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October 26 - October 26, 2022
“As for the princess,” I call back to Wylan who’s still standing in my doorway, “she’s mine to deal with. Everyone else can keep the fuck away from her.”
And now I’d rather stick my cock in a razortail’s bog than ever make her my queen.
The most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
“I wish we had more time,” I say, hurriedly. His lips tip at that. “You’d want to stay in Myrkorvin for me?”
This is a warrior before me and he is the most terrifyingly beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Mine. The word clangs through me and settles the being that lives inside me. Elveena will be mine.
My name, my real name out of her mouth is enough to make my knees buckle.
my little elf.
“You look beautiful,”
“I would’ve wanted you to, Arkain.”
“My mother used to take me out here when I was young. She said that a king a long time ago stole a piece of the night sky for his mate because he loved her so much.”
“If you ever call her that again, I will kill you,”
This is the form that will slaughter these soldiers who speak about my Elvie.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he says softly. “You are meant for the sun. Somewhere it is warm and you can run and be free. Somewhere you can be whoever you want, do whatever you want, without someone watching you.”
“You beg so prettily, my Elvie, how could any male deny when you look at them like that?”
“Because I wanted you. From the first moment I saw you I wanted you. When you looked at Ari with compassion in your eyes, I knew I couldn’t let you leave. I knew that if I did there would never be a chance for us to become this.”
“You’re so cold, my king,”
“Gods spare me,”
Over and over we do this, all the while Arkain curses. Tells me how beautiful I am. How he’ll kill anyone who tries to touch me. All the wonderful things any lover would like to hear.
“You’re mine,” He growls. “Your heart, your body, this perfect cunt. All of you belongs to me.”
“And soon I’ll watch my seed drip out of this pink cunt and you’ll carry my scent. You’ll give me children, Elvie, a dozen of them. Strong males and females that will be just as perfect as you are.”
“I’ll kill anyone who thinks of touching you, Elvie.”
My warrior king. My monster.
My blunt fingers tangle in his long length of black hair. It shifts through my fingers like black silk.
“Anything you want, my little elf.”
“Gods, you’re perfect.” “I was made for you,”
“I am not a whore. I am the future queen of Myrkorvin. This beast” —I wrap my arms around Arkain—“gives me two things you never could. Protection and pleasure.”
“I want some attention.”
“You’re mine,”
“They should not be allowed to even look at you. They covet what is mine, I know they do.” “But I am only yours. You’re the only one I want,”
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I love Elvie.
“And I want to marry you before I leave for war. To make it abundantly clear to everyone while I am gone who you belong to.” I pause. “I know the chances of you being with child are slim, but my heir could be growing inside you now. I will have both you and our child shielded by the bonds of our marriage.”
If I could, I would stay here with her like this forever.
“The gods themselves could not pull me away from you. But I am king and I have to ride out with my men.”
My king, my beast, my Arkain. My love.
I killed an elf. I killed an elf. I killed an elf.
“I love you.”
He pleads with me to open my eyes. That he cannot lose me. That he’s sorry. So fucking sorry.
“I love you, Elvie. Queen of Myrkorvin. My wife. My mate.” “I love you too,”
“My mate, my beautiful mate.”
“If you asked me for the sun I would find a way to give it to you. I can deny you nothing, my love.”
