Amelia and the Dark Fae

Xikoth was going back to his chamber. He had just returned from a weeklong battle with Seraph, the King of Eighth realm of Xomor. He longed to see Amelia. It had been days and his possessiveness for her increased by the day. He had been watching her from far. She was so exquisite. Her skin was flawless, had delicate features and curves that were made to fit his hands. She was an angel and he was a… demon. He considered himself undeserved for her. Each night, he stroked himself hard. 

“Where’s Nyka?” he barked at his guards. 

The court’s concubine, Nyka, entered wearing nothing but a white silk cloth draped around her body. As soon as she entered, she dropped her cloth on the floor and walked naked to him. She crawled over him and pushed his chest back. “Your Highness,” her fingers brushed his chest. “I love to pleasure you and I am your pet. I will serve you in any way you want me to.” Her hand trailed down and his erection didn’t surprise her. He hissed and closed his eyes as her lips molded around his shaft. 

For hundreds of years he had waited for her. Now he merely savored in her memories. “Suck me hard Amelia,” he whimpered. 

Nyka took him down further in her throat and he groaned. “How does it feel in my mouth, my King?” 

“So good…” he said as his body quivered. 

Nyka could see the lust with which he was burning. Why did he always imagine that woman from the human world? 

His shaft swelled under her ministrations. She licked him till the base. 

“I believe you are about to come,” she said in a husky voice. 

His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. “Yes, take me Ilaria.” 

“You are throbbing with hot pleasure, my lord, and I can feel that you are about to explode.” She licked the tip of his erection. 

“Ilaria,” he whispered her name as though worshipping her. 

“Why do you torment me by calling me Ilaria?” she asked as though teasing him. “I am Nyka. Call my name my Lord.” 

Xikoth opened his eyes and stared at her. “Get out!” he growled at her. Even though his body was writhing in lust. 

“What?” her hazy mind was unable to grasp what he just said. “Why my Lord, what have I said,” she said as she stumbled back. 

“I said, get out! And never you will call her by name.” 

“But my King…” she tried to reason with him. She was shocked. 

“Out!” he barked at her. His cock was hard and aching and all he desired was Ilaria to slake off. His length hurt so much that he knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep well unless she was with him. He hadn’t been able to sleep for a long time. Flipping on his stomach, he stroked himself. “Ilaria, I will come for you…” 

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“Why don’t you kill her Lyrie?” said Nyka, as she administered another injection to Ivanov. This would keep him sick for the next one month. She wanted Amelia to suffer. “The King desires her. I want you to make her run away from here, make her fall in love with someone else. Basically just whatever it takes to keep her away from Xikoth!”