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
"We have booked a room upstairs. It's very spacious and neat. You'll like it." The short one said. "Here, I'll lead the way.""Yes, yes, be careful fair maiden." The tall one said as they made their way upstairs. "Watch your steps."Few minutes later...Zedekiel returned to his seat, looking refreshed.Prince Ludiciel gazed around, wondering where the men were so he asked; "What did you do?""Nothing." Zedekiel shrugged innocently. "We simply had a good time."Abruptly, a woman's scream upstairs pierced the air, prompting a group of guards to rush towards the source. After some time, the guards emerged, hauling two bodies with limbs twisted and broken. Legs and arms dangled precariously, as if suspended by mere threads.Prince Ludiciel folded his arms, sternly looking at his brother. "Really? You had to break them?""Befitting punishment for our kind. They'll heal quickly anyway." Zedekiel responded nonchalantly. His eyes then caught Prince Ron's figure entering the restaurant and his
Prince Ron snorted as he thought of his sister. "I wonder how too.""Excuse me?" The man said, surprised. "You do not have any plans for that?"Prince Ron realised that he misspoke, forgetting that he was in disguise. He had to quickly turn things around!He glared at the man. "You, what is your name?"The man wondered how the question concerned his name. Still, he answered; "Muck. My name is Muck."Prince Ron grimaced. Who the hell would name their child Muck? Certainly not him. He and his beloved, assuming they have kids in the future, would give them wonderful cute names. What the hell was a Muck?He sighed. "What an ugly name.""Pardon?" Muck frowned."You should learn to mind your own business, Muck." Prince Ron said, flinging his chopsticks at his face. "Your job is to deliver information to me not to ask me questions. Who do you think you are? Just because I bought you some food doesn't mean we're on equal footing. I am the Princess of Ashenmore. How dare you question me?"Muck
SMACK!Hilda received an ear-shattering slap to her face. Her head whipped to the side due to the force and she could already taste blood in her mouth.She instantly went on her knees, her head lowered. "Please, forgive me, Your Highness.""Forgive you?" Princess Rose sneered. "After playing around for an entire day?"She grabbed Hilda by her hair, yanking her close. "Who were you with, huh? Which man did you seek to fill your useless hole you whore!"SMACK SMACK SMACK!Hilda's cheek turned bright red and a small stream of blood escaped her lips. Her body trembled from the pain but she held back her tears. "I-I wasn't with any man, Your Highness." She said. "I swear, I am innocent.""Then where have you been?" Princess Rose demanded. "I gave you just one order. Make sure that Griffith is dead. Did you need an entire day to confirm it? Useless!"She released Hilda and kicked her on the chest, sending her to the ground. She was so furious. She hated it when things weren't done quickly a
She quickly looked away, trembling as she wondered just how she had incured the King's wrath. She only wanted to help the human Prince.Prince Ron noticed that the stall owner wasn't moving. He could also feel a slight vibration in the air so he turned to his beloved with his arms folded. "What are you doing? She just wants to help.""Why not ask me for help?" Zedekiel huffed. "I have hands too. I can wear the pin for you."It then dawned on Prince Ron that his beloved was jealous. "Pfft!" He burst into a fit of giggles.Zedekiel's face darkened and he turned away from Ron, walking briskly through the lantern lit street. A stall owner dared to try and touch his lover. He got angry and his lover was laughing at him. Didn't he have the right to be jealous?"Hey wait!" Prince Ron called out. He collected the pin from the stall owner and hurriedly ran after his beloved. "I'm sorry, hold on!"Hearing Prince Ron call out to him, Zedekiel smiled to himself and slowed his steps so that Prince
The man gazed behind Prince Ron and bowed deeply. "Congratulations, Your Majesty, Your Highness. I shall give a better gift at your wedding ceremony."With that, he dashed off leaving Prince Ron puzzled.Wedding ceremony? Prince Ron turned to look at his beloved who seemed quite pleased."What?" Zedekiel asked. "We declared ourselves husbands just now. Do you not want to get married?"Of course Prince Ron wanted it. He wanted it so much! He had imagined himself walking down the isle a hundred times. Saying the words 'I do' a hundred times. Kissing his beloved in front of the whole world a hundred times. But..."You didn't ask me yet." Prince Ron said, pursing his lips. "You didn't ask me to marry you."The rest of the citizens who were on their way with gifts heard this and retreated slowly. They gazed at their King, wondering, to give or not to give? Their Queen was angry. Would there still be a wedding?Zedekiel didn't expect Prince Ron to say such a thing. Sometimes, he forgot that
He suddenly felt like crying. He had been preparing for his wedding since he knew what a wedding was. He had his flavour and colour of cake chosen already. He knew what kind of decorations he wanted. The music that would be played and above all, the clothes that he would wear. He even had a guest list which he had hidden carefully back at Ashenmore. He wanted his wedding celebration to go on for days and for everyone to enjoy themselves. He had planned for it to be a grand celebration, grander than anything on earth. So grand that even the Gods would be jealous.But he had gotten himself an unromantic husband.He sighed. Ah, what would he do?Suddenly, a soft, ethereal melody began to drift through the air, wrapping around his senses like a gentle embrace. The music was slow and beautiful, its tender notes weaving a tapestry of emotions that touched the depths of his heart. He looked left and right, front and back, wondering where the music was coming from. It sounded so nice and beau
"Seeing you everyday, being so close to you, having you in my bed made my feelings for you grow even more. I found myself getting jealous over the slightest things and when we went to interrogate Griffith, when you held me in the dungeon, saying you were scared of the darkness, I felt a fierce need to protect you. I wanted to hold you close and made sure nothing harmed you. And then, when Griffith informed you of our true identity and you didn't care, I felt on top of the world. Even though I was aware of how I felt about you, a part of me was scared because I didn't know if you'd be able to accept me for who I am. An Elf." Tears gathered in Prince Ron's eyes and his heart melted with each word. He held the flowers, gazing at his beloved as he attentively listened to his beloved's speech. "But you were not scared at all. Nor were you disgusted. You have no idea how deeply your actions and words affected me that day. I've always seen humans as fickle creatures. Betrayers and liars but
"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