Zhee_AliyuSign OutBecoming the Elf King’s Bride (BL)EditPaywalledUpdated in 2024-08-06 21:55:371113WordsHe recalled his lonely days in the Isle, not knowing whether it was day or night and he began to cry. "I was kidnapped and while I was there, all I could think about was you. It was horrible. I was scared and I didn't know what to do. You alone occupied my thoughts and kept me going. You have no idea how happy I was when you came to save me but all of a sudden, you changed. You didn't pay attention to me anymore. You didn't talk to me and you always evaded my touch. I even started to think that maybe you didn't want me because you thought something happened between me and Fredrick."Zedekiel eyes widened, his heart aching at Prince Ron's words. "Why would you think that?""What did you expect me to think?" Prince Rom retorted, wiping his tears as he glared at his beloved. "You wouldn't touch me. Maybe you thought I was tainted by-"Prince Ron was silenced by a finger to his
Cordin, who had heard their King compliment Prince Ron in such a manner, felt like he had been struck by lightning. Their powerful King who always looked cold and scary was reduced to a lover boy before Prince Ron! No! He had to get out of the room before he heard any more. He didn't want the image of his King to change in his eyes.He quickly packed up the rest of the dishes, tucked the Fox under his arm and dashed out of the room.Now that they were alone, Zedekiel lowered his head to Prince Ron's ear, lightly brushing his lips against the soft pink lobe. "Do you know when you look the most beautiful?" he whispered, his voice a deep, velvet murmur that sent a shiver down Prince Ron's spine."W-When?" Prince Ron asked, blushing deeply. If it was about his appearance then he definitely wanted to know!Zedekiel smirked and caught Prince Ron's lobe with his teeth as he whispered; "When you're completely naked."Before Prince Ron could reply, he felt his beloved's hands move low, untying
Prince Ron moaned, arching his back like a cat, pushing out his chest as he felt the finger slide in deep. It was quickly followed by another then another, digging in until they brushed a certain spot that made his entire body writhe in pleasure. He cried out as his legs went soft and Zedekiel had to release his penis and hold him up by his waist.Prince Ron was a needy moaning mess as his pink ass was played with. The fingers slipping in and out in a fast pace, each time jabbing at his prostate over and over again which left him keening with pleasure. Tears of joy leaked from his eyes as he threw his head back against Zedekiel’s shoulder. Feeling his impending orgasm, his vision blurred around the edges, sweat dripping from his body. His ass clamped down around his beloved's fingers and he screamed as his shaft jerked then exploded, his body spasming as he came over and over again.As Zedekiel watched Prince Ron cum, his breath caught in his throat. The way Prince Ron squirmed in his
They watched with bated breaths, eyes wide as the door opened and the King himself stepped out, his cold presence commanding instant silence. He was a figure of striking majesty, his long silver hair flowing down his back like a waterfall of moonlight. His violet eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned the crowd with a gaze that seemed to see all. Dressed in magnificent black robes, he was the embodiment of royal power and authority.The crowd's excitement deflated when they waited but didn't see the human Prince. But then, the King held out his hand towards the carriage, and a small, pale, slender hand took it.The crowd erupted into deafening screams as Prince Ron emerged from the carriage with the help of the King, grinning with confidence. His eye-catching wine-colored robes clung to his slender form, the rich fabric sequined with golden designs that shimmered in the morning light. His striking red hair, a cascade of fiery curls, framed his face and ears in a way that made him look de
Prince Ron wondered what had gotten into his beloved. He was being so touchy. He didn't mind if his beloved did it when they were alone but they were in public! The only people aware of their relationship were Prince Ludiciel and Princess Mariel. He was afraid that the others would find it weird. Especially his sister and the Queen Mother. He wasn't ready for them to find out yet. And even if they were to find out, he didn't want it to be like this!Zedekiel knew what Prince Ron was thinking and he couldn't help but laugh for Prince Ron didn't know that everyone was already aware of their relationship. He knew that Princess Rose was aware too because Hilda had already informed him of their plan. Anyway, he didn't care because he knew they would not be able to succeed.If the Princesses managed to lace their drinks with aphrodisiacs, then it would only be beneficial for him and Prince Ron. Although the aphrodisiac would not work on him, it would on Prince Ron.He reached out and lazily
Prince Ron's ears perked up the second he heard the words 'games' and 'eat'. He was already thinking about how to go over to the citizens tents and eat when the aroma of roasted meat hit his nose. He smiled, rubbing his palms together for he couldn't wait. Turns out they were going there anyway."And when will they get back?" Princess Rose asked, already feeling bored."Anytime they catch a Crimson Mane." Prince Ludiciel replied. "Even if they don't, the event ends by sundown."Princess Rose groaned. "So we're gonna be here till sundown?""Your tone makes me think you have no respect for our traditions." The Queen Mother said, turning to Princess Rose. "Is this how you're going to behave if you get married to my son?"'Not that you ever will.' She added inwardly.Princess Rose paled as she quickly corrected; "No no that's not what I meant. I apologize if my tone upset you. I actually feel excited. Really excited." But she cursed the Queen Mother in her mind. 'Excited my foot! I'm goin
