Chapter 2: Building Tension
Prince Lunander's Room is a lavish chamber adorned with shimmering silk tapestries, intricate gold filigree, and glittering crystal chandeliers. The walls are painted in hues of gold and emerald, casting a warm, otherworldly glow. A four-poster canopied bed, draped in royal purple velvet, sits in the center, its delicate frame a stark contrast to the room's opulence.
The person in the bed sat up, awoken by the shift of scent. His iridescent luna moth wings unfurled, lightly rustling in the breeze from the open window. admist the quietude it took a moment for his eyes to settle on the intruder. He looked up, his golden eyes meeting Gentom's emerald ones. A delicious shiver ran through him, stronger than any he'd felt before.
"Who's there?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk.
"A friend," Gentom replied, casually strolling into the room. "Although perhaps more of a foe, if the guards' reactions were anything to go by."
Prince Lunander chuckled, a sound that was both musical and genuine.
"A friend, you say? I think not." He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his wings fluttering softly behind him.
"Well," Gentom replied, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "You can call me whatever you like, as long as I can call you mine."
The prince arched an eyebrow and looked at him appraisingly. "And what makes you think I would ever agree to that?" Gentom chuckled. He couldn't help it. The audacity of the Tabaxi thief left him both intrigued and a little amused.
The prince stood up, his wings rustling softly as he approached Gentom. He was wearing a sheer nightgown that did little to hide his lithe body, and Gentom could see the outline of his hardening cock pressing against the fabric. The scent of his heat was intoxicating, and Gentom could feel his own cock straining against his leathers.
"Alright, thief," Prince Lunander said, his voice laced with challenge, "Show me why I should let you claim me."
Gentom smirked, his eyes never leaving the prince's.
"You want to play games, Your Highness? I can do that." He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "But let me warn you, I play to win."
Prince Lunander's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat radiating off Gentom, his alpha scent strong and intoxicating. He wanted this, needed this, more than he had ever needed anything in his life. Not JUST because he was in heat, but he was locked in his own room by the King with no freedom to leave. His wings, un-stretched for so long.
Gentom reached out, his hand cupping the prince's chin, tilting his head up.