(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

The next few days were a bit of a blur of getting back into the swing of things at the manor before his heat hit. He was fighting a timer that was ticking down, but he wasn’t the only one keeping an eye on him.

Sam was the best observer. It seemed the boost that he got from the demon king was more related to how to help Cass, even if it made Gideon and Edgar uncomfortable. Cass couldn’t exactly blame them. It wasn’t as if he wanted help from the demon king either, but he was the one who got him into this mess. The very least he could do was give his best henchman an ability boost.

If Cass thought about it like a video game, it made him feel better. So he did.

Sam was also the one who quietly suggested to Cass that maybe he shouldn’t resist his urges when getting closer to his heat. Resisting his urges in the first place had gotten him into this mess, so maybe it would be a good idea to let some of them come through?

Cass heard his words, appreciated them, but didn’t want to do them. That was for a few reasons. He felt, in his core, that if he listened to what Sam was saying he would end up humping anything and everything in sight.

Well, not everything and anything, but he had a lot of things that he needed to do. So he didn’t heed Sam’s words. He had things he needed to do.

It was unfortunate that some of his choice was taken away from him on the fourth day that had passed since he decided to work, and probably a day away from when his heat would come.

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It started as a normal day. Breakfast with everyone, then heading up to his office to work. Around lunch Cass took a break and took a stroll through the gardens outside. It was something that he hadn’t done in the capital because there wasn’t really...grounds like what he had out here. Yes, there was greenery and life and light, but it wasn’t something walkable.

There had been roots all over the place and it had also been shadowed by the branches of the trees. It also hadn’t felt like his.

This wasn’t a remark against the trees or the home. It was just...the nursery tree’s home and Cass didn’t want to mess with it. He also knew that had he mentioned that he wanted to go for a walk the roots probably would have moved, but he didn’t want to change the area.

So, Cass went on a nice walk for the past four days, soaking in the sun without the weight of others watching him, Sam at his side, and normally when he came back up from his walk he would find Edgar in his office, ready to share lunch with him.

Gideon would come and go, like Byron would, as they were helping Sir Forsythe in watching the others working in the manor to confirm their suspicions. They had the lists that they had made before and were just going through the side that was...uncertain. With the three of them on it, they were able to narrow it down to about 3 names left as of that day.

Normally, Cass and Edgar would then take the afternoon to go through the letters that had been sent to the hero to fix, deciding if they were going to send any of Cass’ people to go help, or food or anything else to the people begging the hero for help. He would also go through his own papers, have a few meetings if needed, but he was holding off on those because of his condition.

Cass wasn’t an idiot, he knew he was getting worse as time went on. He wore his sunglasses whenever he was moving around outside of his rooms. His eyes were mostly changed at all times right now. Sam’s only theory on it was because his heat was so close and Cass couldn’t exactly disagree with him about it. He could also practically see the pulse of desire under Edgar’s skin when he was sitting a few feet away from him, minding his own business. It must have been something similar to what Edgar felt when he had bloodlust.

The man never had it because he was well-fed, but Cass, Gideon, and the wine that he drank, but Cass was sure it was something he was familiar with.

He did wonder if Edgar thought about blood as much as Cass thought about semen and sex in the days coming up to his heat? Or was that just a sex demon thing? Did he think about blood running down the body, spilling out of a person, or drops of it landing onto a pool of blood?

Did he dream of swimming in it? Consuming it? Licking it off of the body of a willing victim?

Cass’ breath came out in a huff as he realised his own desires were twisting his thoughts. He needed to focus.

All of that went out of the window as he walked into his office, Edgar half bent over the desk to put something onto one of the piles there. His ass was on full display, his shirt stretching to accommodate the man bending over. The lines, the tension, the fabric stretched against the soft mounds of his ass had Cass stuttering to a stop in the doorway. Sam ran into him, but he didn’t even notice.

Edgar turned, glancing over at Cass in the doorway and giving him a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. I didn’t realise you would come in as quickly as you did. I was just adding a request for rations to the pile. I hope that’s okay?" Cass was pretty sure the worst part of this moment was that Edgar truly wasn’t trying to seduce him. He knew that in the back of his mind. Cass was the one projecting onto Edgar, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel his sense of reason snap seeing the handsome man bent over.

Cass had been desperately trying to hold onto his sanity. He knew he was pushing himself, knew he was trying to hold the heat off so that when he woke up from it Lucian would be here, but how was he supposed to resist this? There was no way.

"Sam, go get Gideon." Cass ordered, his tone flat. Sam didn’t hesitate. He knew that Cass had been jerky and jumpy and if this was as far as he went, that was fine too.