A few citizens felt sorry for her and used long sticks to help her get to her feet. She then glared at the King who wasn't even looking at her then she stormed off with a servant escorting her back to change."What creature was that?" Prince Ron asked, pointing at the black and yellow creature that skipped away, looking satisfied.Zedekiel chuckled. "It is akin to what you humans call a skunk. Who asked your sister to provoke it? She will be smelling for days."Prince Ron snickered. He didn't really care. It served her right for disturbing it anyway.As they continued their journey, Princess Mariel tried to find ways to talk to Prince Ron but Prince Ron acted like she was invisible. Frustrated, she boldly forced herself between them, effectively separating them.The citizens quietly watching, wondered what was going on. Wasn't the Princess aware of the King and the human Prince's relationship? Wasn't she afraid to incur the wrath of the King? Intentionally creating discord between a c
Zedekiel wasted no time. He captured Prince Ron's grape juice stained lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue slipping inside to taste the sweet remnants of the grape as his hands hoisted Prince Ron's legs up, making them wrap around his waist.Prince Ron closed his eyes and his body melted in his beloved's arms. He responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around Zedekiel’s neck as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation.The kiss was demanding yet tender, as if his beloved wanted to consume him and cherish him all at once. Their bodies pressed closer until they could feel each other’s heartbeat. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them lost in each other.When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting together as they tried to steady themselves.Zedekiel's voice was low and husky as he whispered, "I couldn't resist you, love. Watching you eat those grapes made me want to take you right there. I really can't wait for tonight."He cou
He paused dramatically and everyone shook their heads.“Exactly! No, he didn’t!” Prince Ron pointed with glee. “He turned every one of them down, declaring boldly that he would only marry for true love!”Everyone went; “Awww.”“And then!” Prince Ron threw up his hands with a dramatic flourish. “One day, the brave Prince was at an inn. He’d heard rumors about some King in the North—one who dared to ask for his sister’s hand in marriage. But this Prince wasn’t the type to trust someone based on hearsay, so he went himself to gather intel.”At this point, Zedekiel frowned. Why did the story sound familiar but wrong somehow?“So there he was, chilling at the bar, sipping on ginger ale and chatting with the barkeep, when he spotted someone. A ridiculously handsome man, sitting alone in the corner, just enjoying his meal.”Zedekiel’s frown deepened. This story sounded really familiar…“What the handsome man didn’t realize,” Prince Ron continued, “was that a group of shady-looking bandits ha
Prince Ron gasped, eyes going wide. “Your what?!”Elliot smiled sheepishly, but his eyes flicked affectionately to Prince Ludiciel as he held his hand. He never really thought some harmless flirting with an Elf Prince in a flower house would result in a relationship but he was happy it did. Prince Ludiciel was the most caring, considerate, and loving creature he had ever met.Prince Ron was still stunned. He glanced at his beloved who was just smiling and then he realised that his beloved already knew! Was he the only one that didn't know? Was he the last to know? Why didn't they tell him first? His brother-in-law had found a partner! He was the one that was supposed to announce it in a grand style! Throw a party! Celebrate!He gazed at the couple then asked with little hope. “I-I'm not the last one to know, am I?”Zedekiel shook his head with a sigh. Was that was his little husband was concerned about?The Ice Fairy Queen, Prince Ludiciel and Elliot chuckled.“Well…the entire Royal f
Prince Ron sat obediently on a bed—well, as obediently as he could manage—while the Ice Fairy Queen moved gracefully around him, her shimmering white gown trailing like mist on ice. Her crystal blue eyes sparkled as she checked over him and gently examined his belly.“Would you stop staring at her and smiling like that?” Zedekiel, who was beside him, holding his hand, huffed.Prince Ron blinked. “But I’ve never seen an ice fairy before, let alone their queen.” He replied with a pout. Besides, she was really pretty. Her knee-length snow-white hair swayed as she moved, and everything about her was elegant, ethereal… cold, but really beautiful. He wondered if she had wings and if she would show him if he asked.“I don’t care.” Zedekiel grumbled. “Stop staring. Now. It's rude.” And what happened to him being the most handsome in the world? If his little husband wanted to stare at someone, couldn't he stare at him? The Ice Fairy Queen was his friend but he couldn't help feeling jealous whe
