox's royal family. He had a loving childhood, his father doted on him for being the only one who can actually use and continue the Nox's tradition as a witch. However, there's this one thing his father could not accept. It's the fact that he always had an attraction for the same gender.

Levant's hearty chuckle filled the room as he teleport Raz to appear in front of him, snapping Raziel Leor Nox from his trip down to memory lane. In a blink of an eye, a hand held Raziel's waist, pulling him. Raziel pursed his lips, finding himself in a ridiculous situation. 'Why on earth am I sitting on this idiot's lap?'

"My lovely raven, I truly enjoyed our tryst last night. Next time you're not allowed to leave my side." Levant breathed into his ear, causing unwanted shivers down to Raziel's core. The repulsive feeling is enough for Raz to slap some sense into him. But instead, he gripped his hand, trying to be in control.

"My king, there's too many e. . .eyes here. I'm s. . . shy." Raziel almost barfed as he reply.

"Haaahh. What am I to do with this tease?" He replied for all the vampires to hear. "You heard my lovely raven. This meeting is adjourned."

Raziel's eyes widen by this information, 'this is a meeting?' He closed his eyes trying to calm himself. 'One. . . .two . . . . Calm down. I know the idiot. . . . Yes, he is a. . . .'

Raz suddenly stood up, not able to get a grip on himself. "Hah? Did I tell you to stand up?"

"I'm sorry, my king. I still sense another presence." He tried to reason, shifting the blame to the stoic man who's acting as if he's a shadow.

"Heinley? Do I need to repeat myself?" The cold man glared at Raz before bowing his head, "My king, it's not wise to always be alone wit-" "Not wise?! Seems like I'm too lenient on you lately. You dare question me, hahh. Who do you think you are?"

"Your consort." The man replied sharply making Levant laugh cruelly. "How many years has it been since you last warmed my bed? Heinley, Heinley. It's been so long, haven't you realize by now. You think I dare touch what my brother used? Now begone!"

Raziel chewed the inside of his cheeks as he watch the exchange, feeling conflicted. 'The poor thing.' The youngest prince almost slap himself realizing what he just thought. 'He helped conspire against you.'

Suddenly a twisted thought formed in Raziel's mind, coyly glancing at the domineering king. 'What would he feel if Heinley covets 'Raz'? Hmmmm.'

"Now my lovely raven, come here." Raz happily straddled the clueless king, placing his index finger on each side of his temple, as he hovers over Levant's lips, teasing.

After successfully binding the king's mind into another sexual escapade, Raziel hopped off with a disgusted expression.

The king twisted in his throne as he experience another rendezvous with his imagination. Raziel scoffed as he watch Levant moan shamelessly. 'Do I even want to peek into his past? What else do I need to know.' He pondered as he turn his back, not wanting to gouge his eyes out.

'I need to get 'Raz Night' in his favor. The irony where his favorite play thing is nothing but a lie. Here I thought I'll have to seduce one of his. To think Levant himself is the one. . .' Raziel immediately glance back as soon as the lecherous moans stop.

"He passed out?" Raziel chuckled at the sight. 'Oh, right. I need to dishevel myself.' With a snap, Raz's after glow inside Levant's fantasy reflected on Raziel, revealing a couple of bites here and there. 'I know this is nothing but a projection, but I don't want to know what my brother and his imagination were up to.' He shrugged as he notice the state of the gift bestowed to him. 'What's the use of a gift if you just end up breaking it?'

Raziel sighs as he notice even his silky pants were ripped off. He consciously wrapped the golden robe tighter, hoping it will hide the aftermath. 'Right, you too.' Another snap revealed the state of Levant making Raz look away, not wanting to taint his eyes.

He sat on the floor, waiting for Levant to wake.

"Hahh. W. . . I passed out?" He mumbled after a few minutes of silence, fixing his position.

