AFKverse Pt 2

`“My sons, it is imperative that we make peace with our enemies and form a united front against the Hypogean invasion, for that is the only way we will have a chance at overcoming their forces,” King Lanward decreed, looking upon his two sons kneeled before him. “Mauler tradition dictates that only the strong shall be granted access to speak with their ruler. Lucius the Lightbearer, take Thane the Exalted with you on your quest to Mauler Enclave; he is familiar with their land and can help navigate the many customs they have. You will meet with the Chieftain and convince him of the need for this allyship to occur for not only our people’s but also his own,” the King stated, and his oldest son nodded his assent.

Both sons remained kneeling before their father, their heads bowed in further respect. “I understand Father. I will bring honor to you and our people in any way you should need,” Lucius said, his voice strong and determined and in a way that had pride bubbling in Killa’s chest.

“The Wilders are a peaceful group who abhor violence and are seldom seen outside their Forest, however it is foolish to view this as a weakness. They are fiercely protective of their borders and people by nature, and their resources are vast. Killa the Advocate, you will bring Hendrik the Defender on your journey to their land. You will bring tributes and earn their favor so that our forces may benefit from their keen battle strategies,” the King instructed, his voice carrying with it a weight of responsibility that Killa was ready to carry.

“I shall not fail Father!” He said, hoping that his voice carried the same unwavering confidence as his brother’s.

“Dismissed,” the King said with a wave of his hand. Both sons stood and saluted their father before turning to leave through the main doors together. King Lanward watched his sons proudly as they left his war room and whispered to no one in particular, “Show the world why you two brothers are known as the Union of Sword and Pen.”

After Lucius and Killa left the King’s war room and descended the marbled steps towards the main keep, Lucius turned to his younger brother. “Killa, ensure that you are properly prepared and your inventory is well stocked; journeying outside these walls is dangerous,” Lucius advised.

Killa turned to face his brother, chest puffed out slightly annoyed at being treated like a child, “Yes, brother I know. I need not be reminded of the basics of traveling; I am—” Killa’s rant was stopped as a brotherly hand was placed upon his head and ruffled his hair familiarly while Lucius laughed heartily.

“Do not fret little brother. I know you are well read and familiar with dangerous travels, but as your older brother I cannot help worrying about your wellbeing. I would much prefer to be by your side, but Father’s wisdom is true; separately we can cover more ground,” he says with a soft smile. “Hendrik will guard you as he has guarded our family for many decades; in times of peril you must listen to him at all costs,” Lucius said, then removed his hand while still giving his gentle smile, concern hiding in his eyes.

Killa, understanding his brother’s intention, sighed and gave a smile back. “I appreciate your advice brother. Now if you may excuse me, I need to start my preparations.”

A twinkle could be seen in Lucius’s eye, his teasing nature reserved for Killa alone rising to the occasion. “Rushing back to your bride I see. You always seem to have no time for your elder brother these days,” he sighed dramatically, looking off into the late afternoon light.

Killa felt as a slight brush creeped up his neck at the light teasing, but he attempted to reply in what he hoped was a cool and even tone. “nO, iT’s NoT LiKe ThAt,” he winced at hearing himself, knowing he had failed his endeavor.

“Oh, is that so?” Lucius let out a bellowing laugh and wiped a tear from his face before he turned to head out and begin his own preparations, throwing out one final tease. “Go on little brother, I know the life of a newlywed is… passionate.”

The blonde prince’s loud laughter could still be heard by Killa all the way down the hallways as he headed for his bedchambers, still flushed from his brother’s teasing. He is just jealous that my wife is gorgeous, sweet and amazing; she’s a total waifu. Killa thought to himself, using a term that he had picked up from a conversation with a few foreign dignitaries three seasons prior.

Preoccupied by his musings, Killa arrived at the door of his bedchambers minutes later and walked through them without considering that he should knock. A soft gasp of surprise was heard as his wife turned around, clutching a chemise to her chest; the sudden entry had caught her off guard whilst she was in the middle of changing. Her state of undress caught Killa off guard as well, his jaw slightly hanging ajar and his previous blush coming back full swing as he took in the sight of his wife. Upon seeing her husband’s frozen state ogling her figure, Belinda’s own pale cheeks reddened in an embarrassed flush. “K-Killa?”

Hearing his wife's voice broke Killa from his awed reverie, allowing his eyes to rove from her body to maintain eye contact. His mouth was unbelievably dry and later he would attribute that to his state of being slack jawed; anyone who tried to say otherwise could rot in the dungeons. Killa cleared his throat, gaze dropping once again and watched his beautiful semi-nude wife squirm under his heated gaze. Suddenly, a shock went through his body as if Belinda’s Divine Light had struck him multiple times. He began to speak, “Please bear my children!”

“Huh?” Belinda responded in confusion, still not fully recovered from the sudden intrusion and blatant staring from her normally reserved husband. Her face was still flushed, and she attempted to open her mouth to question his out of the ordinary actions, but was silenced with a searing hot kiss after Killa had strode quickly across the room to claim her mouth with his own.

Clothes were tossed from both Killa and Belinda’s bodies as he backed his wife towards their bed, and his mouth sucking and biting claiming marks into her pale neck. Belinda’s soft moans filled the room and she worked in equal fervor to undress her husband, heat building between them. “You’re so gorgeous my love, how am I to ever fulfill my duties when you tempt me so?” Killa asked, his hands following the curve of her figure from her shoulders down to wrap his large hands around his waist and marvel at how petite she was.

“Oh, how despicable of me! However should I repent?” Belinda said sweetly, a cute ‘eep’ of surprise leaving her when Killa lifted her up to deposit her gently upon their bed. He joined her hastily, the weight of his body against hers pressing her against the silken sheets and he settled himself between her legs, encouraging her legs to wrap around his waist.

“I believe we can come to an agreement together.” He replies huskily, shivering at the need in him that rose from her delicate hands scratching down his back desperately as he pulled her into a deep and bruising kiss.

There came a set of knocks from their bedroom door along with a garbled “—rd Killa?” Which Killa disregarded immediately, let them return later—he was busy.

When Belinda’s attention was drawn to the repeated sound however, Killa gently but firmly gripped her chin and directed her gaze back to him. “Ignore it,” he commanded his wife, leaning down to bestow his attention to her breasts and taking pleasure in how her breath hitched in arousal under his tongue.

The knocks sounded once more, much heavier and urgent this time, and a clearer voice said his name again. Angered that someone would disturb him, Killa turned his head violently to the door and sharply yelled, “What?!”

The extravagant bedroom that he was familiar with faded to that of the The Rickety Cart instead, and Killa took a moment to lament the loss of such a pleasant dream. The incessant knocking was still persisting and he let out an aggravated growl. “What is it?”

The door opened slowly and Gwenyth’s head shyly peaked in. Immediately Killa felt a pool of shame well up for losing his composure and yelling at his sweet cousin.

“Father said it’s time for breakfast and the strategy meeting…” Gwenyth said softly, not meeting his gaze, “but I can tell him that he’ll need to start later,” she mumbled, unused to hearing such an aggressive tone from her Lord.

Killa sighed deeply and rubbed his eyes, “No, it is fine. My apologies Gwen for my tone; please head down and tell Hendrik that I will be down shortly.”

Gwenyth curtsied politely though didn’t say anything more before she closed the door, the sound of her footsteps fading as she headed down the stairs. Killa knew that he would need to apologize again later for frightening her, but for now…

Killa waited a few seconds before he lifted his sheets and frowned at his hardened member. What am I going to do about this?