Ileus: The Dark Prince

She stirred a little and moved away from his chest. He frowned, feeling empty. He pulled her back to him. "Sorry Olivia, but you will be staying here." He kissed her as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against his body. How was it possible that the moon goddess made such a perfect mate for him? Every little curve of her body fitted into every angle and dip of his body. 

He was happy that Bernice was out of his home. The girl was like a venomous snake in the garden who hid behind the bush, waiting for an opportunity to bite and inject the victim with its venom. He wondered what she must have told her people but why did he feel that Ileus had given them a punishment so drastic that their souls would shudder for a long time. His lips curled up when he remembered that Anastasia would be coming the next day. Ileus might be going crazy about it. He was sure that all the servants of the east wing might be tending to make the peacock look even better. The mighty peacock loved to groom every feather to look irresistible for his mate. But Kaizan also knew that Ileus craved to have his babies around him. The man showed off his family to everything that had eyes. 

He was going to take Olivia to meet her… proudly. He wanted to show off Olivia to everyone, no he wanted to show off his mate to the whole world. He thanked the moon goddess for bestowing him with her blessings in the form of Olivia. 

She turned her face to the other side as she curled her fists in his chest. He placed a kiss on her head and then closed his eyes. He had fucked her senseless and even though he was exhausted, his body craved for his little mate. Babe… Yes, he was going to give her family a dozen babes. He loved them and suddenly he mused as to how his babies would look like. He was sure that most of them would resemble him and perhaps one or two would resemble Olivia. "Bah!" he sighed. It was such a wonderful thought. And now he wanted to make her pregnant and when her stomach would swell, he would show everyone that he did that to her. Was it possible that she was already pregnant? It had been a week of having sex. He took his hand to her belly to check whether it had swollen even a little or not. When it appeared flat, his lips curved down. He had to work harder. 

Next day when Olivia woke up, she saw his beautiful face in front of her eyes. He had propped his elbow up and placed his head on his palm and was watching her. She extended her hands to his forehead where she brushed his hair back. "Don't you have to go to the chancery?" 

"No," he replied. "I have taken a leave today." He grinned, baring his fangs. 

So wolfy. "Why?" she asked, bewildered. "You took one a few days back!" 

"So what?" he said and then jumped over his mate. "I have been tasked to make babies with you in order to fulfill the peace treaty." He crawled over her and pushed his already erect shaft inside her. 

"Ah!" she gasped, welcoming the heat even though she was sore. This was absolutely the last time. As he began to thrust slowly, she asked, "And?"

"And I take my work seriously." Push. 

"That is not work." She tipped her head back as she laughed.

"Of course, this is." Push. "This is the most important work that the General of Silver Vales has been given." Push. 

She giggled and giggled until her giggles turned into soft moans, until the two reached their climax together. When he was spent, he buried his face in her neck and said, "I love you." 

"And I love you more," she said, threading her fingers through his hair. Babe. A smile curled her lips up. Her stomach growled. 

"You are hungry," he said, his need to feed her rising over his need to have sex with her. He pulled himself out and then loomed over her. "Get ready fast. I want you to meet someone." 

She got up, tying her hair into a messy bun. "Who?" she asked and swept her feet on the ground to stand. 

He slapped her buttocks. "Anastasia!" 

"Ouch!" she jumped and then her eyes flew wide open with surprise. "Anastasia? The fae princess." 

He grinned. "Yes, the fae princess." 

"Oh my!" Olivia clasped her hands as her face split into a big smile. "I have heard that she is beautiful!" 

Kaizan's eyes narrowed. "You should concentrate only on your husband's beauty. But yes, she is beautiful." He shrugged. "Well, what do you expect from that species? I haven't seen a single pure blood fae who isn't beautiful." He got up and she squealed when he scooped her in his arms. "Enough. You need to eat," he growled as he took her to the bathroom. "After all, we need to have a dozen babies!" 

"What?" 

"That's right," he said in all seriousness. "We have to do this very important task that your mother and father have given us. Why didn't you tell me about it earlier?" he asked with irritation. He would have doubled his efforts. "This is about the peace treaty!" 

"Peace treaty?" Nod. "A dozen babies." Nod. "And how are a dozen babies linked to the peace treaty?" 

He set her on her feet and ran hot water in the tub. While sprinkling salts, he said, "Only babies are the symbol of peace treaty." 

"Even one baby is more than enough!" she said, akimbo. "We don't need a dozen!" When he didn't say a word, Olivia smiled that she had caught the wolf in his own web. 

Kaizan picked her up and sat in the hot water with her on his lap. As the water streamed around them, he said, "The more the babies, the stronger the peace treaty." He flicked her forehead. "Can't your little brain think even this much?" 

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Ileus was all dressed in his best suit. He was wearing a white shirt with golden cuffs. His black leather pants hugged those sinew muscles. A red cape with thick golden thread on the hems hung behind him. His hair was neatly trimmed and he had freshly shaved. While he took a bath, he had added almost every bottle of aroma oil in his bath. The crown prince looked like he was desperate even though his expressions were that of absolute coolness, like he had everything controlled. 

He was standing in the gardens of the east wing, where he was staring at a portal that was sizzling. Any time now. Nikolai stepped out first. He ran to his father, squealing crazily. "Papa!" Ileus took him in his arms. He planted kisses all over his face and smelled him. When he looked up again, he saw Anastasia coming out of the portal with their infant, Alexander, gurgling as he held his mother's strand in his hand. Ileus' breath lodged in his throat. With a smile, she walked up to him and he immediately wrapped his free arm around her. She was back. His heartbeat raced. He kissed her temple and breathed, "Fuck.. I missed you."