Kill the Prince. By now, he's asking for it.

I crept to him, blade shining.

He tensed, fully conscious and aware I was about to kill him. He meant for that to happen.

A painless **** was my code.

I took a deep breath, shuddering from my wounds.

"Just do it, Akira," he breathed. "But please bust down the door and kill the King as well."

I held it to his temple, but my hands shook.

"God damn it, Akira, you have one job! Kill me and get out of here!"

"Just give me a moment, Master...to collect myself..."

"Stay here and you'll be beaten to ****," he hissed.

He slapped me.

I flinched, feeling the sting on my cheek.

"Kill me, you little slut!" He hit me again.

Instinctively, I drove the knife into his brain.

He immediately froze.

I backed up, scared and shaking like a leaf.

I spent the rest of the night trying to escape the Chambers while the Prince's body grew cold.

I watched the sun peek over the horizon.

There was a knock on the Prince's door.

The Prince climbed out of bed, sighing, nothing but a scar on his temple where I'd stabbed him, and hidden by his hair.

I watched, dumbfounded and terrified.

"Get up," he hissed.

I scrambled back into my cage, terrified to see him come back to life.

The Prince sighed and rolled out of bed. "I'm a bit busy at the moment," he called to the doorman.

He hurried to the center of the room, snapped, and pointed to the ground in front of him. I quickly went there.

"Strip," he hissed.

"What?" I breathed.

"Now. Unless you want to be whipped again today."

"Sire, the King wants to see you," the doorman said.

I hadn't moved, so the Prince tore off my bra and bottoms and grabbed the whip, which was still sitting next to the door. My eyes widened as he undid his trousers to reveal his massive cock.

Holy shit, it's so much bigger when it's hard...

Wait, he's hard...maybe he had a wet dream about me?

He grabbed my horns and shoved my mouth down on his gigantic cock just as the door was opened.

The Prince looked to the King, the whip hanging at his side. I sat up and peeked over my shoulder to see if the King was there, but he smacked my cheek and shoved my head back down, making me ****.

"Did you need anything?" the Prince asked his father.

There was a pause. "Nope," the King replied, and walked away.

The door closed, but the Prince didn't release me. He held me by my horns and bobbed my head up and down his shaft.

"Put some tongue into it."

With my free hands, I started massaging his balls. Looking up at him, I saw his pleased expression, and the sound of a slight groan egged me on.

He gave me a rough throat-fucking, sticking his big cock through my mouth and throat, his tip bobbing up and down in my upper neck.

"Impressive," he admitted as I did my best to refrain from ****. "I heard elves were good at sword swallowing, but god, my cock may have just found a winning hole."

He must've woken up close to cumming, because it wasn't long before his hot, thick cum drizzled straight into my stomach.

"You better drink it all," he ordered. "There better not be a single drop out of place."

I licked his cock clean, watching his glinted eyes as I ran my tongue all over his big dick.

"I'll bet if you had the chance to go home now you wouldn't take it, would you?" he asked.

I glanced away. The North is my home, but the shit Master can do to me... Which would I choose?

"Doesn't matter anyways. I'm going to keep you for a while. It's nice to have horny, wet holes ready for fucking around. Who knew elves were such sluts?"

"Y-You...can't talk to me like that," I said quietly.

"What was that ****?" he asked mockingly. "Asking for more cock?"

I went to smack him, but he once again caught my wrist, and in turn smacked me.

"Mm, bad girl. No more cock for you today."

"If it wasn't for that black magic, you and your father would be dead by me and my friends' hands."

"Your dead friends?"

"I..." I looked to the ground.

"Well, if it wasn't for that black magic, you'd be back being a servant to your country. Obedience has been instilled on you since you were an infant. At least this way you get some one-on-one time with whoever owns you for the day."

He'd struck a chord. I pointed at him, refraining from trying to hit him. "You--"

He grabbed my pointing hand and twisted it behind my back, so I was bent over, turned away from him, and helpless. "Don't point, ****, that's rude."

