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Chap 2:

Wrapping my hands around my father's tiptoeing slightly giving each a kiss. They’d come and visit me again for the 2nd time in the month I would be lying if I said I was not grateful. They’d both been so busy dealing with the battles and the kingdom, they bearly have time for each other.

It had been 8 years since the incident and I still never dared to forget about…him. Yet I smile through it, after all, I’d gotten used to the isolation in the manor for years and even more years to come. Of course, I still had my loving dads and their comments on how well I had grown in the short time. ”Papa, I made cookies for both of you and a prepared warm bed. You said you're staying for the night right?”

My eyebrows furrowed and I pouted, my lips folded with disappointment as both parents looked at me, the look that brings all my hopes to the dirt and grim.

“Beau sweetheart don’t forget we're still fighting in the war.”

My dad chuckled, his brown wavy curls drooping over my head as he ruffled my blond hair. I wasn’t surprised just let down for the most. But if they weren’t staying for long this better be the most I make out of it. Reaching beside me was the platter of fresh the briskets, it was hot enough to burn off tounges.

But to my notice, a ringing noise echoed throughout the room, it was his phone. However, he didn’t even look at it hanging up the call instantly and continuing his cheerful grin which I followed after. This is why I loved them the way I do.

“Now tell me what I missed.”

I snickered.

It had been a minute since they left, the note my papa left me repeating in my head. It was to take my medication and not to go out. I huffed in the coldness in the air, it was winter once again and it made nights like these feel worse. The stars never shined bright but for the first winter of my lifetime it was most vivid, I took that as a sign of good health. I took many things as a sign of good health don’t I?

I laughed to myself softly sitting patiently in the master bedroom of the manor where I hid under the bed canopy. All my clothing was stripped onto the floor so it was just me snuggled in my covers getting ready to take my medicine serum at the bedside. Legend says it was crafted by the best witch doctors and durics but still wasn’t enough to cure me except it was enough to keep me alive and healthy enough.

Clink

My body turned towards the window pane as it cracked abruptly and was now smeared in blood. My lips formed an O at the now injured thing outside. Without hesitation a sudden urge to rush and aid the thing overwent me, so I did. The window latch popped open revealing a dark-skinned man with a set of black devil wings. That's all I noticed at the instant still struggling to drag him inside.

My lips drew close to his face as I began blowing off the bits of snow. The demon's head bleed to the point it was abnormal, his wings torn with a gaping rip, what dumbass flies in the winter at night. Dispite the sudden occurrence of this man he looked tremendously familiar I swear I've never met him. The man looked like some kind of sinister royalty, his short-cut waved hair, closed but deep eyes, and well-built muscular frame. Let me mention we were currently both naked but It was life and death for the poor thing how could I have possibly left to change?

I rested my hand on his forehead and hissed at the heat of it. I had nothing wet near me at the moment and I was almost out of my godamn mind, so I reached for my medicine poured it onto a clothe, and hoped for the best as it soaked onto his head. The remise of it trailed onto his round lips into his mouth.

The gut drench inside me was relieved when I received a hazed breath that was followed by stuggles of coughs. Then after some secounds, a pair of sharp eyes opened in awareness, it was so stunning almost like the stars but mostly like I’d seen them before in my past.

The demon’s hand shook in a hesitant manor, reaching behind my head, rubbing my scalp with his thumb, his eyes softly began watering as he blinked trailing down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry. I’-Im so fucking sorry, young prince.”

I didn’t notice his forehead was now pressed against mine, I began feeling his heart against mine and then I came to the realization.

It was Devon, the cocoa scent I adored, his heartbeat, and the way he addressed me. His face was bitter and messy it was in the worse condition I’d seen the precious thing.

“...Why leave me?”

Not a tear left my eye, just a saddened smile painted on my face. My hands crumbled on Devon’s bare chest.

“They used me as a way to get to you and I wanted to protect you for all I can. So I left to kill them out by myself. Didn’t you hear the prophecy about us? ”

His voice was in a soft but serious manner, his hands trailing down to my cheek caressing my sharp cut jaw and soft cheeks. Then a rough pair of lips met my chapped ones, we were both nervous as if we were young again.

I smiled in between our dreaded kiss pulling back to kiss his greek shaped nose, then his jaw, and almost every area of his body I had access to. Which was all. We were both stripped after all but I kept to his face.

“What…Prophecy what in the world prevented you from coming back?”

