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"Lord Malleus, My liege!"
The voice lingers from the hall. His shoes clicked with every brick he walked on. The Prince grumbled, this happened extremely often. Especially when he was home. Finally back for his winter break, Sebek has come back to his typical routine of being the first to announce to his own about anything. Whether it be small mundane things, like tying his shoes in the wake of the eve, or to extreme measures, like what suitors he shall seek. Today was one of those days where Malleus knew neither of which Sebek was to say. He had just woken up from his nap, one of those nightmares that never seem to go away. He tried to push it long away from his brain, however the thoughts came rushing back. Bared teeth, tears from eyes too familiar, the sound of breath bated and igneous. It haunted him like a memory he had experienced in real time.
The sound of banging on his door was piercing and clamourous. Shouts of "My lord!" and "Malleus!" filled his pointed ears.
He slinked to the door slowly, opening it midway. He was still in his slumber wear, and it felt quite out of place to exhibit to the world. "Yes, Sebek…?" He scratched out. He wrapped his cover around over his body, crossing his arms as he looks down upon him. "Lord Malleus, you will not believe what I just heard!" His voice shouted with unwavering enthusiasm. Malleus huffed through his nose. Usually, whenever Sebek overheard something, it's almost always from the senate. It's a statement he's beginning to dread hearing, for sure.
"Mhm? Go on, this can't be any different than what you usually tell me? No, no. Let me guess." Sebek stiffened. "You got Lilia to stop with his nonsense speak? You tamed yet another horse? Oh, no that can't be it, it must be that yet another suitor has dropped out due to their fear of me, yes?" He hoped his frustration wasn't showing too much, but his younger's face bears the fact that it indeed has.
He sighed, restarting. "The elders were speaking, and they definitely had some choice words, to be quite clear." He gulped. "Sebek? You usually aren't scared of me, what's wrong?" He shook his head. "I'm not scared of you, I'm scared of your reaction to this." Malleus grimaced, bracing for impact.
"They said…They said that they struck an agreement with another kingdom. You are, officially, to be betrothed…" Malleus sighed. At least the suitor nonesense was settled. He could finally breathe and relax. Then, like a ghost, it shivered into his spine. He barely even knew this person, let alone their hometown. What would the two even talk about? Spending eternity together because two different estates decided it would be beneficial. What a joke. However, if it's will must be done, then so it shall.
"Did they say who, Sebek?" He violently shook his head. "No, my liege! Of course not. I fear it was to be a surprise, like always." Malleus nodded again, of course it was. It always was. Those curses he got definitely were. Nothing surprises him at this point about the senate. The ones who would plan his whole life for him had they received the notion he'd allow it.
Sebek could see the way his role model was contemplating this decision. "I'll…leave you to get dressed, my Lord." He nodded, and with that, he was off to go find someone else. Most likely Lilia. That man could deal with anything and turn it into a lesson.
Malleus finally closed his door after a minute or two of spacing out at the hallway. He sighed as he slumped down at the door. Is this truly the life he lives? Just being tossed from one person to another with no control? He wiped his scales, finally getting up to change into his royal wear. He stripped off his pajamas, feeling the velvet silk hit the ground. It felt like a weight off of his shoulders, usually when he undresses he feels more free. More unsheathed. Himself. Eventually he'd have new weights dragging him down. Ones that remind him of who exactly he is.
As he assembled his crown, he felt his horn once more. That moment in the battlefield, while definitely needed as he looked back, does give him a bittersweet feeling that left his mouth dry. He quickly snapped out of his reminiscence, and continued to slip into his black and silver uniform. Yeah, that's what this felt like. A uniform he's supposed to wear or face major consequences. He smoothened his slicked back hair, feeling his scales along the way. They were a bit warm, holding some sweat into them as well. Figures.
He entered the hallway, his heels clicking along the stairs in the tower. He hits the final step, and his grandmother shoots to his side, smothering him in kisses. "Malleus! My sweetest! Come here, give me the tightest hug you can." He smiled into her shoulder. If the senate was giving him a hard time, she definitely could soothe his troubles. "Grandmother, how delightful it is to see you again." He smiled reluctantly. She looked into his eyes. "…Something troubling you, my dear?" He huffed. "Is it that obvious?" She chuckled heartily. "Of course, dear. Ever since college, it's been hard for you to hide your feelings." He smiled at her. It truly was, wasn't it? With the weakening of his powers, the restraining of his emotions were the least of his worries.