I tried to sweep his legs out from under him with a solid kick, but he was firmly planted on the ground.

I tried to break free. I would've been able to if I wasn't underfed.

I threw my head back, trying to poke him with my horns, but he twisted my arm just in time, having anticipated the move, so that I ended up gasping in pain.

He lowered me to the ground so I had an even smaller chance of getting free. "You done?" he asked.

"Screw you."

"You wish," he retorted. "You're going to be stuck with me for a while. You need to make this work."

"Let me go."

"I'll let you go when I feel like it."

I struggled a bit more, before finally sighing and waiting for him to release me.

He didn't.

"Let me go, I repeated.

"I didn't hear a please."

"Will you please let me go?"

"I don't think you want it bad enough."

"Please, Master. Please let me go."

"There it is," he said, releasing me and walking over to his mirror. "Now go get me that blade, I don't want you killing my servants."

"What blade?"

"Don't lie to me. Go get it."

I begrudgingly retrieved the dagger for him

"Good girl."

"How...How are you still alive?"

He sighed. "It's a...tricky story. Come along."

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The courtyard was beautiful. Not much grew in the snowy North, by in the south everything was covered by the most colorful plants the eye could perceive.

The Prince sat down at a bench in front of a fountain, and since I was on a leash, I did too.

"Ever seen a wishing well?" he asked me.

I shook my head.

"Well, common people throw in money hoping their wishes come true. If the high mage feels generous, he'll sprinkle in some ashes from an ancient hero, and the wishes come true to the extent of the amount of money they sacrificed."

We listened to the fountain trickle down a bit.

"But usually the mage just takes the money," he finished.

After a pause, I said, "Black magic is evil."

"Yeah. Everyone whose wish is granted is damned to hell. But the citizens don't know that. They think the high mage is wonderful. When the moon is full, you can see shadows swirling in the fountain. Could be demons, or trapped souls."

"I thought all humans went to hell."

"For their ancestors' use of black magic? Perhaps."

"That doesn't worry you?"

He sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "My mom died in my childbirth. They feared I'd die as well, so they used a spell to transfer her life **** into mine before she died. I'm already going to hell."

My eyes widened.

"Yeah, I've read the legends. I've got two life forces in me, so I have twice the ability of others. I suppose that's why I didn't die last night."

I bit my lip.

"I've been sent to the front lines by the King several times. I'm usually the only one to return. The King realizes that soldiers can't kill me. Nor can poison. Now, a moonlight elf can't either. It's a bit fun to anticipate what he'll try next."

He sighed.

"I'm probably not your best bet at surviving. I was sure I could die from a direct hit by a magical being, but I guess only black magic can kill me. When I'm dead, they'll kill you."

"No, they'll **** and **** me to ****."

"Yeah, that. Which is bullshit, cause that's my job."

I decided to ignore the last part of what he said. "I can still kill the King for you."

"They'd kill you before I could interfere. I'm still looking for a way to get us both out alive. I'm not going to send you on a suicide mission just to spare me a few months."

I looked down to the ground, blushing and biting my lip.

"Oh, don't read too much into it. I've risked my life a thousand times before, why not do it now?"

"Well, you're the first person willing to risk their life for me at all."

"Really? Huh." He sat back. "I have to admit, that surprises me. Aren't there love-blinded elvish soldiers who think you're cute and want to jump in front of an arrow, thinking you'll kiss them for saving their life while they die or something?"

I gave him an odd look.

"Well, that's what happens when you're a pretty princess in books."

"Soldiers tell me they'll risk their life for me. But they know I was sent to war because I wasn't supposed to come back."

He nodded. "I know the feeling."

We watched the fountain for a while. Birds sang, and the garden flowered with plants and life.

A single green leaf fell into the pool. It immediately shriveled into a brown crisp, and the wind blew it away into dust.

It immediately shriveled into a brown crisp, and the wind blew it away into dust

The Prince rose, looking away from the fountain. "Let's go get that pudding, shall we?"