*
"Boom—"
"..."
The young man on the sofa slowly opened his eyes. A fragmented, predatory light flickered in his dark pupils, and the edges of his eyes were slightly flushed with red.
The lingering aftershocks of passion had not yet faded. The sheer intensity of the pleasure had hit him like a catastrophic disaster. Being forced to face the reality of it completely sober was deeply humiliating.
Alaric lowered his head, sitting in silence for a long moment before finally ripping the electrodes off his temples and walking into the bathroom.
*
Out in the courtyard, Cedric received the news and quickly hurried over.
"Sir, Mr. Alaric has finished as well."
Caspian sat up straight. "So soon? Alaric too?"
Cedric replied, "Mr. Alaric lasted three minutes longer."
Caspian sucked in a breath. "Was the dosage too strong?"
Cedric didn't dare answer. He lowered his head and relayed exactly what had happened in the room. Caspian's eyes went wide. "He completely caved, just like Cyril?"
Although it was understandable for boys their age to lose control during their first real encounter with pure desire, the fact that both of his most disciplined grandsons collapsed so quickly was incredibly disappointing!
Caspian stood up, casting a complicated look at the third room. "Did Julian secretly study for this? How is he the one making me proud right now?"
*
"Hallucinations, these are all hallucinations."
Julian gripped the armrests of the recliner tightly, his sanity engaging in a brutal tug-of-war with his desires.
In his hallucination, he was in a bedroom at the Cavanaugh Estate.
A scantily clad woman kept rubbing against him. He had no idea why he couldn't push her away, but his desires were being stoked with terrifying ease.
Julian felt completely dead inside. He just laid flat on his back, throwing his arms and legs out in an 'X' shape.
What was a little desire anyway? Once he got it out of his system, it would be over. He wasn't trying to be some celibate monk; why deny basic biology?
Julian's temples throbbed violently. Every time she took a piece off, he forced one back on her. Off, on, off, on. Finally, the hallucination lost her patience and violently ripped off every piece of clothing she was wearing.
Moving with lightning speed, Julian tore down the curtains, wrapping her tightly in three thick layers until she looked exactly like a massive burrito.
Panting heavily, he looked down at his crotch. "I really hope that didn't scare it into permanent hiding."
The human burrito pleaded sweetly, "Julian, let me go."
Julian scoffed. "Get the hell out!"
"You'll be uncomfortable like this. I can help you."
Julian rolled his eyes. "Fine. Change your face, and I'll fight you for three hundred rounds."
"But you clearly like me, otherwise you wouldn't even be seeing me."
A dark glint flashed in Julian's eyes. He grabbed her by the chin, his fingers slowly tightening. "Yeah. And you just use the fact that I like you to do whatever the hell you want, don't you?"
...

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