Chapter 17- Father Dearest

Warning: There's going to be some sexy time in this chapter ;)

^^This pic kinda reminded me of Rivastair^^

Chapter 17

Alastair's POV

Who was this man who dared to frighten my love?

"I don't want to hear my name coming from your vile mouth," River's hand tighten and shook in my hold as his jaw seemed to tighten as his gaze landed on the wide-eyed man before us.

My eyes widened along with his.

I never thought I'd see the day when my timid, docile mate would speak such venomous words from his sweet, pink lips.

The man's eyes heated up in anger as he began to visibly shake, "Is that any way to speak to your father?"

My vision turned red as soon as the word 'father' was uttered from his vile mouth.

This was my love's so called 'father'?

I pulled my hold from my love's as I cracked my knuckles in anticipation.

Oh, how long I've waited for this moment.

Where to start? Pulling his heart from its socket seemed oddly inviting, but that would end it all too quickly...I want this to be slow, slow and painful.

A sneer began to form on my face as the man began to visibly shake beneath my bloodthirsty gaze.

Don't you worry, father dearest. I will treat you real well.

"N-no!" River shrieked.

I looked down to find my hand wrapped around father dearest's neck, his face beginning to turn a strange shade of purple.

Confusion plagued my mind, a loss for when my hand had gotten there.

I couldn't let it end so quickly. That hardly seemed fair.

Rather, he was going to suffer a slow, pain-filled death. I wanted to watch him scream for death. I want to watch him cry as I deny him his ultimate relief.

I slowly loosen my grip on his neck as I smiled maliciously down at him, "My apologies, father dearest."

His eyes widened as he absorbed my words, a tear of sweat traveling from his forehead down to his shoulders in a shaking travel down his red, sweaty skin.

"T-that's o-okay." He stammered as he wobbled up from beneath me.

I stood at my full height as I looked down at his slouching form with a narrowed eyes.

"Guards," my men looked up from their positions against the walls, "take him down to the dungeon."

Father dearest's eyes bulged out as men in metallic wear surrounded him and pulled him roughly from the golden room.

"Wait, wait!" He screamed in frightened confusion as they dragged him out the large, wooden doors in tightened holds against his brown, leather wear, pulling and gripping him as one would a bag of cheap rice.

The room was silent as men and women stood, gaping at the event that just take place.

I strode back to my throne, taking the seat beside River. I looked him over once taking in his tense form as he stared aimlessly at the door his father had just been maliciously dragged from. The music began again and men and women filed into the dance floor, dancing and swaying as if nothing had interrupted the previously relaxed atmosphere.

The last three representatives came and went along with their pleasantries and gifts. The whole time I watched River as he smiled at the people before him but it was obvious that his mind was in a different place. He'd laugh at a joke and then peer back the door, almost as if he were expecting his father to prance through the door at any given moment.

Though, I'm not going to lie. My thoughts were not in the moment as well, but for a completely different reason. River was anxious and nervous as a result of his father's arrival. Me, I was ecstatic. I've waited long enough to let the bastard pay and at the moment I shook in anticipation of what's to come. I could already taste the sweet, tangible taste of revenge against my excited taste buds.

We sat, seated on our thrones, as we watched men and women sway and dance to the beat of the music flowing through the room like a delicate perfume.

"Ouch," River hissed. I looked down at my tight hold on River's hand, instantly loosening it and bringing it to my mouth in a gentle kiss.

"Sorry, my love. I didn't mean to hurt you," I kissed his palm as he stared at me with an unreadable expression, "My attention is...elsewhere at the moment."

"Is it directed at my father?" His voice was hard and pained. I'd never heard his voice spoken in such a manner. His voice was normally soft and angelic, almost hypnotizing. But now it was off. It was almost as if all the pain he had ever experienced by his father's doing were strangling him as he spoke.

I rubbed gentle circles into his palm as he eyes peered into mine, "I'm going to make him suffer," his eyes widened, "I'm going to make the mongrel grovel at your feet and beg your forgiveness," his head shook as tears began to appear at the edges of his eyes.

"N-no." His voice cracked as he turned his head away from me.

My eyes narrowed as I directed his face towards mine with the tips of my fingers, "No what?" I demanded.