"Please don’t make too much of a mess, my lord. I can’t explain the stains away." Sam warmed and Cass nodded. Sam wasn’t discouraging him, just telling him to be mindful.

Cass didn’t think he would be getting cum on any of the papers. Just the solid wood of the desk if he had his way.

Edgar also could sense there was a change about Cass, but he couldn’t place a finger on it. However, his words to Sam told Edgar that Cass had snapped. Edgar seemed a little confused as to what had set Cass off, but he didn’t need to worry. Cass was about to make it very, very clear.

With a snap of his fingers, the blinds started falling in the room. He wanted Edgar’s big hat to not get in the way and to do so he needed to make sure his lovely Prince was safe. Edgar watched as Cass gave an impressive show of his powers. Each light lit to life as the blinds closed, sealing them into a warm, dark office that should have felt villainous but instead felt romantic.

With another wave of his hand, Edgar’s hat was off his head, gently floating to hang on the coatrack in the corner of the room near the door. Edgar watched it go, his mouth slightly ajar as he watched Cass’ eyes flare to life.

It should have been ridiculous that two heart-shaped red eyes were glowing as they watched him from Cass’ face, but Edgar didn’t feel that way at all. He instead felt a small thrill run down his spine because Cass seemed to have a plan, and when Edgar tried to move from the desk a careful, but forceful hand held him down.

Imaginary, forceful, powerful. Edgar let out a shaky laugh.

"What do you have planned for me, Caspian?" Edgar asked, and Cass’ nostrils flared, his eyes widening slightly so that he could take in more of the image before him.

Edgar, half bent, turned back to face him, the shirt he was wearing and had tucked into his pants begging to be released from inside of the pants. The fabric pulled taut against Edgar’s ass.

Cass walked slowly, deliberately, until he was close enough to grab Edgar’s waist. When he did, he slowly, carefully wrapped his hands around Edgar’s sides. He squeezed, feeling the fabric against his hands, wanting the flesh underneath to be against his hands but appreciating the way Edgar’s body shuddered at Cass’ forceful touch.

"What do I have planned for you?" Cass repeated, his eyes scanning Edgar’s body from behind. God, he was so fucking pretty bent in half. Looking at the way his spine twisted, and the damn fancy outfits that he wore...Cass wanted to strip him slowly. Or quickly. He hadn’t made up his mind.

Maybe he would leave him half dressed so that he could still see the exposed column of his spine underneath the shirt as he slid his cock between his thighs. Cass licked his lips. Watching his body twitch and hear Edgar’s pleas and cries as he pounded him against the desk.

Yeah, maybe he’d do that.

"I think, my Prince, I’ve finally snapped." Cass said, his chest heaving, his eyes a little hazy. Edgar, who wasn’t an idiot, nodded slowly. His own face heated as Cass shifted closer, pulling Edgar’s ass up against Cass’ hardening cock. He let out a soft little sound as Cass ground himself against him there. It was such a powerful thing, and something that Cass had never done before that Edgar had to break eye contact to center himself.

Edgar’s hands reached for the edge of the desk, grabbing it with trembling fingers as Cass huffed, his hot breaths filling the air as delirium took over and his hands tightened on Edgar’s waist.

"I want to pound you into the desk." Cass whispered and watched as Edgar’s body shook. "I want to watch you come undone against my desk. I want to hear your cries of pleasure every time I sit down at my desk. I want you to be reminded of what I did to you here." Cass murmured, his lips a little loose as the heat slowly sank its tendrils into him.

Edgar let out a trembling breath.

"No penetration, Cass." Edgar reminded, holding onto his own sanity. The sweet way that Cass chuckled behind him had Edgar’s legs shaking.

"Oh, I know. I’m going to slide my cock against your thighs until you get rugburn." Cass’ dangerous whisper had Edgar clenching his thighs together. Edgar didn’t know what rugburn was, but he could tell that it would probably, deliciously hurt. "You’re lucky I’m waiting until Gideon gets here, otherwise I would have stripped you already and begun pounding you into oblivion." Cass’ lips moved, his thoughts leaving them without concern of the effects they would have on others.

"Dear lord." Edgar whispered and Cass bent, his weight pressing against Edgar from behind. He pressed a kiss against the back of Edgar’s neck.

"Yes?" He responded, smiling against the sensitive skin there as Edgar shivered.

"You’re going to pester me more than normal, aren’t you?" Edgar asked, feeling a sense of warning wash over him. Cass chuckled.

"When have I ever left you alone?" Cass asked seriously and Edgar groaned. He pressed his forehead against the wood of the table.

"At the very least, please move the piles of papers off of the desk for my peace of mind. I just put them together." Edgar muttered and Cass laughed. With a wave of his hand, that happened, and Cass began to rub himself against Edgar from behind.