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“There are hidden chambers all around the castle.” Zedekiel informed him with a smile. “Let's win this and I'll show you each one.” Prince Ron grinned. “Deal!” He could already imagine all the things he would do hehe. The people he would sneak up on, all the juicy gossip he would hear, oh and the lovely pranks he would do together with their kids!“Just make sure I'm excluded from all that.” Zedekiel chuckled as he pulled Ron into the hidden chamber and it slid close, giving them the privacy they needed. Ron laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he realized Zedekiel had heard everything. But it didn't matter if his beloved heard his thoughts. This was his beloved! His husband! Also, his beloved could never be exempted from all that he would do with the hidden chambers. If his beloved didn't experience them, how would he enjoy it?Zedekiel, who had heard everything, just let out a helpless sigh. There was no escaping his little husband's pranks then. He even had a feel

Alaric stood in the courtyard, the air humming softly with magic as he chanted a spell to fortify the castle structure just in case the battle with Dareth happens close by. As Ron said, it would be the home where his nephews would grow up and he didn't want it getting destroyed in the fight. He was adding protective wards to the pillars when he sensed Talon approaching. “Not now, Talon” he warned as he turned sharply, eyes narrowing. What did the stupid chicken want anyway? Wasn't he being clear enough by ignoring him?But Talon obviously didn’t listen to him. He continued to approach so Alaric decided to ignore him and focus on the protection wards. He muttered the final words of the incantation and when the last sigil sealed with a shimmer of blue light, he quickly chanted his vanishing spell. Talon, who had already anticipated that, hurriedly jumped and hugged Alaric just as the spell took effect.The room warped and in an instant, they landed in a tangle on a large bed. For a fe

“You can reverse the spell now?” Zedekiel asked Ron. Ron nodded. “Yes. Strangely, it's all in here.” He tapped his temple. “It’s like she transferred her knowledge to me along with her powers. I just think about the spell and boom, it comes to me. It's just that we'll need some ingredients. If we can gather the ingredients and I perform the spell, every essence he stole will return to their owners or vanish if their owners are no more. He will no longer be invincible. We can stop him once and for all.”Queen Lillian watched her son with awe and pride. He was no longer the baby she used to hug tight and spoil rotten. He was now a responsible son, Queen, and parent who was ready to protect his family and all that he loves at any cost. She sighed. When did he grow so much? The Queen Mother thought the same thing. The Ron she knew months ago just wanted to laze around and eat as much goldenberries as he could find. Most of all, he just wanted her son's affections which he got but now,

A deep, heartfelt chuckle escaped the Elf King as he felt the tug on his hair next. “Well someone’s full of energy.”“This one seems more like me.” Ron said proudly from beside him. “I think his name should start with the letter R.” Zedekiel chuckled. “We'll discuss that too.” Porsha came forward next, carrying the third-born and Zedekiel tried to return the second-born to Queen Lillian but the little one refused to let go. He stuck to Zedekiel like a leech, his tiny fingers gripping Zedekiel’s robes with surprising strength. For a newborn Elf/witch/spirit, his hold was incredible.With a helpless smile, Zedekiel just ruffled his soft silver curls and let him be. He turned to the next baby. The third child had soft silver hair and half-lidded green eyes, his tiny chest rising and falling slowly. He was already asleep, looking impossibly peaceful. Zedekiel brushed a lock of silver hair from the baby’s face, his heart swelling with love and pride. He looked around—at his children, hi

Zedekiel let himself be led forward by his little husband to meet four tiny bundles lying in the arms of the Queen Mother, Queen Lillian, Porsha, and Mariel, each gazing up at Zedekiel curiously. Zedekiel's breath caught in his throat and he paused just before them, gazing at them with awe. He suddenly didn't know what to do or say. He raised a hand, but quickly put it down, realizing he didn't even know how to hold a baby. His lips parted but they quickly snapped shut for he felt saying just ‘hello’ to their kids would not suffice. Everyone watching couldn't help but laugh. Their King looked so funny. It was as if he was in front of a different kind of species all together and not his own children. Two pairs of violet eyes and two pairs of shimmering green stared back at him, waiting for him to say or do something and he started to sweat. Why was this so hard?“Come on, touch them,” Ron urged, his emerald eyes bright with excitement. “They won’t bite.” He grinned and tugged Zedeki

His chest swelled with satisfaction. Hehehe. This meant the attitude came from Zedekiel, not him. From that cool, collected expression, it was obvious the child was going to be quite the handful. And since he looked exactly like Zedekiel, everyone would blame his father, not him. He absolutely loved the way things turned out. Turning toward his mother, Ron smiled sweetly. “Mother, I must have been a very gentle child, right? I’m sure I never gave you or Father any trouble when I was little. I must have been adorable, respectful, and very sweet.”Queen Lillian laughed nervously, a bead of sweat forming at her temple as memories of a much younger Ron darting through the castle halls as maids ran after him came flooding back. “W-Well, you were adorable and sweet, that’s true,” she said delicately, “but… let’s just say you were also quite an energetic child.”Prince Ron’s grin brightened, chest puffing out with pride. “You hear that, everyone? I was an energetic child!”The words echoed