"Was the senate debating on me earlier?" He finally cracked. She looked into his fearful green eyes, his slitted pupils going thin. "Oh, you..heard?" He nods again, pointing to the upstairs door. "Sebek can listen like a hawk." She rubbed her scales, Sevens, did Sebek ever leave him alone? "I tried to get them to back off as much as I could, dear. How…much did you hear?"
She backed away from him. "…Only the marriage part." She came back closer. "Oh, okay. Good." He looks to her in a quizzical manner. "Did they say to whom I am to be wedded to?" She paused, another alarmed look. "Oh, um…that I am not so sure I should tell you about." Again with this? It shouldn't be so hard. Whatever he's put against, he wouldn't complain. All of these first in lines act the same anyway. They're very full of themselves, don't like to hear others out. Sevens only knew how many times they'd tune out his Gargoyle studies. He'd at least wanted someone who'd listen for the rest of his life.
"This is such nonsense. I at least want to engage in a conversation with these people before my wedding!" She gulped. "From what I hear, you already have…" He looked at her with a flabbergasted look, really? Is it one of his old suitors? Besides those, he didn't quite think of any royalty he knew. Or at least, knew would fit in this situation.
The senate was old anyway, they surely wouldn't understand that there was more to love than princes and princesses. Especially more than first borns. But alas, they'll never let him win.
"Why don't we sit and eat, my dear? Take your mind off of things." That made Malleus more at ease. Luckily he'd always have his grandmother near him. Enough of this 'betrothing' talk, he has his family to keep him company.
Leona groaned, the light hitting his face hard. Usually sleep is his comfort zone, where he couldn't be bothered. Recently, however, his body would always go rigid at the tremors he'd been having as of late. Were they tremors? Nightmares? They felt real. Too real. Damn, he could feel fire against his ears, and fangs. His fangs? They seemed less angry and more…protective?
"Morning, Uncle Leo!" A little voice squealed as he knocked on the door. Oh, it was Cheka. Man, he's been getting older. No more little 'Unka' from his mouth. He got up, taking the covers off of his body. He felt the breeze hit the hair on his chest, he scratched it slightly with a yawn.
He yanked the door open with his eyes half-lidded. "Cheka, it's 8 in the damn morning. What on earth—" Cheka laughs loud, like a boom. Oh god, where did that come from? "Daddy wants to see you…upstairs." He smirked, his brows furrowing. "Dear God. What did I do now?" Cheka snickered. "Nothing bad, dummy." Leona rolled his eyes. "Okay kid. Is your father even up—" Cheka hollered again. "He's been up since 4 am! Where have you been?" Great, another subtle jab. Cheka didn't even mean it like that, but it feels like everyone knows how much of a lazy, wasteful, mistake he is. He should've known better.
"Get a move on! I wouldn't want to keep our humble king awaiting." Cheka joked. Right. Yeah, the king thing too. What a nip in the already tense bud. "Yeah, okay." Cheka pushed him playfully into the hall. "Okay, little dude!" He started to walk fast paced towards the chambers.
God forbid the servants saw him this way, they'd never shut the hell up. As he walked up the stairs, he overheard his sister in law's wary voice. "Don't you think this would be a bit… controlling?" Huh? "…Maybe. But all the guy does is sleep and do his job. I barely ever see him happy. Unless he's with Cheka." Her voice broke through again: Leona thought it best to hide and listen in. "He doesn't even know the guy, Falena. We knew better than to let other people decide our fate, why can't he decide his?" Falena pondered audibly, hearing his footsteps pace. "You're right on the fate part. He can proceed it in any way he pleases after we're done with the alliance bit. However, I will say, my dear…I'm pretty sure they do know each other."
She quirked up with a 'hm?' "You know that guy…the creepy one with all the siblings? Toned, lots of freckles?" Oh god. What was Rook doing near the Sunset Savannah? I thought he was studying anthropology abroad beside Vil? Whatever Vil was doing, Leona didn't care. "He said they were school buddies? I'm guessing at that 'Night Raven College' he went to. Remember us going to the tournaments?" She verbally nodded. "He was quite good at those, yes." She pondered. He was always second, what was she even talking about? "Wait, wait. Even so, how do we know how he feels about this school friend? They could like, hate each other, and we'd never know." Falena patted her back with a big laugh.
