Love Child of Anime

They were so sure...they were so sure that you would end up with them, that your family would have given them their blessing long before the two men actually proposed. With Jamil being the royal advisor and Kalim being the crowned princes, what better option could there possibly be?

Apparently, some random fucking Noble from a neighboring country was good enough, better than them...However, it wasn’t your family’s poor tastes in fiances that really got them. 

They had run to you the day they learned of your engagement, knowing that, surely, you would be in distress, that you would be desperate to find a way out. Don’t worry, they have a way! They do, all you have to was leave, and love them instead and you would be free-

You...didn’t want to be free, however. 

How unfortunate that you actually liked your fiance, smiling, beaming even, so happily chiming about how touched you were that Jamil and Kalim had come to greet you and congratulate you on your new engagement. 

You couldn’t be happier

And the two men couldn’t be more distraught. 

They needed to find a way to keep you, find a way to keep you with them, and unluckily for you, Kalim was a stubborn man...Jamil was a smart man. The two were quick to hatch a plan. 

On the day of you departure, you had found a raging storm outside. There was no way that you could travel in weather like this, especially to first meet your fiance.  

Though, Kalim, the oh so generous man he was, was quick to offer his own carriage as a means of transport. All you have to do...is spend a few minutes with out, spending you last few moments here with your two closest friends as Kalim had a servant ready the carriage

Jamil walks behind you, slowly playing with your hair as you sat down. He coos about how pretty you are, how you fiance must be the luckiest man in the world to be able to marry someone so fine as yourself. 

All the while, Kailm happily asks what you love about your fiance so much? Since you know so little of the man, Kalim is curious on wha has you so excited 

To be honest, neither of them really cared what you liked about your betrothed, a part of them hoped you would break down and confess that you loved nothing about this stranger of a man, that you had only put on this farce to please your family, and that you were desperately looking for a way out of it...

That is not what the two men got as you beamed and happily listed off what you loved about your fiance. 

Their faces grew dark, and Kalim gave Jamila look, something that the men only understood. Jamil nodded as he caressed your face. 

He took your face and lifted it up to make you look up at him. His eyes had a menacing glow to them, something you were not familiar with. 

“You do not love that man,” Jamil had said. His words laced like an order more than anything else. 

And suddenly, every fond memory you had of you betroth faded away. He’s right...you...you don’t love that strange. You never did, why would you ever?

Jamil using his unique magic was definitely a last resort, for they would have preferred that you loved them of your own free will, but the two had come to the conclusion that desperate times call for desperate measures. 

“You...love us, me and Kalim.”

“I love you...Jamil and Kalim...”

Good, that was a start. 

Kalim is more than giddy at the sight of you so submissive, more that Jamil may have expected. 

“C-can you have them kiss us?” Kalim asked. Jamil nodded, giving you the command. 

And, just as you were ordered, you reached out, holding Kalim’s face so gently, pressing your lips to his as the king more that happily kissed you back. Years of dreaming and fantasizing about this...and finally...finally, it came. 

When Kalim pulled away for a breath, he was ready to kiss you once more before his advisor pulled you away, saying that Jamil needed a turn as well. 

Jamil’s kiss was hungrier though. While Kalim kissed like a man in love, Jamil kissed like a man deprived of every little ounce of affection and desperate for more. 

His tongue was quick to push into your open lips, and something inside you lit up with a fiery hot desire and need, your fingers working through his dreads 

Jamil hadn’t asked you to do that...But he was more that happy to see that, internally, you wanted them as well. 

“Can I touch them?” Kalim would ask, but he was already unbuttoning your shirt. 

They continued to touch you more and more, getting more intimate, getting more desperate, and you didn’t pull away, not once...ha in turn, only encouraged the men. 

They wouldn’t have to worry about much. They’ll marry you, after all.