Three Jewels

Chapter 2

Chapter 2Adin

Adin had practiced for this. He looked at himself in the reflection of the window, studying his round cheeks, brown hair, and knife-like features. He remembered what his professors had taught him; the humans deserved to own this world and destroy the weaker breeds. The fay, who could not lie and tricked others, were disgusting. The elves were defenders of forests that stood in the way of villages, farms, and castles. They were living ancestors, remnants of the past. Adin took in a breath to calm his nerves.

For years he had trained with the most beautiful humans alive. His life’s destiny was to further their political manifests. He was aware of the judgmental looks from Keir and the curious glances of Cord, both vile and lesser than he.

“We could have chosen a better jewel,” one of the human traders said to another, inspecting him.

Adin knew his face was of no beauty, but fairies had rarely interacted with humans.

Some of the fairy traders winked at him with a smirk. They had no idea of beauty; only knew he was different. An elf passed and tried to grab his ass. Adin moved away, winking at them. The elves would appreciate his biceps and chest, but he wanted only the appreciation of kings. He gave fake smiles to the scum that smiled at him but always kept moving on the stage.

“What are you doing?” Cord asked.

“Only a king will touch me,” Adin responded, crossing his arms and avoiding Cord.

A small cough caught his attention. His king, King Damian, stood next to him, looking displeased. Damian glowered at Keir and Cord before letting his gaze fall on Adin.

“Follow,” the king instructed. His tone was cold and detached, as if he cared about no one and nothing.

It made it impossible to tell when he was angry and when he was happy. Adin followed his king.

The crowd was growing, the noise ever louder. Now merchants carrying their luxurious items walked through the halls showing off to royalty. A fairy woman was trying to sell purple silk to an elven warrior wearing her full wooden uniform. Knights had arrived and began drinking, toppling over one another. Damian pushed open the nearest door, unworried about being overheard. Adin followed into his bedroom. The sheets were ruffled. The king seemed unsatisfied.

“How is the fairy?” Adin questioned, knowing the king had his eyes set on the dark-haired jewel.

Damian had left the door open and was still gazing at Keir.

“He appears to be religious. Believes that the gods must decide which king he belongs to. Leave it to the fairies to find their most devout s*x worker to represent them in a s****l tradition,” the king sighed, displeased.

The king liked a challenge, and Keir represented that to him. He didn’t need to ask. The king wanted Keir. It was not surprising. The fairies were dangerous, and Keir silent and rejecting. For kings and royalty, that was exotic and desirable. It was annoying to have a king aroused by a tiny thin grimacing fay, but Adin knew not to be blunt.

“I wish you luck in obtaining him,” Adin responded.

The king hated the fairies and elves as much as he did, but unlike Adin, the king was attracted to them. Damian was proud of his s****l escapades. Adin reminded himself that Keir was nothing more than a conquest of the king.

Damian turned his attention to Adin for the first time and scrutinized him. The king’s hands moved closer to his, not quite touching him. Adin felt his heart stutter and the blood rush from his head.

“Your body is causing desire. I suspect King Wren will favor Cord, and King Auberi will favor Keir. Make yourself alluring. The other kings will treat humans with caution. You cannot win their favor. It is your job to ensure they lust for you, so after tonight, whoever is your king spends time with you. When the time is right, you will strike,” King Damian reminded him.

This was only one of hundreds of plans the king had hatched to take down the elves and fairies. For the king, this was non-essential, but for Adin, this was his life.

“I will not fail you,” Adin promised. He would make himself needed by the king, he told himself.

“I hope I can trust you,” King Damian muttered.

Damian was the most handsome king. He was older, in his early forties. While the other kings looked untouched, Damian had a more rugged look. He favored horseback riding. His body was toned, muscular, and not broad-shouldered like the elves. It was thinner and more refined.

King Damian stood staring at a portrait of a father and his three children, the founders of each kingdom. It was said every king had an identical portrait. The eldest child had pointy ears and rested against a tree, the first ruler of the elves. The middle child frowned and stood close to the king with a sword in hand, the first ruler of humans. The youngest child was covered in mud and grinning. He had unnatural pinkish-purple hair, the founder of Fay.

“What happened to them?” Adin asked, frowning.

All he knew was of the war between the three founders. Once they were all one, their blood was the same. They were not divided until after the war when each ruler declared their own kingdom and split the land. That was countless years ago. Now they were different. Those who loved magic became the fairies, those who loved nature and peace became the elves, and those with ambition became humans.

“Their parents were everything; fairies, elves, and humans all in one. Nature called to them, and magic traced every step. They were ambitious warriors. After the parents died, the children could not decide who was best suited to rule. Each believed the crown belonged to them. A brutal war consumed the kingdom. The death and c*****e were unimaginable. A peace treaty that established land for three kingdoms ended the war. The treaty was mistake,” Damian hissed.

“We will defeat the elves and fairies,” Adin whispered, standing and pouring himself wine.