"Even so, at least that's common ground, yeah?" No, no it is not, Falena. He didn't really like anyone from that school. Don't say Jack, or Ruggie, or Yuu, or—. The point is, he never wanted to see anyone from that school again. Ever. Especially not that lizard. The one who rubbed him in every way but right. Just thinking about it made his fur burn. "Well, I can see this going nowhere…" Falena just tapped his foot. "Come on, it'd be good for him. Wouldn't you agree, hon?" That's it. He could deal with the deprecating talk, and the potential suitor coming his way, but the romantic sweet talk? He was gonna gag.
He grabbed the knob with vigor, entering in with a scowl. That was his typical, so I doubt anyone would even notice he knew. "Leona! Looking as bare yet hairy as always. Happy to see you, me and Samira were just talking about you!" He grumbled. "Oh, I'm sure. What's happening..? Cheka was saying something about it…" Falena put on his toothy grin, the one he did whenever good news hit the kingdom. "Well, you seemed so alone in your room, so uh… me and Dad did some talking…" Never a good sign, ever. "You are…to be betrothed!" Yeah, no, I called it. "Are you..serious?" Falena did the whole spiel. Yeah, apparently we know each other, they're also royalty, we went to the same school and Rook of all people knew.
Wait…wait a damn second.
There's only one other royal this guy knew.
Oh my Sevens.
Oh my fucking Sevens.
Oh shit.
"Does he happen to live in Briar Valley? With one single horn? Tall? Really ugly?" Samira paused. "Yes?? I'm surprised you guessed so quickly." He groaned loud. "Sevens, Falena. Do you not consult before you perform?" He half-shouts. Samira looks between the two and steps back. Not her lions, not her pride land.
"I was doing this so that you wouldn't be sulking around! I just want to see you happy, dude." Leona scoffed. "Me? Happy? Well, congratulations, Fal! I'm going to be angry for the rest of my damn life!" Falena steps into his personal space, putting his hands comfortably on his brother's shoulders. "Listen, Leo. You're free to do as you please, especially after the alliance stuff—" Leona breaks him off. "This was for a fucking political gain?" Falena tenses. "Language, Leo!" He growled, pushing him away from his face.
"How dare you use me for your image! Sevens forbid I get a say in anything?" His teeth gritted, only seeing red. He backs him into a corner in the chamber room, poking at his older brother's chest. "Malleus Draconia. Of the fucking Draconia lineage. How prim, hm? How proper? Yeah, you think he's gonna set a great example while you're out discussing with his team? Screw off."
Samira steps up. "Hey. Enough, Leona. I understand you're upset—" He glares at her, softening his voice a bit. "Samira, you really do not understand this at all. This is between me and Fal." She stiffened. "Do you forget I'm also in your family? Listen to me. I agree with you, this is indeed a really odd arrangement."
Leona quieted down, lowering his head a tad. "Please, just chill. This is not for anything political, that's just for their sake. We just..hated to see you depressed." There's that word. He's heard it time and time again. God, he knows. He knows how much it effects his life. It's a curse. Something that no matter how hard he tries, he can never shake it off. Maybe if he tried harder, he wouldn't have been in this predicament in the first place. But he's stopped trying a long time ago. And he's stopped masking it a while back as well. "Right. My happiness." She nodded wholeheartedly. "Figures."
Falena scowled. "Leona, can you just open up to us..?" He tucked Leona's braid behind his shoulder, lingering on his beads. Ones they gave to each other as children. Falena promised to always stand near him as they grew. Leona gave his as to 'crown' his brother. The brother he used to look up to. Falena's eyes watered. "I love you. I don't want to see you struggle." Leona grimaced. "…yeah. You won't have to see me much for long, that's for sure." And with that, he stepped into the hall again. Samira stared as he stomped away, clenching her chest.
"Did we go too far?" Falena looked down at the floor. "I had no idea, Sam. No clue…" She rested into his shoulder. "It'll work out. Somehow. If it doesn't, we said he can get it situated." He frowned as he looked into her eyes. "I just wished he'd be more open with us. I don't want him to shut us out." He sniffled. "I think I just did exactly that." She looked up at him. "Don't say that, Fal. You two are just at odds, again. He'll learn. They all do."