"Lovely raven, how about being my consort?" He chanted Ela Edo, forcibly getting Raziel on his lap. Raz fake his moan, as he coyly avoid eye contact, "my king, it hurts." He tried to get off with that excuse but Levant only hugged his waist, burying his head into the crook of Raz's neck. Raziel stiffens with the close contact, gritting his teeth, trying to hold it in.

"Hahh. What are you doing to me. This is only the second time. How you wreck me so." The king sighed in content as he smell Raz's musky scent.

Raziel shuddered trying to peel off the king away from him. Levant tilts his head, reaching for Raziel's lips. The youngest prince, reflexively blocked this, not wanting any contact with Levant. Thankfully, the king laughed it off, kissing the palm instead. Raziel holds his breath as he tried to take his mind off that sudden contact.

"My king," he awkwardly laughed, "may I be excused, I need to freshen up for your presence. My current state is not worthy." He lowered his head, hopping off the throne.

"How about me then? I'm just in the same state as you. Am I also not worthy to be in the presence of the throne?" He asked smugly, his reddish orange orbs glints with arrogance.

"My king, your magnificence never fades." Raziel replied, cringing deep inside. 

"Fine." Levant chuckled, seeming satisfied with the answer. "Heinley!" The light cherry haired witch appeared at the side of the throne, bowing.

"Return my lovely raven." With a wave of the sun-kissed hand, Raziel's surroundings shift, suddenly finding himself inside of his room.

"Rhydian?" He called out desperately. "Yes,  ma- I mean Raz?" Raziel turns, seeing Rhydian, he grabbed the little vampire's waist hugging him tight.

"Woah!" Rhydian chuckled. "Where's Aude?" Raziel asked urgently.

"Library." He answered shortly, afraid his master will scold him for leaving the baby witch alone.  "Good," Raziel replied as he crash his lips into Rhydian's. The vampire moaned as he succumbed to his master's domination.

"Rhydian," Raziel moaned in between riling up the vampire. Each rested their forehead against the other, panting heavily. Raz raised his tainted palm bringing it close to Rhydian's soft lips.

"Lick it clean." He ordered, trying to erase Levant's trace, as he push Rhydian towards their bed. The little vampire grab hold of the hand, his tongue touching the flesh, getting a whiff of Raziel's musky scent mixed with. . Rhydian frowned as he smell a hint of Levant.

A foreign feeling rise within him, pulling Raziel on top of his lap as they landed on the bed. Taking a closer look at his master's lewd state, Rhydian noticed a few love bites and bruises, further creasing his brows. The little vampire stopped functioning, trying to process the foreign emotion. 

"Hmmmm, don't stop?" Raziel tilts his head, grinding on top of Rhydian's while slipping off his gauze-like robe.

The vampire watch his master's sensual gestures as his mouth felt dry. His compass of reason almost at a breaking point. "Raz, at least transform back your eyes. It feels weird to do such things with my reflection." Rhydian meekly complained, trying to change the topic, his eyes still focused on the swollen skin.

Raziel's laugh filled the room, "it takes a while to transform, how about I. . ." He trailed off as he place his index finger on each side of the vampire's temple, tweaking his appearance inside Rhydian's mind.

The vampire gasp as his master's appearance change excluding his stature. "You look like a younger version of you!" He gushed, hugging his master's waist closer, finally able to feel aroused. Rhydian glanced back to the swollen skin, unconsciously reaching out with his hand, tracing it.

"That's nothing but a projection." Raziel chuckled as he feels his kin's inner turmoil. Rhydian blinked snapping out of, staring back into Raziel's unique orbs. "I missed staring at your eyes, they are so pre-" He gasped, immediately shutting his mouth. 'How embarrassing!'

Raziel sighs, finding such reaction refreshing, leaning in to catch the vampire's soft lips. The kiss started as a playful peck gradually turned into a heavy make out. Raz bit Rhydian's lower lip drawing out blood.

"Raz Night, his majest- what in the world?"