Reclamation

Reclamation (part 1)

Faolan cried out into the ball gag in his mouth, his body rocking forward from the force of the slap to his bottom. A deep, devious chuckle echoing in his ears. Struggling with his hands tied up behind back, he could feel the hand around his cock, stroking and teasing, driving him to the edge before stopping.

Pitiful whimpers escape around the gag as Faolan tries to grind against the hand in a fruitless effort. Kept constantly on the edge as the deep growl of a voice whispered in his ear. “Naughty puppy's like you don’t deserve release yet.“

“Mmmph.” Responded Faolan, a desperate needy look on his face as he pressed his body back against the overwhelming presence behind him, trying to find some way to ease the torturous pleasure. Looking forward, he could see a reflection In the darkness that surrounded them. A perfect Visage of himself on his knees and bent over, behind him, a figured shrouded in shadows, all except for a pair of deep red eyes.

A hand suddenly grabbed onto Faolan's hair and yanked his head back violently. Body tensing up as he gasped out in fear and pleasure, the sound being muffled by the gag. Eyes rolling back as he felt himself driven right to the edge of climax before being stopped. An agony of pleasure wringing through his body.

“Soon, my little pet, soon I will find you, and this time, you won’t escape. Now wake up.” The voice spoke with a gentle loving tone, despite the intensity of emotion behind the words.

Suddenly bolting up right, sweating, and panting hard, Faolan looked around with wide, fearful eyes. Calming down only when he realized he was still in his bedroom in the royal palace. Wiping away at his face as the tears began running down his cheeks. He could feel his cock straining painfully against his boxers, yet not amount of stroking it would provide him the releif he so desperately craved.

A tired, frustrated sigh escaped Faolans lips as he reached up to add a tally mark to the board next to his bed, joining hundreds and hundreds of others. “Damnit... I still don’t understand why I keep having these dreams.” Faolan muttered to himself. Looking down at the glow slowly fading from the crests decorating his chest and right above his cock.

“Slept like shit again, my prince?” A sarcastic voice sang out from the balcony. Suddenly, the balcony doors swung open to reveal a medium height, short darked haired man, with hazel green eyes, and a short dark beard. His dark green patterned Royal assassin cloak billowing out behind him as he strode in.

A heavy blush settled upon Faolan's face as the man’s gaze landed upon the prince, freezing in surprise as Faolan hurried to cover his naked body and obvious erection.

“Chandranath! What did I say about barging in when I’m not ready?” Despite the practiced ease of slipping into a commanding tone, a wavering of Faolan's voice, a look of tiredness in his eyes, a slight shake of a hand, all understood the confidence he tried to portray. Rushing to hurriedly cover himself and averting his eyed in embarrassment.

A look of concern and of pity flashed through Chandranath's’ face before he steeled himself and bowed. Speaking in a calm tone as he addressed Faolan.

“I do apologize, my prince. I came to inform you that the first guests to your father’s ball have begun to arrive. I heard noises, so I thought you were up and awake.”

“Ohh? Are... they among them? “. Faolan asked nervously. Glancing to the side as he quickly began to dress himself, the glow of his marking dimming quickly.

“No, I did not see Princess Kamalia or Prince Giovanni, but that does not mean they won’t be arriving.” Gazing upon Faolan with a look of concern. “What troubles you, Faolan?”

A soft sigh escaped the princes' lips before he walked over to grab a flask of fire wine from a bag. heading outside to the Balcony to overlook the grand castle and out to the forests beyond, the moon shining down from above, casting an ethereal glow on the darkness of the night.

“I.... had the dream again... but it was different this time. Something spoke to me. It said it was... going to find me... and soon...” Faolan's voice shuddered slightly, whether in fear or anticipation, he didn’t know.

Chandranath followed his prince out to the balcony, setting a hand on his shoulder. A look of concern as he looked at his best friend. “Faolan, I am your friend and your guardian. I swear on my life, nothing bad will happen to you, not under my watch.”

Faolan chuckled before taking a swig of his flask, enjoying the sensation as it burned down his throat. “I don’t understand... why me? Why is this happening to me? Ever since I’ve come of age... these fucking... nightmares... dreams... they keep coming and I can’t... I can’t even... get a release...”

Groaning in frustration, Faolan slammed his hands down onto the railing. Chandranath stepped close and suddenly wrapped his arms around Faolan, holding his arms to his side as he spoke.

“Faolan, remember what we spoke about. I can help you. My offer still stands.” Chandranath whispered softly in Faolan's ear.

Freezing up at the sudden close contact, Faolan began to relax into the warmth of the embrace until he heard those words. Suddenly pulling away, a dark blush creeps onto his cheeks. Faolan pushed Chandranath back and took a swig of his flask again. “For the last time! I don’t want to have sex with a guy. Never mind, my best friend!”

“My apologies, my prince. I was only trying to offer you some assistance with your problem.” A tone of disappointment was quickly hidden from Chandranath's voice a second too late at the rejection. Bowing slightly and taking a step back before vanishing without another word.

Letting out another sigh, Faolan turned away and rubbed his face. “I’m sorry. I...“. Before Faolan could finish, he realized he was suddenly alone on the balcony. Running his hands through his hair in frustration before returning to his morning routine

Bracing himself for the day, Faolan hustled down to the training courtyard. Losing himself for hours in honing skills until the sun was peaking over the horizon.