For Fal, this didn't seem like the typical fight. He'd never bare his teeth like that, he was just hoping he didn't mess things up for good with his brother.
Malleus checked his sides again, looking around just to look. "My lord, can't you see it is our job to check? Do not fret! For me and Silver are here to protect you!" He looked back at Silver and Sebek with an amused expression. They were the most entertaining thing in this godawful room. "I'm back, my preciousnesses!"
A sing song voice chipped away at the silence. "Lilia! I've been doing my part all day!" Sebek brags, dusting his shoulder with a face of satisfaction. "Just wait until Jack hears how hard I've been working. He'll be wanting to bench twice as hard!" Lilia pats his shoulder. "That's wonderful, sweetheart." Silver saluted his father. "Hello, father." Lilia bear hugged his son. "Silver! My baby. You are all my babies. So, nothing exciting today, huh, Malleus?" Malleus sat up. Just what in the entire land was he talking about?
"Oh, uh…just sitting on my throne is all. Nothing…irregular." Lilia retorted with a sharp "hm". "Funny, my boy, because Sebek has been blabbing on and on to me about a potential future for my son. You can tell me all about that can't you?" Sebek turned pink, hiding his gaze from his aspiration. "Sebek, we've told you a million times that if it's something important, to keep your mouth closed!" Silver whispered. "Now, Malleus could potentially know about Leo—" Malleus raised his hand up.
"I already know about my wedding. Not who, not where, but what it entails. This could be a good thing! Us fae aren't necessarily know as… loving." The three stare at him hard. "But, you do know who we are talking about, don't you?" He paused Silver. "No. I quite frankly do not. But, whoever it is, could be a great opportunity for change in our society." Lilia cocked his head at Malleus. Always so eager to see the bright side of things. He patted his eldest's back. "Well, you do certainly have your head on today." He winked, before whispering. "Why don't the three of us get out of here? You've been cooped away all day like a princess with a spindle."
Malleus smiled up at him softly, looking at his brothers. "Yes, why don't we? To look at some gargoyles, perhaps?" Lilia rubs his cheek. "That's Maleanor's son for you. I'll drive." Silver's face pales. "No. Absolutely not. Sebek, you drive. Now." Sebek salutes. "On it, general!"
The ride to Castle Wildrose was mostly tuned out by Malleus. Lilia saying something to make Sebek and Silver yell at the top of their lungs. What was it? Malleus couldn't possibly tell you. He goes back to those simple terms. He was to be betrothed. Casted away. He couldn't take it. Sure, the fae would be seen as less scary in simple human eyes, but would he ever get the happiness he desired? The man was already locked in a throne room for hours a day, only to go back to sleep at a scheduled time. He couldn't even make decisions, he was more so a figure head at this point. Nothing would absolve him from this fact. He stared at the pitter-patter on the glass. At least this isn't of his own doing.
"By the way," Sebek chimes in as Malleus was tuning them out. "I still don't know who he's supposed to be marrying. This was for convenience, yes?" Silver looks at him all confused. "Sebek. I literally told you. Didn't I?" He conveniently shook his head. "Not at all!" This makes Lilia chuckle. "I don't know who would hate it more, you or Malleus." Sebek cocks his brow at the eldest. "…continue, General." Lilia snorts. "Well, he went to Night Raven, he's sporty, and he's extremely strategic, in the worst ways you could think of." Sebek's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. He slams his brakes down, laying the horn. "No! No. Oh, no. Malleus is NOT marrying that man." Lilia and Malleus snap up. "Hm?"
Lilia turns hurriedly to Malleus, panic setting in his voice. "No, continue dreaming, my son..! Please do…" And indeed he does, Sevens does he adore Lilia. Sebek screeches, starting the car up again. "That dirty little— He tried to kill him! How do you expect them to ever get anything done for the kingdom!" Silver sighed, his head hitting the window with a snore. "Sebek, you've all grown since school. Who's to say our glorious prince from the Sunset Savannah hasn't grown as well?"
Sebek pressed the gas pedal harder. "No way. That conniving schemer. This is all from the senate. They never have Lord Malleus' heart in their minds." Lilia touched the back of his seat, trying his hardest to console. "Sebek…I completely understand you. However, I could also see Malleus getting a lot to learn from this. He's never quite had to deal with his enemies in this way, hasn't he?" Sebek just pushed harder and harder on that pedal, grunting. He can't even get a word of speech out anymore. This has pushed him to no end.
