Devilishly Divine: Terror & Dread

Devilishly Divine: Terror & Dread

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 29, 2022
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Fantasy
Gaelin Law is a halfling, half elven and half human, living with his human mother in a small village named Akron. Akron children could recognize him at just a glance with his threatening orange dragon eyes and his elfish like ears. The children took action against the threatening eyes Gaelin possessed the children lashed out, he was not one of them and never would be. At first it was tossing food at or pushing, but now... it's gotten to the point where he nearly died. In his time of need a trio of gingers showed up, two who couldn't be any older than twenty and a short one who released a current of curses at the children who held down Gaelin. Felix Dunnreigna. He was grateful to of been saved and even more so when Felix asked to be friends. His life only got better from there. Until Akron village was attacked by the Western army known as Wraisuniels. Villagers made their escape. Gaelin's mother was captured and made into an example of those who fled. Gaelin was captured by Northerner knights whilst making his escape alongside Felix, they'd been kept holed up in an encampment and treated on par like slaves since. Gaelin expected Northern guards to have some kind of endearing relationship with the people they were sworn to protect... His ideal was far from what he experienced. Gaelin and Felix aren't birds meant to be locked up in cages. They desire freedom and adventure. They want the right to live in this cruel monstrous world. And they will have it. But will Derrick Teimund, Lord Deimos, allow Gaelin his freedom? Will Gaelin get the freedom he so desired or will he turn back into another cage? - - - - - Story Length [ - Words] Highest Ranking: #10 Realm [5.20.22] # #
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He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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