The Warlord's Lovely Prize Mga Nobela at Kwento

The warrior's whole face was as red as a tomato from choking and congestion, so he had to wave his hand in surrender, or Elroy would have strangled him into unconsciousness. " Match is over, Elroy wins!" When the king announced the winner, all the gathered warriors made a gasp of awe. "The prince actually defeated him..." "Oh my god, the prince has only learned combat skills for twenty minutes..." After several minutes, all the warriors looked at me with wild eyes. They looked so excited and worshipful. They no longer thought of me as a rabbit, but as an animal breeder. They seemed to be able to get delicious food just by following me.

The first rope of seed floods me and he roars again, the sound echoing through the entire camp, announcing to every soldier that their warlord is breeding his prize. Everyone knows. Everyone can hear their warlord emptying himself into his human prize. The thought should horrify me, should shame the princess I was. Instead it makes me clench harder, milking more cum from his pulsing ridged cock. "Taking it." He's still growling, still pumping into me. "Taking all my seed like a good little breeder. Perfect little human cunt. Going to keep you so full."

I forced myself to look away. “Your documents, my Lord,” I said. A drop of blood fell from my chin onto the top page. Kaelen stared at me. The amusement was gone. Something darker and more interesting settled in its place. He reached out. His fingers brushed mine as he took the papers. He didn’t look away from my face. The garden gates opened. Warlord Hoax walked onto the terrace, armor loud in the quiet. He looked between the prince and me, face tight. “Prince Kaelen,” Hoax said, bowing quickly. “Prince Vaelin has called an immediate war council in the eastern gallery. The border patrols just captured two high-tier Northern scouts at the perimeter.”

Here, hold the line. She moved through the mass of fighting warriors, keeping her attention fixed only on the warlord. She could see the smirk on his lips and the evil glitter in his eyes as she got closer. Now that he was in her grasp, this was the man who had brought her so much pain. She yelled, "Warlord!" to get his attention. "Look at me!" The warlord turned, a look of vile glee on his face. "So, Havenbrook's small commander approaches me directly. How honorable.

The sensation of his touch sent a massive electric shock pulsing straight to the center of my spirit. My tracking senses recorded how thoroughly wet my skin had become under his palm. Logan slowly stripped the heavy traveling tunic and leather cravat from his broad shoulders, his golden eyes glowing with an absolute, unbridled lust that mirrored his predatory rank. The heat in my cheeks deepened into a dark rose color. My spirit was forced to admit that, in this exact interval, the raw masculine power radiating from the Warlord was entirely irresistible to my beast. Blushing furiously, my palms offered a weak, gentle push against his collarbone.

Whispers rippled through the crowd as our horses trotted over the cobblestones. "Is that her? Is that Clara Sterling?" a noblewoman in a heavy silk mantle whispered behind her lace fan, her eyes wide as she stared at me. "She doesn't look disgraced," a wealthy merchant muttered nearby, eyeing my dark-leather riding tunic, polished iron breastplate, and the silver wolf brooch pinned over my fur cloak. "Look at how she holds her reins. She looks like a high commander." "I heard she captured fifty chests of black-market dark-steel," another warrior whispered in awe. "And Prince Cassian is hiding in his estate, refusing to answer the High Arbiter's summons!"

There was no doubt that he was from the other side of the war. Adharva followed him and he felt the man freeze even 500 yard away from him when Adharva moved. But then he looked at the deer who caught up to him and he looked like an angel flying as he played with the deer. He reached the end of the clearing and the moonlight fell on his face and Adharva was shocked as he learned who it was. Warrior Eloy is the most beautiful thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He saw the warrior tie up the hair and it settled around him, the foreboding aura settling in. The transition was fascinating to watch and he was drawn to it like a moth to flame.

I roared in my loud voice so that everyone would listen to me. "Suryadev, Prince of Suryagarh Kidnapped our Wedded Princess, Kidnapped the Future Queen of Mahabaleshgarh..." I started lecturing the army while moving a little and maintaining the Dark and Dominating aura around the Environment and they were listening to me carefully. "I want you soldiers, to be as merciless as possible with their Army and in no condition, defeat would be tolerated. I want this war to be finished only in one Day. I want My Princess back." I took a deep breath before screaming aloud.

The brunette bride replied the ash hair bride, “She is been following our crown prince like a puppy but he doesn’t even gave his grace to this warrior.” All the brides giggled, “All men likes to have beautiful females in bed not rough warrior with scars.” When Nora was about to stroke the bride, a dragon solider announced, “All the brides be prepared to present yourself to the Ayruzglow.” Nora held her fist and looked fiercely with prying rage. Indigo rushed to calm her down, “My lady, be calm. Don’t let your beauty be ruined by your wrath.”

a voice boomed, tthunder-heavy andrough around the edges, like it had been dragged out of a storm. The crowd parted. A warlord stepped forward, so massive he made Vane look small. He wore tribal brands like scars that never healed right. One left eye was gone, replaced by a jagged scar that looked like lightning ffrozenin skin. His cloak hung from the pelts of grey wolves, soaked in whatever power lived in the city itself. “Warlord Karn,” Vane growled, bowing his head a fraction. “I bring the King’s true bloodline. The Princess Elara.”