His wheel turned harder and harder, the car spurting and sneezing with its roars. Silvers eyes fluttered, looking at the scene in front of him. "Oh my god. Sebek, MOOOVE." They were almost face first with the damn castle itself.
Sebek and Silver collided as Silver tried to take over the wheel. Malleus was now out of his trance, holding on to Silver's seat. Silver, with his quick hands, guided them to the safety of the grass. Whew, a close one indeed. The four of them panted and sighed as they let go of their respective protection. Sebek immediately turned to Malleus. "Are you okay? Did you scrape anything? Oh no, we almost injured the great Malleus!" He squirmed.
Malleus' pupils safely widened. "…I'm fine, Sebek. Thank you." Lilia dusted his hands with a big smile. "Well! If that's all said and done, I see the castle!" Oh, of course. It was too obscured in moss to notice how close they were. The stone all greyed and dimmed. Silver pondered at the castle itself, sitting in the grass. Malleus' eyes scavenged around for the sight of those glorious statures.
He walked around to the front of the building, his shoes dampened by midday dew. The same gargoyle he had seen before's face shown down on him. The wicked toothy grin it had never faded away. "We meet again." He calls out to it. It doesn't respond, for it is a gargoyle. They do not respond. They are made of stone.
Malleus sits down on the stone for the walkway to the castle. "…It's been a while hasn't it?" The wind blew threw his exposed horn. He shivered slightly. "I'm getting married, so we'd have to see each other less. Less than when I started my reign." He could feel the gargoyle drip in a sad manner. "Don't cry, my dear! I'm sure we'll meet again." His hands caress the idea of the gargoyle.
"They wouldn't understand you, would they?" He stares at the beauteous creature. His eyes fluttered at it. Malleus crossed his legs in the grass, the breeze picking up.
"I guess that's the problem," he sighed. He tucked his hair behind the horn. "I'm too far gone in this matter. Aren't I?" Malleus looked down upon his pale hands. "I'm…odd to most people."
His breath hitched, suffocating tiny tears. His eyes watered as he began to think. Maybe that's why nobody wants to hang out around him. He ruins everything he touches. There's plenty of examples. Look at Lilia, his own emotions, and even Yuu. They definitely left for their own good, who knows what else Malleus could've done to them while they were still here.
The salty droplets fell down his cheek. He lost one of his few friends outside of the castle, and now he can't ever make any more. He feels so… alone. Sure, he has his family. But that's all he's ever known. That's all he'll ever know at this point.
He stared at the Gargoyle some more, taking its last reign of beauty in. "So," he sniffled. "…I'll miss you, and I hope you will miss me too." He finally suppresses the tears back in, wiping his streaked face. He looked to see his elder walk towards him with the biggest smile.
"Oh, Malleus!" He sung again. "I found the most perfect items for my stew! I can cook for you tonight! Oh, your grandmother would love this." He grabbed his hand and led him back to the car. Malleus grimaced the whole way, he was about tired of Lilia's horrid meals. No, they weren't meals. That was slop on a bowl not fit for fae consumption. His stomach growled in protest as he was dragged back into his seat, ready for more pondering.
Leona paced around his dim lit room, the sun setting in the plains. He definitely wasn't ready for his brother to be his enemy, again. Malleus. The man who got everything he ever wanted. The guy with people who bent to his will. Now, he's destined to live the same life on repeat. The same life he's had for years. Prince Malleus and his betrothed. He'll never get a name. He won't get to have an identity. He mentally curses Falena in his brain.
Another soft knock, followed by tiny loud knocks. Again? He opens the door. Yeah, it was Cheka again. "Leo…" He shuffled up to his bed. "…I heard yelling, you okay?"
Leona scoffed, crossing his arms. "Quit meddling in places you have no right being in." He slumped on his bed. This made Cheka's face sour inward.
"I'll have you know I'm going to be king very soon!" The elder chuckled lowly. "Right, right. Very soon. I won't be able to walk then, huh?" Cheka nods excitedly. "Yeah, yeah-! Oh, Uncle Leo!" He grumbled, realizing his Uncle's teasing tone.
