"It's his jealousy talking Mother." Prince Ludiciel said, rolling his eyes. "Prince Ron was only helping me apply an ointment on my wound. I wasn't flaunting anything.""You could have stopped him though." Zedekiel grumbled. "Anyway, always keep your clothes on around him. Even if you're involved in a fight and you're heavily injured and bleeding, if he's in the room, you keep your clothes on."The Queen Mother couldn't help but laugh. Well, it was normal for Zedekiel to behave like that. If he didn't, she'd think something was wrong. "Speaking of keeping clothes on, have you taken Prince Ron's off?" She asked, eagerly wanting information.Prince Ludiciel also kept his ears open as he dried his wet robes with magic, wanting to hear how far they had gone.Zedekiel stared at the two gossips then sighed, shaking his head. "You two are hopeless. I'm not telling you anything.""Which means you haven't done anything right?" The Queen Mother asked, giving him a look of disappointment. She wa
Prince Ron, who was sitting in Zedekiel's private library, reading a book, suddenly sneezed.The white and red Fox on his shoulder rubbed it's head against Prince Ron's cool cheek, purring softly."Someone is definitely gossiping about me." Prince Ron mumbled. He was adorned in burgundy-hued robes intricately woven with threads of silver and mint green, creating an elegant tapestry of blossoming flowers that adorned the hem and sleeves. The colour of the robes complemented his red hair and green eyes. Ever since he realized red was the best colour for him, he had asked the Royal Couturier to make him more robes in different shades of red. He couldn't wait for his beloved to come back and see him dressed so nicely.He was sitting on a large plush white chair, reading a book about Elf reproduction with his Fox. He was supposed to be searching for the soul transfer book but he already had someone else doing that so he could read on how to bring children to the world.Yes. He was prepared
The Elf spirit hovered over the mattress, carefully scrutinizing the covers of the books. He moved his finger and the pages flipped over fast. He got to the middle of page of each of the books then stopped, a wide smile appearing on his face."Is that it?" Prince Ron asked, noting the changes on Prince Kayziel's ghost-like face. "Is that what you're looking for?"In the middle of each page was a single word written in characters Prince Ron could not make out. They seemed to be in an ancient Elfin language.Prince Kayziel burst out laughing. "You did it, Prince Ron! You did it! This is the spell! This is the spell that will get me a body!"If he weren't a spirit, he would have hugged Prince Ron, his new vessel. He had actually underestimated the Prince. The boy was truly reliable.Prince Ron was elated. He wouldn't have to search further. "Does this mean I'm not longer bound to our deal and the Earth Spirit? Even if you do not succeed, my soul won't be stripped from my body and trapped
His eyes widened, face and ears going crimson when he saw the illustrations on the page. Ahhhh he had completely forgotten about this particular book!There were different kinds of explicit sexual positions couples could engage in to enjoy the process of bringing a baby into the world within.And why did Prince Ron read such a book in the first place? Well, there were decent pictures of homosexual couples on the cover so he wanted to see what it was about. He never expected it to be drawings of different kinds of sex positions.Prince Ron groaned inwardly for he hadn't gotten the chance to return the book before his beloved sneaked up on him. He felt so embarrassed that he buried his heated face in his beloved's chest. What would his beloved think of him now?Zedekiel couldn't help but want to tease him further. "Hmmm, I never took you to be this kind of person, Prince Ron."Prince Ron was mortified. What kind of person did his beloved think he was? A pervert?"Do you think of me and
Zedekiel chuckled as he reached out, grabbed Prince Ron's hand and pulled him close. "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen."Prince Ron's chest swelled with pride. He thought back to the small ball Prince Kayziel gave him which he swallowed then smiled. Maybe it was already working. "Is my skin glowing?" He asked."Always." Zedekiel responded. "And you smell so good." He kept it in mind to always compliment Prince Ron since he liked it.Prince Ron's happiness knew no bounds. He leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his beloved's lips but before he could pull back, Zedekiel held the back of his head, keeping him in place then crashed their lips together again.He kissed Prince Ron senseless before biting his bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth. He toyed with it, nibbling and licking then moved on to his neck.Prince Ron threw his head back, giving his beloved full access and Zedekiel zeroed in on his most sensitive spot and attacked it with fervor, making sure to leave a ma
Prince Ron soon relaxed completely, getting lost in his beloved's sensual ministrations. He loved the way his beloved suckled on his nipples, making him moan and squirm.Zedekiel continued to rub the quivering hole. It was getting wetter and wetter. His fingers caressed and teased until the place opened slightly and he began sliding his finger into that hot entrance.Prince Ron's wet chute sucked the digit right into it as he arched his back like a cat, crying out at the burning sensation of being stretched. The long finger dug deep inside, his body shuddering and a loud moan escaped his lips as the finger came in contact with something within that made his whole body sing."Oh God" Prince Ron cried as his beloved added another finger and began to thrust into him, repeatedly hitting that same spot. Tears leaked out of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.Zedekiel didn't forget about what he wanted. He tore his lips from Prince Ron's nipples and went below, swallowing his dick once
