#mistad

Es inevitable no ruborizarse, ¡Oh Dios! Usted tan preciosa, es difícil asimilar que es habitante de la realidad...

Mi mente rasga los límites de la cortesía, y me es imposible permanecer caballeroso ante su imagen pura, es complicado mantener la cordura...

《Si va a estar en mi cabeza... Al menos vístese》

Pensamientos impuros invaden mi imaginación... pero no quiero ser un malhechor...

No quiero usurpar su espacio y molestarla con banalidades... Usted no se merece esas importunidades...

Por un momento me detengo... Me está escribiendo...

"No es banal si es por ti"

¡Dios mio!... ¡Que vergüenza que usted haga eso por mi!

"Las necesidades hay que atenderlas"

Eso no lo puedo negar, hay que entregarle al cuerpo lo que pide para mantener su salud.

"Entonces... ¿Qué estás esperando?"

Espero que caiga el sol y salga la luna, que la oscuridad oculte la pena que siento de hacer estas acciones con usted... Espero que llegue el momento, en ocasiones de intimidad es mejor ir lento... Espero que el romanticismo de su cuerpo no se vea afectado por tal acto... Solo espero...

Solo espero disfutrar de su excelencia, y después de eso, respetarla como siempre...

Nico Ortiz🚀

Written to this playlist 

ℳin Jun, Prince of the Night elf. Heir of Aranarth stood in his room, nervously he looked in the mirror with the golden details. His outfit was made of silk and silver threads. Little swirl details were embroided on the fabrics and the young prince touched them lightly. Slender grey fingers touching the lines before a knock on his door made him turn on his heels. "Prince." One of the maids called out, her high pitched voice carrying through his room and he nodded once. "The Slave trader is ready sir, he has picked the most beautiful men and women indeed." She giggled lightly and Min Jun rolled his eyes. "As if he would have anyone that would please me."  She giggled some more and with a sigh he followed her out of his room through the corridors of the palace towards the main hall. 

A few weeks ago his father had insisted that he would find a prince or princess to marry. And when he had rejected the idea the king had sighed and grumbled. He had been angry and then desperate, because his son seemed to have no interest in lovers or mates. He seemed to not like males nor females and the only friends he had were those he spoke once every two weeks when he was required to 'socialize' with the other royal bloodlines. The prince rather stayed inside to mix herbs for tea or practice with his bow and arrow or sword and dagger. "Father" He had pleaded "I do not need a prince or princess on my side. I am well enough on my own, am I not?" But the king had shook his head. "You will see, that if you have tasted from the fruits of a lover, you will search a mate for yourself." He wanted his son to not stay alone, not when he had also lost his mother. The elf Queen had died through the hands of a spy of the sunlight elves and the King had never taken another Queen again. "I will make sure you will have a lover for now, and then when you have tasted from that I am sure you will find a royal partner." And as always, the King's word was law.

And that was why the prince of Aranarth was entering the main hall of the palace now. Dressed up in his nicest clothes and with the most luxurious silver jewelry in his long grey ears he had walked in. The man that was the 'slave trader' was not the only slave trader in the kingdom, but he was the one that sold the most luxurious and extra ordinary slaves from around the realm. And some even from outside the realm Min jun noted as he saw exotic males and females smile at him. Dressed in golden and silver outfits, with emeralds and rubies made pretty. Min Jun felt a little sick in the stomach as he saw all these slaves lined up to be bought by his father. Why? he asked himself, sure he had never taken interest in anyone before, and if he had he had hidden it well enough, but why did he have to pick one from this line of fake faces? 

As the prince walked from the beginning of the seemingly endless line to the next slave and to the next. Big breasts, no breasts. A dark skin, a blue skin, a crooked smile and then a wider one. All these elves, these souls, they smiled and yet they seemed to not smile at all, Min Jun mused. And yet they all were just not good enough. They were not what he needed nor wanted. 

Then he did three steps back, and stood in front of an elf in rags almost,   a little taller than he was himself with a ivory skin that lacked the rosy look of the light elves but rather had the grey shadows of his own skin. A halfblood? The metal chains were leaving scratches and bruises on the slender man's skin. "This one." The slave merchant told as he walked over to Min Jun. "He has been a slave whole his life, he got discarded by his mother, yes he did. Because he is a mixed race you know, has no place in either realm, So I took 'm up. Yes I did. He has been trained in all sexual pleasures. He refused to be cleaned up though. You might want another one. This one, he is damaged goods." Min Jun frowned and let his gaze trail over all the other faces before he nodded at Jaejoong.