A few feet away, behind a pillar, stood Princess Mariel with her hand over her heart and tears in her eyes. She had been listening to their conversation. So the human Prince didn't have any feelings for her. Tears ran down her cheeks and she wiped them with a handkerchief, trying to keep the rest at bay. It was all her brother's fault! If he hadn't claimed the human Prince, he would be all hers by now.Well, it wasn't too late. They still had their plan. No one could take Prince Ron away from her. He was the first man she had fallen in love with and she would be damned if she didn't get him.At the same time, on the other side of the building, the King and a few officials were walking while discussing matters of the Kingdom when a few sentences filtered into the King's mind and he paused."....Princess Mariel is a lovely girl but I hold no feelings for her like that in my heart. It would be cruel of me to accept her love knowing I will never be able to love her back so stop this. I wi
Although annoyed, he let her sit beside him, wondering if she was the one who proposed the idea of marriage to his sister. He wasn't dumb. He had suspected that Princess Mariel had feelings for him but she never said anything so he didn't take it seriously. He'd have to find time and confront her so he could clear things up.Prince Ludiciel had told him that Elves were possessive creatures and they easily get jealous. He didn't want his beloved getting jealous over his own sister. It would be weird.With that thought, he scooted a bit, putting a small distance between he and Princess Mariel.Princess Mariel who noticed this, shifted, closing the gap. She was already aware that the human Prince had no romantic feelings for her but she refused to believe he couldn't develop them. All she had to do was be good to him and make him see that she's much better than her cold hearted brother who just wanted to use him.'What are you doing?' She heard her brother growl telepathically.She met h
Quietly, Zedekiel joined him in bed, the warmth of his body intertwining with Prince Ron's as he enveloped the him in a tender embrace. He snaked an arm around Prince Ron's waist, drawing him close until their bodies touched. He breathed in the intoxicating mix of roses and wine that clung to Ron's skin, a scent that stirred emotions deep within him."You're back." Prince Ron said, turning to look at his beloved. He had been waiting for him for a long time. He tried to play games with Cordin but he couldn't concentrate. He tried to play with his Fox but only ended up pulling her fur too hard so she whisked him on the nose with her tail and ran away. He didn't know what he did for his beloved to leave him alone for such a long time so he was worried and distracted.Zedekiel was surprised. "I thought you were sleeping." He said, rubbing his lover's waist gently."Did you want me to be?" Prince Ron asked, frowning. "Is that why you came back so late? Because you didn't want to talk to me
Prince Ron hugged his beloved, gently comforting him by slowly patting him on the back. "It's okay. You don't have to talk about it now." He whispered. "We can just go to sleep."Zedekiel shook his head. "No. I want to tell you. I've held it in for so long. I want to tell you everything and... maybe it won't hurt so much anymore.""Okay." Prince Ron said. He planted a kiss on his beloved's forehead and prepared to listen attentively. Time to be a supportive wife!"It happened when I was very young." Zedekiel began. "The war between Elves and humans was brutal. There was no respect, no honour, no kindness. Whenever the humans captured Elves alive, they would cut off their ears and pin them to the gates. Back then, the gates and walls of Ashenmore were decorated with the ears of my kind.""Ouch." Prince Ron winced, imagining the pain the Elves had gone through. His beloved had said that their ears were very sensitive. It must have been excruciating for the Elves to have their ears cut o
"Then one day, a human messanger was sent with a letter from King Rafael, inviting us all to his son's engagement and to celebrate the years of peace and prosperity we had. Father was filled with joy. He had never stepped unto human land before and was excited to go. I still didn't trust the humans because nothing of the sort had ever happened before. My father had never extended an invitation to them and neither did King Rafael until that day. I warned my father against going but he said that he had to. That it was another way of showing sincerity and he said he actually had plans on inviting the human King to our Kingdom. King Rafael just beat him to it. He said he that although King Rafael was cunning, he was still a man of honour and would not betray our trust. That it was just a kind gesture.""Kind gesture indeed." He scoffed, recalling how his father had blindly trusted the human King. His eyes went cold as his brain brought forth the image of his father's and brother's severed
With tears in his eyes, Prince Ron hugged his beloved tight. "Don't say that. It wasn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done at that time."He had only watched everything in someone else's body but he bawled his eyes out. What about Zedekiel that was related to them and could hear his brother's wails in his head? It must have been much worse. Zedekiel was still being affected by it."He told me everything." Zedekiel said, trying to keep his tears at bay but it was impossible. How could he recall such a memory and not cry? "How our uncle betrayed us by joining hands with Prince John because he wanted father's throne. How he killed his brother, nephew, and fellow Elves for power. They suffered, Ron. They suffered. You have no idea how lethal iron is to our kind. They all suffered while our bastard of an uncle stood there and watched. He watched as my brother collapsed to the ground, bleeding from his orifices. He watched as Prince John plunged an iron sword into my father's
"Then how should I touch you?" Zedekiel asked innocently. As if he didn't know what he was doing."Don't touch at all!" Prince Ron was so frustrated. Being touched like that made his body react. He didn't want to meet the Shadow Master with a hard-on. He kept thinking of ways to get it down but being in his beloved's lap and being touched all over wasn't helping.If he had known his beloved would enjoy him wearing female clothes so much, he would have come up with another plan. It was like shooting himself in the foot!Zedekiel on the other hand, was completely enjoying himself. He loved to see Prince Ron all red and flustered. Especially in a gown.At first, when Ron discussed the plan with him, Ludiciel and Hilda, he was completely against it. Anything that would have his lover right before the Shadow Master was unacceptable.But then, Ron urged him to listen more and he heard the part where Ron would be disguised as Rose so that the Shadow Master would not suspect a thing.Being di
Zedekiel worshipped Prince Ron's neck and ear with his lips and tongue, taking his time to rub their cocks together, using their pre-cum as lube. He fisted their lengths in one hand, stroking, gently running his fingers over each protruding vein, being rewarded by the sexy little whimpers Prince Ron released. Each moan punched straight to his already quivering balls.Prince Ron felt like he had been thrown into an inferno, his body writhing in delight. He felt the slight sting of his hole stretching as Zedekiel plunged two fingers into him. He spread his legs wider, wrapping his arms backward around his beloved's neck as he moved his waist, trying to grind on the hand between his legs."That's it, my love. Feel me." Zedekiel purred in his ear. His lover was just getting wetter and wetter. "Do you want another finger, baby? Tell me. Is that what you want?"Red faced, Prince Ron nodded, biting on his lip. How could he say something so embarrassing?Zedekiel tutted, using his teeth to re
"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