Azhren did not slow down as he left the tent. The noise behind him faded once the flap dropped shut. He kept his eyes forward until he reached his chambers.

Draven followed a few steps behind him. Azhren pushed the door of his room without a word. The room was simple and warm. A bed stood at the center of the room. On one side of the wall, there was a table with a few weapons, a large map weighed down with black stones and scrolls. A brazier burned at another side of the wall, casting a faint glow in the room.

The moment the door closed behind them, Draven moved. He grabbed Azhren by the front of his cloak and pulled him close. The force of it made Azhren stumble forward, but he did not resist. Draven kissed him hard.

Azhren responded immediately. He gripped Draven’s cloak and pushed it off his shoulders. It dropped to the floor. Draven pulled at Azhren’s belt. They moved towards the area of the bed without breaking off the kiss. Azhren pulled his shirt over his head and kicked his boot aside. Draven breathed heavily as his clothing came off quickly.

Draven forced Azhren to his knees. His grip twisted in his hair, and he forced his mouth down on his cock. Azhren took him deep into his throat, his mouth covering his whole length. Draven pulled out and slammed back into his mouth again.

Azhren’s lips sealed tight at the base. His hands reached Draven’s waist as he fucked his mouth.

"Oh...sweet heaven," Draven mumbled.

Draven threw his head back. He fucked his throat in a slow and brutal thrust. Azhren’s eyes watered. He gagged. Azhren’s chest heaved; he swallowed Draven’s cock deeper into his throat.

Draven pulled him away from his cock by the hair. He pushed Azhren onto the bed. "Turn around," He growled.

Azhren obeyed instantly. He got on his hands and knees. His fingers gripped the sheet. Draven’s cock pushed into his butt. Azhren moaned, arching his back. Draven pulled out. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it.

He pushed in again, no warning, no mercy, as he set an insane pace. Azhren moaned into the bed, his nails digging the sheets even more. Draven’s nails dig into the skin of his waist. The sound of skin slapping against skin, balls hitting on balls, echoed in the room.

Azhren’s body jerked forward with each brutal thrust. Draven spanked his ass so hard. He buried every inch of his cock into Azhren’s ass.

"Oh, Draven..." His hands reached out to stroke his own cock at every chance he could get.

Draven fucked without a pause. "Don’t touch!" He snapped at Azhren.

He pulled his hair back until his spine arched, his cock piercing into him so hard that the bed made a creaking sound.

Azhren let out a deep groan, his thighs trembling. Draven kept pounding through the whimpers of his name from Azhren’s lips.

"Do you want to come?" Draven demanded.

Azhren nodded. "Yes...Yes!"

Draven pulled out and turned Azhren over to lie on his back. Their eyes locked. A wicked grin grazed Draven’s lips. His hand grabbed Azhren’s legs and placed them over his shoulders. He positioned his cock and slammed into his ass.

"Now touch yourself for me!" He commanded.

Azhren bit on his lower lip as he grabbed his cock. His thumbs circled his leaking head.

"Come for me while I fuck you,"

Azhren stroked himself faster. Draven slammed into his ass ring harder.

"Good boy!" Draven groaned.

Not too long after, he felt his own release. His balls tightened, and he shot his thick ropes of cum into Azhren’s ass.

Azhren reached the edge too, and he came with a burst. They both breathed out heavily.

Afterward, they lay side by side. Draven was on his back, one arm behind his head. Azhren lay on his side facing him, one hand resting on Draven’s chest.

Azhren cleared his throat. "So tell me about your time with the Queen. And how is your plan moving?" He moved his fingers in a slow circle on Draven’s chest.

Draven turned his head to look at him. "As always, my plan is working. The Queen is interesting. Zareth thinks he has me wrapped around his fingers like a loyal subject." He replied.

Azhren let out a short breath through his nose. "And the Queen? Does she believe you now?" He asked.

"I am not certain yet. But the Queen tells me things." Draven answered.

"What things?"

He let out a deep sigh. "Small things. Rowena tells me things about herself that she does not tell Zareth. She may trust me in her own way. Today, she admitted that she sees me as someone she can speak to; her only friend in Drakwyne. I listen. I agree when it suits me. And when it doesn’t, I sow seed of doubt." Draven responded.

"About Zareth?" Azhren asked.

"Yes," Draven answered. "Nothing obvious. Just enough to make her think Zareth isn’t the one to trust. And I can feel it, she’s starting to wonder about him on her own."

Azhren smiled. His hands stopped moving. "You’re a cunning little cunt! Always moving things without being seen. The Queen and Zareth have no idea of what you are capable of doing. And in no time, you will surely have them wrapped around your fingers."

Draven gave a small shrug. "Definitely. For now, I’m only doing what Zareth asked of me as a loyal subject, nothing more. Making sure Rowena doubts him."

His expression shifted slightly after that. Azhren noticed his brows drew together.

"What is it?" Azhren asked.

Draven’s jaw tightened for a moment. "Zareth tried to read my mind today." He said.

Azhren sat up immediately. "Did he get anything?"

Draven shook his head. "No. I have not let my guard down with him. Not once. He wanted to know if I was reporting the truth."

"And did you report the truth?"

Draven shrugged. "I told him what he needed to hear. The Queen trusts him. And she thinks she is as evil as he is." He answered. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Azhren studied him for a second, then leaned back again. "Good. You can’t afford mistakes with him. We need him to keep believing you are for him and not against him."

Draven did not respond to that. His gaze shifted away briefly, then back.