Satisfied, a smile spread across his face as he stared at the ceiling. Fuck, life was good. Really good. Maybe once all this nonsense with Haruto finally dies down, he and Ryu should go somewhere. France sounded nice. He would love to see the Eiffel Tower and eat baguettes. Or maybe Greece? Actually, no. An island would be better. He smiled to himself. Yep. Definitely an island. Just him, Ryu, the trees, the sand, and the ocean. How wonderful it would be. He was halfway through planning an imaginary vacation when the mattress dipped beside him. Ryu returned and reached for Aito's left hand. Still distracted by thoughts of beaches, sunshine, and almost drooling at the imagination of Ryu in swimming trunks, his perfectly sculptured abs on display for him alone to see, Aito let him. Something cool slid against his skin and the sensation immediately pulled him from his thoughts. His brow furrowed as he raised his hand up to see what Ryu had done and what he saw made his heart kick

"Fuck I'm close." Ryu groaned. His movements became messier though his thrusts were even harder, his shaft digging deeper into Aito. Aito's chute squeezed him tight, and he came hard as a string of curses left his mouth. He buried his face in the crook of Aito's neck, his face scrunched up ever so slightly as he filled Aito up with his seed. The liquid heat coating Aito's walls made Aito moan softly. He loved it when Ryu came inside him. His entire body throbbed but it was the good kind. He felt so warm and refreshed despite the slight fatigue. He felt Ryu kiss his neck before pulling back. Their eyes met and Aito's breath caught. Fuck. Ryu was looking at him in a way that made the rest of the world disappear. His dark eyes seemed softer than Aito had ever seen them, filled with a warmth that settled deep in his chest. Ryu was gazing at him with so much admiration, so much devotion, so much love. It was the kind that couldn't be hidden no matter how hard someone tried. He

Aito's mind blanked. “Ry-Ryu wait! Wait!” He just came and his entire body was extremely sensitive. Just a brush of Ryu's fingers against his cock had him quivering all over. It made him want to run away and hide but at the same time, he wanted more. Ryu chuckled darkly, fisting Aito's dick, pressing his thumb against the wet slit. “You’ve been asking me to wait. Wait for what?” Aito responded with a seductive moan and his body shook like he was being tasered. He couldn't completely make out what Ryu was saying. All he knew was that he was hard again and he already felt like cumming. Ryu pulled out his hand and yanked Aito's briefs down to his feet. He went on his knees and instantly took Aito's swollen dick into his mouth. He moaned at the slightly salty yet sweet taste of his lover and grabbed his plump ass cheeks, squeezing as he proceeded to suck Aito like his life depended on it. “Ah, Ryu…” Aito mewled as his hips punched forward. He had to grip the sink behind him so

Ryu's hand rested at Aito's waist, thumb rubbing slow circles over the fabric of his ivory shirt. “You were scared, weren’t you?” he asked. “More like nervous,” Aito replied, pulling away just enough to look at Ryu's handsome face. “And uncomfortable. I hated being around him.” “I’m sorry you had to do that,” Ryu said, brushing a strand of blonde hair from Aito's face. “You know I was against you meeting him in the first place, but you’re so stubborn.” Aito giggled. “I know. I just really wanted to help.” Ryu understood. And Aito did help. It was because of him that their plan was working well. So Ryu only smiled and reached for Aito's hand, gently pulling him along toward the guest room. “Wanna take a shower before dinner?” “Definitely,” Aito replied, following him. He couldn't wait to take off the clothes and scrub himself clean. He'd also brush his teeth while he was at it. Ryu stopped in front of the guest room door, recalling that Aito's clothes were upstairs. “Go in,” he

The second Kaito and Aito stepped into the living room, a loud round of applause filled the space, followed by whistles and several overlapping voices. Kenji, Kento, Ryu, Yasu, and Tobio were all there, smiling and looking proud. Aito was stunned. He hadn't expected to be ambushed like this. He locked eyes with Ryu who was standing beside the long couch and Ryu gave him a sultry wink to which his cheeks turned pink and warmth spread all the way to the tips of his ears. He ducked his head a little, and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling shyly. The first part of their plan had actually worked and everyone was proud of him. They must have known that it was really difficult for him to calmly face Haruto like that and being appreciated like this felt quite good. Kaito, meanwhile, reacted as if the applause had been organized specifically for him alone. He placed one hand over his chest and bowed dramatically, flashing them a bright grin. “Thank you, thank you everyone. I’m so awes

Haruto's pale face regained some colour when Aito lifted his head and he smiled a little. “Please forgive me, Aito.” Aito let a short silence stretch between them before finally nodding. “Okay. Just don’t do it again.” Haruto let out a relieved sigh and nodded. He’d never ever upset Aito like that again. He would do anything to make Aito happy. His biggest fear wasn’t just Aito leaving him. What terrified him was the possibility of Aito going back to Ryu. If Aito should reject him and date some other dude, he could take it. He could be patient and plan a way to get Aito back but if Aito should leave him for Ryu, he would never accept it. In that case, one of them would have to leave the earth. Either him or Ryu. “So,” Aito said, clearing his throat. “What are you doing here? You know this mall belongs to the Fuujis. Aren’t you afraid someone will recognise you?” Haruto shook his head then gave a smug smile. “That’s why I wore a face mask. Besides, I know the location of most