I demanded, my doe eyes looking back sternly into his, dying for an answer.

“The son on Arlo shall birth my child. The child would stop the war between the underworld.”

The sentence rolled off his tongue like a poem as he memorized it every night. Did my fathers know about this? If they did wouldn’t they tell me?

I was too weak to make a child that's if I was even capable to but I had my dad’s genes after all. A slight chuckle came from Devon as he watched my head fill with countless confused theories.

He kissed me once again this time grabbing my hips to pull our body heat closer.

“You are not weak enough that you can not bare our children, young prince,” I swear his pearly whites against his dark coco skin were sending me off the earth.

“Look how much muscle you built over the years yet so fleshy and delectable.”

His actions followed his words gripping my ass fondling with it like dough. My hand reached over his mouth as the blood rose to my face. Devon was right.

I was stronger than before I had muscles that resembled lower-placed gods but my voluptuous curves kept in place. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of them. I looked into his eyes but my gaze averted to his mouth when he grabbed my hands licking the creaks of my fingers.

My heart skipped a beat. Have I never noticed how much my soul yearned for him all these years? I always wanted to be like my dad, birthing a miracle child with someone that stuck to my side until our death. Someone who worshiped every grain of my body as I did theirs.

“Promise me, never to leave me, to love me to the grave, even if I die love the child as much as you did with me.”

The first tears left my eyes. I wanted to seal our future as much as the present. Devon cheerfully blushed smiling bearing his teeth while reaching for his tattoed wrist.

“I swear on my blood.”

Devon’s tongue trailed up to his wrist licking away the extra blood to his now cut-open wound. My once soft dick throbbed above his lower abdomen now harding. Well, that was pretty sexy. I tried reaching off of him ashamed of my now hard but was stunned when feeling the enlarged cock against my lower back. My head involuntarily turned around only to see the leaking, veiny cock that belonged to Devon.

My god was I in a fury refusing to meet the gaze of his teasing eyes. Our lips refused to part when he’d kiss me in this enticing moment. It was passionate and rough which was surprising because I lead the kiss. I departed the moment, sitting up and continuing to straddle his waist trailing my finger tip over the muscle.

My hips lifted positioning myself above his length giving him a teasing look but I was anxious. My ass was flowing with slickness from the arousal making my wiggling onto the tip easier to take. Devon’s eye rolled back along with a warm groan of pleasure, his pulling grip on my waist tightening forcing his length to get deeper into me.

Only whimpering left my lips shortly after reaching half of his cock, the veins twitching inside me. My hands folded into fists as they rested on his chest for support. My hips rolled on his waist in continuous motion up again to then go back down getting further on his heated dick.

“look at me Beau, watch me breed you senseless.”

A rough hand reached to my amber cheeks once again, my closed eyes awakened wide at his bizarre statement and aware as I was lifted from the marble ground. In sudden movements, my back now hits the wall of my bedroom. My teeth biting my lips as anxiety devoured me.

Devon’s arms had been positioned under my knees, grasping the sides of my head. I couldn’t speak from the surprise of the moment. Devon’s forehead rested against mine as he held me against the walls, didn’t know he would be into this kind of thing. but I was.

“I’m all yours.”

Grinning cherished into his eyes while playing with the slight blush under his melanin coated ears. Without notice, he finally entered my wet insides once more and it showed in his clouded brown eyes how much pleasure overtook him.

Devon’s movements were paced slowly and rough, each time he went deeper it revealed another sensitive area of mine. There were no soft whimpers left, just desperate moaning for this to last forever. Then the relentless pounding began we were both close to climaxing any second. I trailed my hand down to my dick attempting to cum at the moment only to receive a displeased growl from the demon above me.

“Pl-lease it hurts.”

My distress call didn’t work as he only went rougher knowing I was ready to climax. The sloppy clapping sound of his balls hitting my ass and the wet sounds that escaped into the air enticed my hardened dick to a worse state.

In one instance, his wings propelled into the air hovering over our messy bodies. Devon slowed down riding out his orgasim. My demon had painted my insides with his seed and slowly I followed with a shaking orgasim that spilled over our drenched bodies. My breaths were heavy and embrassed only receiving a chuckle from Devon as he kissed the tip of my nose.

“After all that you’re still shy?”

His laughter increased as I proved his point with my face turning red. Just like he would say when we were young.

“My soul wouldn’t blush without you.” I smiled back.