Princess Mariel felt it was all her brother's fault too. Prince Ron had risked his life to save hers and they got along very well. If it wasn't love, then what was it?"I believe so too" She said, wiping her tears with a blue handkerchief. "Prince Ron is innocent. My brother may have forced him or seduced him.""Ugh!" Princess Rose groaned in disgust. She couldn't believe the King liked men and it was her own brother. How could she have been so blind? No wonder he never paid much attention to her. "No. I have to do something. I can't let them be. I have to save my brother."She turned to leave but Princess Mariel quickly stood up and blocked her path. "Wait, you can't just storm there right now. What are you going to say to them?""I'm going break off this stupid alliance and leave this Kingdom with my brother before he corrupts him any further!" She tried to push Princess Mariel away but surprisingly found that Princess Mariel was quite strong despite her thin frame. She didn't budge
"I accept your condition." She said to Princess Rose. "A week from now, we will hold our annual hunting competition on the snowy mountains. After hunting, there will be a feast. Let us use the opportunity to implement our plan."Princess Rose smirked. It seemed like her goal would be achieved sooner that she thought. "How do you think we can separate your brother from mine though?""During the feast, we will lace their foods with the strongest aphrodisiac we can find. I will lure Prince Ron out of the hall under the pretext of needing help with something then take him to my room." Princess Mariel said. "What comes next will not be hard to achieve.""My brother is easy to fool." Princess Rose said. "But not yours. How will I get him out of the hall?""The aphrodisiac will do that for you." Princess Mariel answered. "He will feel it's effects and go to his room to handle it. All you need to do is follow."Now with a clear plan, the Princesses gazed at each other, smiling.Princess Rose
"Zedekiel," he whispered shyly as he took Zedekiel’s hands in his.Zedekiel’s brows furrowed slightly in concern. "What is it? Did that thing do anything to you?" he whispered back, brushing a soft kiss against Ron’s temple. "Are you uncomfortable anywhere?"Prince Ron shook his head, biting his lip nervously. "No, it’s not that. It’s just... there’s something you need to know."Zedekiel frowned, concerned. "What is it, love? You can tell me anything."Prince Ron took a deep shaky breath, about to tell his beloved about their babies when his gaze landed on his belly and his eyes widened in utter disbelief. He completely froze as he tried to process what he was seeing.There, protruding before him, was his enormous, round belly. It was so large that he couldn’t even see his own feet.He suddenly let out a tiny squeak of horror, his face going pale and before anyone could say anything, Ron’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.Zedekiel looked at everyone and they all began to
Even in his ghost-like form, Kayziel was completely red in anger. "Again, NOBODY ASKED YOU TO!!!"The hands however, did not want to face their Lord's wrath. The Lord never tells his name to ordinary creatures and for the small beautiful prince to mention it, they knew there had to be truth to his words.The hands immediately sped up their work, yanking Kayziel toward the circle with urgency.Kayziel howled, his voice cracking in desperation. "STOP THIS MADNESS! I CAN FIX EVERYTHING! I SWEAR! PLEASE STOP!!!"Prince Ron let go, dusting off his hands as though he’d just finished a hard day’s work. "Say hello to your Lord for me!""YOU ARE INSANE!" Kayziel shrieked. He was already half-dragged into the glowing circle. “THIS ISN'T OVER RON!!! YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!!!”Prince Ron just smiled sweetly and waved. "Have a safe trip!"With a final, desperate cry, Kayziel disappeared into the gate, the circle sealing itself shut with a faint hum.********At
Prince Ron just sat on the floor and tucked his arms to his chest, turning his face away. Hmph! The Elf spirit wanted his help but was calling him a bastard. Was that even how to ask for help? Besides, his beloved was working hard to get them back together. Who was he to interrupt his beloved's work? Whatever was happening to Kayziel was exactly what he deserved."Do you think I'll help you after what you subjected us to for three whole months?" He scoffed, glaring at Kayziel. "Shoo, hurry and go to wherever those hands are taking you."Kayziel gasped in pain, rivulets of tears and mucus running down his face. He screamed as the smoke-like arms pulled him closer to the circle. He could feel the heat of hell singe his feet. "I'm sorry" He began to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Ron. I'm sorry for everything. I just- I just wanted to live my dream for once. Your husband snatched that from me when I was alive and trapped me underground for centuries. I just wanted to live. I just wanted to l