"Y-you c-can't." He choked.

"Why not?"

"H-hurting o-others i-is b-bad." His hand began to shake in my hold.

"The world is not always as black and white as you may like to believe, love." He began to shake his head, "Sometimes, in the right situation hurting others who are bad themselves is considered good."

"N-no-"

"Yes."

I growled as he began to shake his head again. I gripped his head in my hands, not allowing him to shake his head. He searched my eyes as if attempting to find something. His eyes dropped as mine narrowed.

"Now the ceremony you've all long awaited is now to begin," my father's voice echoed through the vast ballroom.

I rose from my throne, hand gripping River's as I pulled him alongside me. He peered down at the marble floor as my father directed us to the podium. Cheers and claps resounded across the ballroom as the room filled with smiles and whitened teeth. All as eagerly clapping as the next.

River's shaking form stood beside me as ritual prayers filled the room. The air surrounding us seemed to shift, change. It was no longer the previous loving excitement of previously. River began to shake as his hold moistened in mine.

I looked down at River in an attempt to calm him but he was far from reassurance as he gazed in an empty gaze at the shining flooring. He seemed gone, lost in his own thoughts as he shook like a leaf beneath my gaze.

What's going on his beautiful mind..?

Men in red and orange wear splashed ritual water against our white wear as they spoke in our ancestral tongue.

River's form began to almost crumble as his skin turned a strange off-white, eyes lost as a thin sheet of sweat began to develop on his forehead.

My love looked like he was moments from passing out.

Something isn't right.

It wasn't just his father..no..something else.

"-stair!" I looked up from River's shaking form to a man holding a ritual book in front of me.

Our vows.

No.

I looked down at River's shaking back at the book with a narrowed gaze.

No. This is not how it's supposed to be.

I swept River into my arms as I cradled him protectively against my chest and pranced out the suffocating ballroom.

An uproar seemed to ensue as my name was repeatedly shouted and called as I paraded out the large, wooden door Father dearest had been dragged out of earlier.

I gently laid River against our soft, silk comforter as I placed him softly on top of the cold sheets.

He peered up at me with clouded eyes as curled into a ball against the silken sheets.

"Love?" I brushed my fingers through his sweaty, golden strands.

He jumped suddenly from the bed as he ran to the open bathing room. I followed hastily behind him as bent over the sink and purged.

I held his hair back and stood behind him, hands circling his waist to keep his frail form from crumbling to the ground.

He spewed for minutes on end before weeping and collapsing against my chest.

It hurt to watch him in so much pain yet not sure exactly what was causing it. I had a pretty decent idea of who had pushed it into occurrence but not why he was reacting in such a way. It's over. The man of his nightmares was locked away in a dark, dreary dungeon awaiting his demise.

A demise I was sure to take quite leisurely as I slowly sever his limbs from his body and paint the walls of the dungeon in his blood for all those to know what truly occurs when one harms a king's mate.

I lifted him from the stone flooring, cradling his head against my chest as his limbs softened under my protective embrace.

"I've got you, my love," I whispered as I lay onto the bed, pulling him against my side as I made a protective shell around his fragile form.

He whimpered and nuzzled his nose against my chest, "C-cold."

I quickly undressed, pulling my shirt hastily from my toned body and pulling River against my heated chest in an attempt to warm him. His cherry blossomed cheeks pulled up into a small smile as he nuzzled once again against my toned chest with a contented sigh.

I wrapped my arms around his small frame as I kissed softly against the top of his head in a loving gesture.

River leaned back from my chest as he peered, searching my eyes in desperation before pulling my head urgently towards his in a heated lip lock.

A moan rumbled through my throat as I combed my fingers through his silky, golden strands and pulled him closer by the waist until he was practically beneath me. I held myself by the arms, steadying myself above my fragile mate.

His lips felt like butter and tasted of fresh vanilla against my searching tongue. His mouth was but a warm, sweet home housing my passionate desires, kindling towards my every wish.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered against his lips. He shivered as my heated breath fanned over his pearly skin.