Chap 1:

A miracle. I was a miracle. Son of King Espen and the demigod Arlo, the guardian of the rainforest. My brown, wild-haired daddy fell horribly involve with the golden-haired blonde only after he healed him after a battle. My papa always said that Daddy wouldn’t budge, it wasn't easy to win over his heart. Yet a spark formed and then I did. The entire world burst in shock, my daddy had birthed me which was untimely impossible for any male creature at the time, other than minor werewolves.

Rosy smooth newborn me without hesitation was showered with presents and gifts from the gods and fellow creatures of my kingdom. I had my papa’s gold blonde hair but short curls unlike both of my parent's waist-length hair. Then there were my chestnut skin and hazel wide eyes. This was passed down from Daddy. Now a 13-year-old, there are many things expected from my existence, but I just wanted to relax and take my precious time while doing my duties. Example like today, I rested peacefully looking out the arched greek styled window waiting for a special someone. It took only a slight gush of wind for him to finally appear, their black spiked wings processing a shadow over me. It was Devon. Have I failed to mention my ‘best friend’ was the son of the demon lord. My heart skipped a beat as he kneeled down reached for my hand and kissed it.

“ Morning young prince.” His dark ebony palms then pushed me onto the ground presenting me with a wide grin. “ Not you blushing. Come on, follow me I have a surprise” Laughter filled the air as we both laughed. I had to cover my tracks somehow right? If he only knew about the thing I had on him- Devon then ruffled my curls picking me up with a pulled-out hand. Only then getting up on my feet I realized how tall he truly was. After all, we had the same figure shapes since we were babies. Our dad’s putting us in matching clothes and enrolling us in the same clubs and sports for everything. My Papa was his father's best friend, they were war buddies. And their kids were born almost at the same time so there was so other option than making us best buds also.

“ I’m glad you came, I wanted to venture into the gardens today.” I expressed to him, playing around with our interlocked hands. He smiled again offering me a lift on his wings. I began feeling embarrassed I was quite chubby and plump. I constantly thought I was a tad bit too heavy to fit on his wings. But yet he always insisted.

Finally, I reached for him wrapping my hands around his neck tightly. Getting so close to his cocoa scent just made me fluster even more. Shortly he took off into the skies traveling to the surprise that awaited in the gardens. It took less than 5 minutes to reach the greenery, filled with butterflies and flourished berries. Devon shook me off sitting us down on the thick pasture. My eyes followed his hands as they trailed behind him pulling out a box warped with silk.

“An old woman gave me these at the town. A little bird told me you liked these treats.” The box opened to honey, and milk cakes, shaped into round hearts. Oh did I wish he’d just kissed me while we shared a piece. Devon scratched the back of his temple-faded hair before pushing one between my lips. It tasted a bit odd but melted in delight. I was going to get another piece but my vision hazed into splotches of black. My throat began to slowly swell forcing me to grip onto Devon for support.

My body felt numb. I wanted to cry out for help but nothing escaped me, just my attempts on grasping the little air I had left.

“Beau. Beau!” He screamed, shaking my torso in an attempt to get me up. Before I knew it I was back onto his wings and that was the last of it. My existence felt like an abyss.

My eyes fluttered open softly, my body ached uncontrollably making my voice upsettingly groan. Trying to see was hopeless, my vision was the only thing that was not severely damaged along with my hearing. Before me were my father's eyes opened in shock and relief. Daddy even began to cry which I've never seen him do ever. I wanted to hug them as they hugged me but I could not. Everywhere of me was tied back with chords and iv.

“ Where’s Devon? Is he alright Papa?” They both went silent eyeing each other immediately knowing what to tell me. Devon refused to see me from then on, I could not have done anything to find him either. I was bedridden and was only left with empty hands without him.

The news spread around, the frail woman who gifted the treats was apparently a knight from the opposing kingdom of hell. The enemies of Devon’s father. It was an attempt to kill him but yet I ended up eating it. I was left overly frightful of the loud reality that he would have died if he had eaten it. Months had passed in complete isolation. Even years. Luckily the doctors said I could walk in a couple more weeks but dare not go outside, I was hypotheticaly going to die if I stepped foot ouside since it was now going to put me in danger. No one ever told me why.

But I was a young, curious boy and the night stars looked stunning but not stunning enough through the stained glass windows. It had strained me not to go, not to see him atleast. I was stuck in this bubble with a yearning heart.