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
"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