Kayziel’s laughter softened into something darker, more insidious, as he stepped closer. “Yes, Ron,” he murmured, his voice a low, chilling caress. “Think about it. Think about it well.” He began circling Ron like a predator stalking its prey, his ghost like form slithering around Ron’s form. “If you take your body, Zedekiel will lose all hope. The rest of your family? They’ll perish, one by one and Netheridge will eventually fall into ruin. The Elves, your kind, might even face extinction. And Zedekiel? Your beloved Zedekiel will live in a world of agony. A world without love..."He paused by Ron’s ear. "A world without you.”His words slithered through Ron’s ear like whispers of a devil, laced with a cruel, hypnotic allure. He moved closer, his hands ghosting over Ron’s trembling shoulders. “Can you truly take your body back, knowing you will be the cause of Zedekiel’s undoing?" He whispered. "Of his suffering for all eternity?”Ron’s breath hitched. His body tensed and his heart be
Alaric nodded, his expression understanding. “Of course.” He turned to the others and gestured toward the cave’s entrance. “Outside, everyone. Give them some space.”The group shuffled out quietly, leaving Zedekiel alone with Ron. As the echoes of their footsteps faded, the cave grew eerily silent.Zedekiel knelt beside the bed, his silver hair falling like a curtain around his face as he rested his hand on Ron’s swollen belly. His other hand found its way to Ron’s chest, where he could feel the faint, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.He lowered his head, pressing it against Ron’s chest. At first, there was only the sound of his own breathing, but then it broke. A small, ragged sob escaped his lips, followed by another then another. Tears spilled down his cheeks, slowly wetting Ron’s robes.“I'm sorry, love,” Zedekiel whispered, his voice breaking. “I'm so so sorry. I left you alone even after I promised to protect you. I let you shoulder the responsibilities that I should have. I-I'm
Elliot knelt beside Rose, his hands glowing faintly as his magic coursed through her twisted arm while she stared at him in awe.Zedekiel had left her on the floor and in pain. Those undead creatures were almost closing in on her and just when she thought she was really going to die on the battlefield, a dark haired man with pointy ears descended from the sky, blowing them all away and in the process, stealing her heart.She gazed up at him with tears and admirations in her eyes. His features looked almost otherworldly among the all chaos happening on the battlefield. He had smooth skin the colour of chocolate milk, dark hair like spun silk that fell in soft waves around his face, and eyes like molten amber, flecked with gold and crimson, which contrasted perfectly with his shimmering silver armour.Rose kept staring, momentarily forgetting her pain for Elliot looked just like the Princes in fairytales she had read to Ron about before bedtime."Okay, you have to stop," Elliot sighed,
Hugh paled and before he could react, Prince Ludiciel moved first, his fist connecting with Hugh’s jaw in a bone-shattering punch. The force sent him flying across the field like a ragdoll.But it didn’t stop there. Talon vanished in a flash and reappeared ahead of Hugh’s trajectory, slamming a powerful kick into his ribs midair. The impact hurled Hugh back toward Ludiciel, who with both hands gripping his sword, brought the hilt down, slamming Hugh into the ground with a resounding crash.Dust and debris erupted around them as Hugh’s body sank into the earth, the necromancer groaning in pain.He coughed, chanting some ancient words and his body shimmered with a sickly green light before dissolving into the soil like water into sand.“Stay alert.” Ludiciel warned, his grip on his sword tightening, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield."Ugh, necromancers are fucking disgusting." Talon grimaced, his nose wrinkling in revulsion as the stench of rotten corpses filled the air around the
He gasped, unable to believe it. A tear slipped down his cheek, landing softly on the fabric of Ron’s robes. His violet eyes flickered with emotion as he turned to the royal physician and whispered, “It’s true.”The physician nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face. He held hands with Welyn, happy to see their King alive and well again. Never did they think a day will come when they would see their king so emotional and so in love.With a human at that.Zedekiel gazed back at Ron, his expression softening further. “It’s really true,” he whispered. “We’re going to be parents.”Cordin, and the others smiled, their hearts swelling at the sight of their King’s rare happiness.However, Kayziel, still slumped on the floor, went even paler. His jaw tightened, and his wide, disbelieving eyes darted between his big belly and Zedekiel. “P-Parents?” he stammered, confused and horrified.What was Zedekiel saying? How was that even possible? Prince Ron was pregnant? But the body belonged to
A deep, cold chuckle echoed through the throne room, silencing all other noise.“Is that so?”Before anyone could react, a crushing pressure descended upon the room like a tidal wave. It was suffocating, all-encompassing, and merciless.Elves dropped to their knees, their eyes wide and red as they coughed up mouthfuls blood. Their hands clawed at their throats, desperate for air and fear twisted their faces, bodies trembling as they panicked.Official 3 tumbled from the throne and down the stairs, writhing on the cold marble floor as if his very life was being ripped away. His hands gripped his neck, his mouth opening and closing in silent agony."What...what is this?" someone choked out between gasps of bloodied breaths.The pressure carried a bloodlust so intense it felt as though death itself had entered the room. They all felt ice cold, as if their lives were about to be stripped in that moment.Then, slow and deliberate, came the sound of footsteps. Each step reverberated through