I cannot fail, not after decades of concealing my true self.
Basilea will meet her demise, her demon line must perish with the incubus. She was the last for the throne.
I have made my vow.
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When she was sent to Armand's kingdom I almost lost it. Decades we've spent watching her, adapting to the situation waiting for our king to give the order only to let her go was a giant step back for me and Cato.
Between the elven kingdoms that spread throughout realms, our king had a long history with her royal family. Her sire had made sure we were hunted and made to become their slaves for hundreds of years. Basilea was still young, she was kept in her golden cage at that time, high up in her tower with her pet dragon to keep her company. She didn't know me and Cato, but then she got to know us when we followed and joined her under the protection of king Eustace until the kingdom came under King Ranulf's reign. I managed to keep an eye on her, soliciting a kind of friendship to make sure I can get close to her when the time came for me to end her life.
I've spent nights remembering the day I and Cato pledged ourselves to follow our king's order. To pledge that one day, when it's time we will not hesitate to end her. I, Justus, the great elven general gave my life for my king, to serve and follow his royal resolve. Cato was my right-hand man, to leave him behind at Ranulf's was not my preference. But I didn't want to ruin my chance and make our true purpose revealed.
The idea to get the crawlers involved was to create a diversion and it worked. None was even looking at me as I managed to slip within the ranking generals and infused myself into their kingdom's army.
The time I spent within their line of defense made it easy for me to read their structure. Every demon and fallen angel liked me. They thought I was their friendly elven warrior, diversity, I heard one of the generals tell the others. I laughed it off telling him that I miss the battles.
It was a couple of days after I arrived at Armand's, I know that I can move more freely being one of their guards. Unlike Ranulf, Armand kept his reign small and less structured. He kept his oldest general close and the rest has no idea about his plans. Where at some stage I can say it was a good thing, but then again keeping your generals close meant that I have away into his kingdom.
Now that Armand had lost Titus and Magnus, there was an opening to fill their vacant role. Me being his harem and also a warrior, I aimed for the spot. All while waiting for my King's order.
Yeah, I thought I'd make myself useful for the time being.
Armand was a mess, and Basilea was all over him, trying to comfort him. I almost laughed at her attitude toward Armand. It was pathetic, and the fallen angel can do so much more with his kingdom yet he chooses to sit on his ass all day and grief for Titus, the general who betrayed him for some jealous friend.
It was such a terrible way to lose your trusted general. I've come to know Titus, the man was a good fighter and strategist. It was truly a great loss for the kingdom, not that I'd grieve for their loss.
"Justus,"
I heard my name called, and I smiled seeing it was the king himself who sought me out in the middle of our weapon-handling practice.
"King Armand," I lowered my gaze down to the ground, just like I always do to show him the respect that I was giving him. Seconds later, I gave him my best smile just to add the pretense that I was into him. But it was not a difficult task since the male was very attractive even Cato had thought so too. I just need to dismiss his demon bitch.
"When you have a moment, I'd like to talk to you."
"Of course my king," I tugged my lips for a smile then talked to my sparing partner before joining Armand at the royal court.
"You are a very good attacker, I've heard good things about you." The king complimented me and then started talking about his kingdom and the future of my role as part of his army.
"... you will be the first elf to join us. Others have the experience, but there's no denying that you have the skill. Far more advance than others in line for the position, with this in mind, I will be appointing you as general in training. Your skill will be honed to perfection, Bharat and Osirus will track your progress and report back to me."
His words were calm, he had made progress in not drowning in his grief for Titus. I admired his love for his general, but if he kept on showing his sorrow for the traitor, the man will surely look weak in my eyes.
"I am honored."
There was no question if I'd agree with his decision, he knew that any being offered a such position will jump on the chance to please their king. And it has been part of my job as the great elven general to keep my disguise, going with everything that will succeed towards my end goal.
"Very good, you are dismissed."
"Thank you, my king." I let my eyes meet his and gave him a little nod, there was a twinkle in his eyes. A hint of understanding passed between us and I knew that he was very pleased with the outcome of our conversation.
It was not until hours later that the king visited my chamber. He had never done so previously, and thankfully I have nothing to hide from him. Any indication of my visits to the crawler's cave was not on display, I was safe and I welcomed the king to my chambers with a warm greeting.
"My king," I was half naked and was about to get ready to end the day since I was not summoned to the king's chamber.
"You're going to rest," he pointed out as his eyes roamed freely to my bare chest.
"I was," I replied, letting him close the distance between us. His lips were inches from mine, and I stayed still waiting for him to make the first move. It wasn't the first time he played with me without his demon bitch. We had stolen moments where he just couldn't help himself when he saw me and I've enjoyed those times together immensely. But the moment he stepped into my room, I know he was asking for more time to be with me. Maybe killing Basilea will be easier after all.
It was the first time he came to me after his loss, I didn't expect him for maybe weeks later. I knew that he has feelings for his little demon, though I would never get jealous of the lesser being, him coming to my chamber for my company pleased my inner ego.
His hand rested on my waist, tightening his grip, and abruptly pulled me to feel his sculpted figure. His other hand reached my backside and slowly traced lower and tugged the flimsy string of my bottom cloth that hides my half-hardening cock. The hard repetitive smack of his palm on my bare ass cheek was next and it sent a jolt of excitement straight to my cock.
"You're the most beautiful elven creature I've ever seen." His breath was hot against the crook of my neck. "You're strong," he walked me to my bed, pushed me to lay on my front, and roughly grab my wrists and hold them tightly above my head while his knees parted my legs with urgency.
"Thank you, my king," I cracked out, half needy, knowing he was going be rough with me. Somehow I've become addicted to his aggressive sexual behavior toward me. As if it was why he likes being with males, knowing he can let out his inner beast with me.
The hand pushed me down, he almost suffocates me with his weight which only made my desire flare more. His thrusts were hard and deep, and his voice was throaty, demanding. His grip was bruising me, but I wanted more knowing the release will be too satisfying.
"Fuck," I cursed in ecstasy seconds just after his cock reached deeper and bottomed out. "Please, my king..." his hand wrapped around my neck, constricting my airway making me lust for more.
"This," he breathed, "us... is just fucking," he spat out, at the same time his hips slammed onto my ass. The smacking sound of our skins filled the room, and our sexual tension heightened.
"Yes," I shuddered, agreeing to whatever he was giving me. The setup was temporary, he was not my true king and I won't ever be stupid enough to fall for Armand. He has his flaws, much worse, not near enough to the perfection of the elven king.
My mind went to Magnus, Armand was making sure that I won't be like his previous male lover. Not wanting history to repeat itself.
"I am yours to use," there I stroked his ego and sure enough the king growled and flipped me to face him. His kiss was punishing, our tongue battle for dominance, but just because I know he wanted me to. I'd give him resistance, to which then he'd dominate me with great strength and that was when I mewled. My legs trembled when he positioned me to his liking then when back to fucking me into the bed.
We were sweating and panting, our bodies tangled, and our lips latched like a pair of leeches. He kept dominating me, giving me smacks whenever he felt like it. The randomness made my dick even harder and after more hours of intense edging and fucking we both finally climaxed. His cum was still oozing, trailing down my leg when he gets dressed and left.