"That's not my point! Tell me what you and Daddy were talking about?" Leona paused, how could he discuss this with an eight year old? Yeah, your uncle is being given away like a gift to the prince of Briar Valley! Surprise! You won't be able to see your uncle much anymore! He grimaced at the thought. "Grown stuff, Cheka. I can't really tell you." The kid kicks his feet, letting out a 'ugh!'.
"I'm this many years old, Leo. This many." His stubby fingers hold a five and a three. "Why can't you trust me? I tell you everything…" Leona paused, staring into his nephew's starry eyes. It hurts.
"..I'm serious, Cheka. I'll tell you when you're older." Cheka sours again, then rests his expression. "…okay. I'm scared, Leo." Leona opens one of his arms to let the little cub in. He hugs him so tight it almost rips some arm hair clean off. Talk about a send off.
Cheka looks back up at Leona, and nods. Then, he leaves solemnly. Sevens, he's breaking. The door closes, and Leona's head hits the back board. His phone lies beside him. The buzzing hurts his temples. He picks it up to read, 10 missed calls from Ruggie. This has been going on for a while. Ruggie will call ten times a day, only for Leona to ignore it. Later, Ruggie will finally text only to wait hours for Leona to respond. Only small and short messages, but hey, at least he responded, right?
He finally picks up the phone after forever, man this was so embarrassing. "…Hello..?"
He could hear rapid tapping and waving, Ruggie's mouth going a million miles per hour. "This is odd, you never pick up! I mean you text but you never pick up—!"
"Shut up. What is it, Ruggie?" His tail slapped the wooden floor. He leaned against his pillows, whipping his search engine out. Ruggie's breath was loud over the speaker.
"Okay! So have you heard the news?" Leona groaned, signaling a 'what?'. "Someone's getting married in the Royal Family!" He huffed out as he closed his eyes, attempting to not throw the phone on the floor. Has everyone heard at this point?
"Yeah, Ruggie. I know it quite well." Ruggie snickered as he thought of little Leona listening in to gossip. What a hilarious thought! "Really? Surprising…Y'know who?" Leona almost threw his phone yet again. Of course he knows who.
"Me, Ruggie. It's me." He started to type. M…A…L…
Ruggie went silent, then almost fell into the floor cackling wildly. "Did you see who you're marrying! Oh my god this is so funny!" Leona rubbed the center of his forehead.
"Quite aware." L…E…U…S… He starts contemplating as he typed the lizard's last name. This is so stupid. Why should he care this much about it? This is genuine nobody behavior. Ruggie's obnoxious voice cut in. "Well, Malleus is quite a looker nowadays, I'm surprised you're not more happy about this, then again…"
"He's the worst person in the world and shouldn't exist? Yes. Yes I know." He clicked on the images tab. Fuck. Holy fuck.
"We haven't talked in a while anyway, Leona. I've been busy helping you with the other countries. I've got my grammy a house, I take care of her with it… Not like you've asked before." Leona paused, staring at the horizon. At least one of them was doing something worthwhile.
"…I'm proud." Ruggie paused. The line went silent. Did he say something wrong? Is he used to his shitty behavior? He meant no ill intent, honest. This affection stuff was…hard. "What'd you say?"
"I'm proud, Ruggie. I know you've had your downs." Ruggie pauses again, his tail wagging. Leona's breath hitched, looking away from his search results. The moment felt solemn, understanding. Ruggie could feel Leona at least trying. His heart was heavy and bare. "…Thank you, Leona."
Leona felt overwhelmed. With Ruggie, his family, and this whole…betrothment. He had to get away from everyone. Everything. "Uh. I have to um…go now." Ruggie yawned, grunting. "Aw, boo. I get one moment of sappiness with you—" Beep. Phew. God. Finally, it was gone. Almost all of the pressure, the weight. Gone from his memory.
He looks back at his phone, where was he? Oh right, holy shit.
Malleus looked…different. Of course that crooked horn was blasted smooth off. But his teeth seemed even sharper. Every image he had a more toned figure. Not buff, but you could tell he was putting in work for that body. Must he seriously be good at everything? And the royal clothes didn't drape, or tighten at the chest like his did. It was a perfect fit, the jewels hung low from his head and bodice. Fuck, he couldn't compete with that. Well, Leona still thought he wasn't that great.