From the sidelines, Alaric and Talon watched in silence. Neither spoke, neither moved. They just stood there, watching Zedekiel and Prince Ron, a million thoughts racing through their minds.Talon’s gaze lingered on Prince Ron and Zedekiel, the way Zedekiel held his Prince Ron so tight, yet so gentle, the way Prince Ron melted into him, safe, reassured, like he trusted Zedekiel more than his own self and looked to the Elf King to keep him together. Prince Ron looked at Zedekiel like he was the only one he could see. As if when they were together, nothing else mattered and it was just them.His hands clenched at his sides in frustration. He wanted that. He wanted that and more. He felt envious—achingly envious. To the extent that his chest felt stuffy, and his teeth ached. He wanted to hold a particular person like that, have the person look at him with that kind of love, that kind of devotion. He wanted the person to trust him, to make him feel like he was the only one in the entire w
Prince Ron beamed, rubbing the back of his precious frying pan. Oh, he’ll make it count alright.And make it count he did.Some minutes later, the dungeon echoed with a loud CLANG as Prince Ron’s frying pan made direct contact with Hugh’s head. The unfortunate man let out a strangled grunt before slumping forward, completely dazed. He didn’t know if it was because he had received several beatings from Zedekiel earlier, but the human Prince’s hit was quite painful. He was tired and he wanted it all to stop.But Prince Ron was not done. He signaled the guards to lift Hugh up which they did. He then took two steps back and BANG! smacked Hugh on the side of his face. Blood sprayed against the wall of the cell and Hugh groaned, coughing out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth.Everyone’s eyes widened in alarm. Was the human prince that strong or was the frying pan really that heavy?Prince Ron glared down at Hugh, his grip tightening around the handle of the frying pan. For three months, h
Prince Ron’s attention, however, was immediately drawn to the weird and spooky looking lantern. His emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity as he pointed at the lantern. "What is that?" he asked, staring at the glowing light. He had never seen such a lantern before. Could it be a genie? He wouldn’t be surprised if it was though. He fell in love with his sister’s husband to be who turned out to be an Elf, married him while having sex under the moonlight and was now carrying his babies. He had also been kidnapped by a deranged Elf and was saved by his beloved who brought along a weak rude witch. They even battled the Dark Lord from hell who came to take him away and some hours ago, he was possessed by an evil uncle Elf spirit. Seeing a genie now who could grant three of his wishes would not surprise him at all.Although, he did truly wish it was a genie. His first wish would be to have more stamina so he could go long hours in bed with his beloved! He could never forget the way his beloved
While healing Hugh, Zedekiel's entire body suddenly tensed as he felt a very familiar presence close by. His heart skipped a beat, and without a second thought, he released Hugh, letting the broken necromancer crumple to the cold stone floor in a disfigured heap. He turned on his heel and quickly went out of the cell, his violet eyes glowing as they locked onto the approaching figure.Prince Ron.Dressed in wine-coloured night robes, his russet curls bounced, and his emerald eyes sparkled with mischief as he walked towards the cell. Despite the weight of his heavily pregnant belly, a large cast-iron frying pan was clutched firmly in his hand as he marched with two Elf guards flanked at his sides, carrying large bundles of ropes and one scarily sharp looking shears.Prince Ron was humming a tune as he walked when saw his beloved standing a few feet away and his entire face lit up like fireworks on new year's. His smile was wide and radiant, pure happiness shining from his eyes as he mo
Zedekiel stepped forward, unbothered by the filth beneath his black boots. He raised his hand, and the necromancer’s battered body lifted from the ground, levitating in the air as if strung up by invisible threads. The necromancer let out a wretched cry, his body convulsing in agony. His limbs dangled uselessly, his blackened skin cracking open as fresh blood seeped from his wounds.Talon had done a thorough job. He smiled a bit for he couldn’t even recognise Hugh anymore and it gave him a little bit of satisfaction. His violet eyes gleamed coldly as he began to move his fingers in intricate motions, channeling his magic. Slowly, the necromancer’s burns receded, the ruined flesh knitting itself back together. Cracked bones realigned with sickening pops, shredded muscles mended as if time itself was reversing and the necromancer gasped, his cries of agony morphing into shuddering breaths as strength returned to his limbs.Talon frowned, eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What the fuck are y
The light pearls caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the cool amusement in his dark eyes.Talon’s gaze immediately snapped to Alaric’s exposed throat and his pupils thinned to slits, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Where the fuck is it?" he snarled.Alaric arched a brow. "Where the fuck is what?" he asked, feigning innocence. Then, as if just catching on, he made an exaggerated ‘ohhh’ sound, his slender fingers drifting lazily to his throat, tracing the pale skin there. "You mean the collar?" He smirked, expecting Talon to burst into fury at any moment. The bird had always been such a hot head. He could have worn a high neck robe to cover the fact that the collar wasn’t on his neck but Talon had tormented him with that collar for 3 months. Now that he was free of it, he couldn’t help but want revenge. Talon’s entire frame tensed, his breath coming out in a harsh hiss. His canines and claws elongated, smoke curling from his nostrils as fury boiled within him. "Do n