I peeled off his white robe with great urgency as his supple skin seemed to flush beneath the candle light. I ran my tongue slowly down his pale, smooth skin, feeling goosebumps rise against his supple skin as my tongue traveled leisurely down his delicate form in a quest for his sweet, sweet music.

His soft moans only urged me on as he panted beneath me as I gripped his nipple between my teeth in a teasing manner.

"A-Alastair!"

"That's it, love," I urged as I slowly removed what was left covering his beautiful form.

He gasped as I gripped his flushing member in a gentle hold and pumped him in a manner as old as time.

Up and down, up and down.

His member twitched as I gently squeezed and licked my lips sensually. His eyes hazed over as pleasure encased his gaze. His member looked like a fruit, ripe and flushing against the candlelight as he moaned and squirmed as he did beneath me.

So beautiful. I wonder if my love's scent is as strong there as everywhere else.

I bent down, licking my lips as I did, as I slowly licked the length of his pulsing member.

"Aah!" His voice was so soft, so sweet.

More.

I licked the pearls that slowly began to fall from his flushed head before bringing him slowly into my mouth, hearing him moan oh so sweetly as I relaxed my gag reflex.

"A-Alastair!"

That's it, my love.

Up and down, up and down. I felt the soft, hard feel of his member as it danced up and down my throat, shaking as it did, spilling as it did.

"Aah! I-I c-can't!" His voice shook, "O-out, take it out!"

He tried to pull from my mouth as his member trembled in hopeful completion.

I held him down by the waist, pulling his hands above his head as I hummed in the back of my throat, gliding him down my throat until he hit the back of my throat with a sweet shriek.

Aah, so beautiful.

"C-cummin-"

He didn't finish his sentence as his hot seed filled into my mouth with a soft moan.

I pulled from his member swallowing what he spilled and licking what was left dripping from his flushed head.

His chest heaved up and down as he laid tired and satisfied against our now sullied, silken sheets.

"You okay, love?" I breathed.

He nodded as he curled against me, "where did you learn that?"

I laughed, "this was my first time doing that actually."

He looked up at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, "Lies."

"No. No lies. It's the truth. I've never seen myself as one to be with a man, but with you," I took a shaky breath, "it's as if every part of your delicious body awakens the beast in me," I growled, "I want to taste every part of your body. I want to memorize every part of your very being."

His face flushed as he nuzzled against my chest to hide his face. I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his waist and nuzzled against his soft, golden hair.

My beautiful, little River.

I awoke to a dream, a dream I couldn't quite remember the moment my eyes had opened and I had attempted to review it. All I knew was that it had frightened me enough to have startled me from my deep slumber. So here I lay, hot and sweaty as crickets chirped noisily out the open windowsill.  The sky stood witness to the night as it shone a brilliant, dark blue. The stars shone brightly as if giving a silent cheer to one another.

I had attempted to fall back asleep but it seemed that all my effort had gone to vain as my body had denied me any form of slumber. I laid aimlessly, watching as River slept peacefully by my side. His face in a state of calm and body wrapped around a nearby pillow.

Is it but a strange occurrence to be jealous of a pillow?

To wish it were I whose body was being wrapped in his soft, delicate frame rather than a plush, white square.

To think one could ever think to harm such a beautiful creature.

Aah, only but only the wickedest of souls could harm such a pure, sweet being. One in which I've waited as long as I have to give him the end he surely deserves.

A dark grin spread across my face as I rose from the bed. I walked down floors and floors, body shaking with excitement as my hand gripped a dark, metal knob. I turned it with a squeaking glide as the door open with a loud thud. Guards rose from around the dark, dreary room. Blood splattered the wall in an art array that only I could call mine. Metal toys hung from every corner, each specializing in a different torture.

I walked with a loud clinking to my step as my boots slammed against the metal flooring.

"You may leave."

The soldiers shuffled out in a neat line, closing the door with a loud thud.

Within a chamber a man awoke, his clothing ripped and torn, blood caked on his face from a heavy beating, eyes stuck in a permanent glare.

I sneered at the ragged form, watching as he limped pathetically from his clothed corner as he peeked curiously through the bars of his cell. His eyes widened as he took in my large form. Horror clear in his beady eyes.

"Hello, Father Dearest and welcome to my play room."