A tent began to form as he kept staring at the images. He rolled his hand over the tent softly, feeling something bead up. Yeah those scales look the same, a bit brighter than usual. They have a shiny rainbow oil-like gleam to them. His cock started to heat up as it curved out.
His long nails caressed his overlapped skin on his tip. Yeah, he was leaking out. He never noticed his nose so…hooked. His brows being furrowed in a lot of his official photos. That never changed ever, did it? Precum got into Leona's nailbeds, raising his hand with a scoff. Ugh, so messy. But he needs this. Sevens, he was so pent up. This creature, this…reptilian fiend, is giving him odd sensations.
He grabbed his cock, feeling its thick frame up and down. Imagine how humiliating that little prince would feel as he saw a true king's might. His cock couldn't compare to this, could it? Imagine those long, fae like fingers running on top of his veins. He scratches his vein with a grunt. What would the vermin say when he would be underneath this? "Oh my…" Leona wrangled out. He'd be whining and whimpering to put it in already, that impatient salamander.
His voice wavers, spitting in his hand, going back to buisness. He shakes his shaft around, as if he would be slapping his swollen cheeks. Such entertainment fit for a king. He can feel his split tongue going in between and around his dick, going all the way down to his pubes. He shivered at the thought.
His hips jitter as he rams his cock into his fist. He goes faster with each thrust. "Fuck…stupid herbivore..." Leona grabs his hairy chest, disobeying his own thoughts as he pretends a different set of long nails dig around his nipple. "Damn lizard…, you don't know…" His head fills with words and babbles. He whines out loud, his tip swollen and aching. "…what you're doing to me…"
His hand goes at its fastest pace as he grabs his nipple, twisting and pulling it about. His knees bucked up in a heated fit. The moans got louder and breathier. A voice taunts him in his head. "Foolish Prince of the Pridelands." It says with a spat on 'prince'. "You can never accept defeat can you? Now you're beneath me. Watching as I slowly make you fall into descent." Leona's back arched as he heard it.
"It took me a while, but I have you exactly where I wanted you. Now, let me see you release all over. Just to the thought of being better than me." Leona roared as he pinched his chest one last time, cum seeping out of his leaking cock. It spills all over his exposed legs, some even going on his boxers. He pants, chest going up and down. What in the hell was he thinking? He would never…ever be beneath anyone. And yet, he came as soon as he heard that echoing voice. That deep, bellowing voice.
It hit him like a ton of bricks. He had just masturbated to the idea of Malleus Draconia. This is disgusting. Wrong. Filthy. His sworn enemy. Looking at his photos again, all he feels is anger and shame. He swipes the search engine away. Fuck. Now his hands are sticky and his sheets are stained. Sevens be damned, Malleus.
A knock could be heard from his door. Shit, was he that loud? He shoved his softening cock into his boxers and pulled the covers over his body. "…Come in?"
Red hair flew into the room as he rushed in, his heels clicking into the ground. "I heard roaring. I came as soon as I heard." Sevens forbid, it's Falena. Leona eyerolled, flopping back down on his pillow with a yell.
"Lord, Falena." He eyerolls, turning his whole body around away from him. "Can a guy not roar sometimes?" Falena scoffs. "Sorry for being concerned as your brother… Usually when a man roars he's either hurt or—oh! Oh. Yeah." Leona facepalms as his brother stutters and backs away. "…Sorry." Leona just glares. "Privacy is the greatest new invention." He growls, while Falena just nods. "…Indeed."
The room goes quiet. Falena staring at his brother's hardwood floors. Leona looking as far away from him as possible. Falena claps his hands together and jumps. "Oh! I just remembered why i was in here." Of course he did. "Well, we have the schedule for tomorrow. Your little faefriend is supposed to be coming tomorrow with his entourage. Huh? How exciting?" Leona's face doesn't move. Is this supposed to make him feel better? "Yeah? No? Okay." Falena's face falls flat.
He sits on Leona's bed automatically, touching his shoulder. "Hey." Leona looks up, slouching. "I'll be there too. Maybe Ruggie? Anyone you need." He just wants to run away, far into the savannah where nobody can see him ever again. Maybe if that happened, this whole predicament can end, and the world can go back to normal.
But this isn't normal, and he can't run away forever. He sighed, looking at Falena in the eyes for the first time in a while.
"Fine. Come with me. I'm going to need a hell of a lot of back up."