As he finished a set of movements designed to train his body. Faolan overheard a conversation nearby. “You should move out of the way, kid. Go back to where the rest of the weakling belong and out of my way.”

Turning towards the commotion, he could see a tall hulking figure of a man towering over one of the younger runts in the pack. A low snarl ripped past Faolan's lips at the disrespect the strange man was giving his people. Stalking over quickly and grabbing him by his shoulder, despite being shorter in stature.

“Who do you think you are doing talking to one of my Omegas like this?” Faolan growled. Looking around the man, he recognized the runt as Serena. A young black-haired woman, short and lithe in stature. Her green eyes flared in anger at the man before settling onto Faolan's, a look of appreciation flooding her face.

The man suddenly grabbed the hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard as he turned, grinding Faolan's bones together. “Who the fuck do you think you are to touch me?“.

Keeping his face impassive, unwilling to show any weakness or pain. Faolan squeezed his hand in return, now recognizing the long shaggy unkempt brown hair of Astaros, and a huge beast of a man

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, Astaros?” Faolan growled out as he let his hand shift slightly and sink his claws into Astaros' shoulder.“.

“You fucking little shit! Who dares to face me? I Am Astaros. I am the Alpha of the strongest Wolfpack in the mountains. I will tear you- “.

Narrowing his eyes, Faolan slammed a fist into Astaros' throat, cutting off his ability to speak. “You are annoying and never learned to shut the fuck up. “.

The Alpha grabbed his throat as his eyes bulged in surprise, trying to breathe. Dropping down to his knees as he began trying to gasp. He looked up in anger and surprise at Faolan, barely gasping out. “... will... kill.... you....“.

Suddenly, in a flash of movement and light. Astaroth shifted into a wolf nearly the size of a bear. Cold yellow eyes glaring at head height for Faolan. His bodies regeneration abilities a instantaneously fixing the damage from the punch.

Faolan let out a soft groan of frustration. His glamor dropping to reveal a pair of royal white wolf ears on his head, a white wolf tail, and a pair of amber brown eyes in place of his normal ones. “Tell me, Astaros. Do you not recognize who I am?“.

In response, Astaros snarled and leaped, anger burning in its eyes at the humiliation he just suffered. Faolan took a step back and swung hard, slamming his fist into Astaros’ nose mid leap. Shocking and eliciting a painful whimpering noise from the Alpha as it landed in a painful heap.

Resting a foot onto his attackers’ side, Faolan growled out, “I am your prince, you will listen, or you will die. Yield and accept defeat.”

Shifting back into his human form before he spoke, “Prince or not, I refuse to recognize you as over me until you have proven your strength, Pup.” Astaros glared at Faolan before suddenly grabbing his leg and yanking it out from under him.

Faolan snarled as he hit the ground, attempting to roll over to get back to his feet. An impact rocked the back of his head, knocking him down onto his stomach. A second one rocked his vision as he felt himself being pressed down from behind. Swearing, he jabbed an elbow back, feeling it connect with flesh.

A strangled cry erupted from behind Faolan as he suddenly forced himself to roll over onto his back, swinging his fist with the moment and slamming it into Astaros face. Knocking the man off of Faolan with the force of the blow and stunning him.

“You think... you can waltz in... MY home... insult and berate one of my pack? I can tolerate threats upon me, but not my own.” Faolan growled out as he grabbed both sides of the man’s head. Staring him down with a look of disgust before slamming his own head down upon Astaros’ own. The impact knocked the man out cold before he hit the ground.

Wincing ever so slightly from the pain, Faolan stood up just as Chandranath ran in. Beads of sweat pouring down Chandranath's head as he stared in fear and surprise at the sight of an angry Faolan standing above the unconscious body of an alpha. Quickly rushing over to check Faolan over for any injuries. “What happened? Are you ok, my prince? “.

Waving his bodyguard away, Faolan turned his attention over to serena, his face softening as he returned the glamor back upon his form and hiding his wolfish features. “Serena, are you alright? Did he hurt you at all? “.

Faolan watched as she let out a breath of relief and shook her head, her hands shaking slightly with the loss of adrenaline from her encounter. “N-no sir, I’m fine now. Thank you for helping me! “.

A slight blush colored her freckled cheeks, green eyes glimmering as she smiled. Serena leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Faolan's cheek before quickly running off without another word. Giggling nervously as she left.

Faolan chuckled softly, rubbing his cheek gently and smiling. Chandranath shook his head as he examined Faolan for any injuries, satisfied there were none he could see. “Your father sent me to collect you. It’s time to get ready for the ball, your highness.”

Groaning softly in softly in response, Faolan replied, “Ugh. Of course he did, I hate wearing that damn outfit...”

Chandranath chuckled in response before turning his attention to Astaros. Starting with tying the unconscious man up as he spoke in a teasing tone. “I will be inside to help you soon. In the meantime, i will be here cleaning up your mess, as usual.”

Shaking his head and smiling, Faolan ruffled Chandranath's hair in a playful gesture. “Thank you, old friend. I always really appreciate your help. Even when I don’t deserve it.”

Scowling in annoyance, Chandranath fixed his hair before returning to the task at hand. “Go already. I don’t want to be the reas-“. Chandranath looked up in time to see Faolan had already disappeared. “That sly little bastard...” An amused smile graced his face.