Adin sipped the wine, trying to look seductive, flexing his muscles and letting his gaze linger.

The king looked at him with surprise.

The king’s eyes lingered on Adin’s chest, oiled to glisten. The king did not say a word as he undid his robe and shut the door. Adin focused on satisfying his king.

The king moaned, pushing Adin’s head lower. Adin obliged, taking more of the king until he felt his throat expand. The king began panting and moaning, thrusting, his head back and eyes closed. Damian was a selfish lover. He never moved to satisfy Adin. Adin let out pleased moans to arouse the king, which worked. He could feel the pulsing of the king. The king began panting and thrusting harder.

With a series of loud moans and pants, Adin tasted the king as he gasped when he came.

“You have been trained well,” the king sighed.

The king graced Adin with a grin that caused Adin’s heart to skip. No matter which king he went home with, King Damian would always be his true king.

“Thank you for your compliment, my lord,” Adin whispered.

“You should get back to the stage. The other two kings will want to speak to you,” the king added.

Adin nodded, moving away from the king, who was done with him. The king did not look at him or speak as Adin left. Adin let himself out of the room and into the ball. Cord was alone on stage, admired by a group of fairy sailors flying around him.

“Welcome back,” Cord greeted, waving to him.

Adin did not respond to the beast. He had the favor of his king and hardly needed Cord’s politeness.

He allowed himself to be admired and appreciated by the elf court. He even gave a fake smile to Cord, who seemed to be beloved by the elves. Cord was surprised but returned a tentative smile. He had the feeling that the elf was not particularly intelligent.

The elf king was not talking or gesturing toward either Cord or Adin. He seemed displeased. He may be waiting for Keir, who had disappeared, Adin thought. If so, Adin didn’t want the elves to favor Keir above him.

Keir wasn’t particularly likable, with his constant grimace and refusal to speak. Keir was thin and small; the elves and fairies may be closer in politics, but Adin knew he was more attractive. There was no reason the elves should not desire him more than the fairy.

“May we speak?” Adin asked, deciding to make the first move.

The elf king looked discontent in being addressed but obliged.

“Of course. It is tradition,” the elf king responded, offering Adin his hand.

King Auberi led him to the dance floor. The ball was crowded. Men and women danced intertwined with one another.

“Did you dance with the others?” Adin asked as he ushered Auberi to dance with him.

“No,” the king responded, nonplused.

Auberi looked at his court. He seemed bored of Adin and looked at the stage where Keir had returned. Cord and Keir looked to be murmuring. He was sure the elf king would take the others somewhere private.

The king’s eyes were wandering throughout their dance back to the stage, back to his court, anywhere but Adin. They were out of stride, and it was the king’s fault. King Auberi was not concerned about dancing with grace or wooing Adin.

“Which of the two catches your eye?” Adin questioned, accepting the elf king did not desire him.

King Damian had warned him the other kings would not favor him. King Auberi didn’t respond and focused on Adin for the first time, swaying him. Adin allowed himself to be led around the room, adding hip movements to showcase his legs and abs.

“It is a shame we are not in a private space,” Adin whispered.

Adin wanted to make the elf king want him. The music had changed to a faster pace. Adin was able to move against him, grinding their bodies together.

“I am content here,” King Auberi replied, frowning.

If it were not for his royalty, Adin would have left and returned to the stage, but he forced himself through the dance. The music ended. Everyone bowed to their partner except the two of them.

“It was a pleasure. I will walk you back,” King Auberi stated, his eyes on the stage again.

King Auberi removed his hand from Adin’s arm as he returned, nodding toward Keir and Cord. The elf king didn’t bother with goodbyes. Instead, he disappeared into the ball, looking pleased to be rid of Adin.

It was the fairy king who met him last. He appeared to have been waiting for Adin to return. His face was upturned, making it look as if he had inspected the castle and found it to be disgusting. Fairies were savages who preferred sleeping under hills or in the cold night. It didn’t surprise Adin lavishness was missed on him.

“Is it our turn to be alone?” Adin asked, faking enthusiasm. He was still mad at the elf king.

“It is,” King Wren said, hiding none of his dread.

King Wren had sharp features. He looked to be cut to perfection. Every muscle showed. Every hair was in the perfect place.

Like Keir, his cheekbones stood high, and his figure thin. He had red hair with darker tanner skin than Keir. King Wren must be from a southern territory of the fairies’ kingdom. He had light freckles decorating his skin from long days in the sun. If he were human, he would be handsome, almost innocent looking.

“I hope I live with you,” Adin confessed. He would anchor his lies in honesty.

The elves were less of a threat than the mystical fairies. Adin would prefer to help defeat the fairies. It would ensure his legacy. King Wren was considered authoritative. If it were Adin who defeated Wren, King Damian would give Adin whatever he desired, a place on the royal court even.

“That makes one of us,” King Wren replied.

The king treated their time together as a chore. He had not bothered to take Adin anywhere private. They stood in public, circled by eavesdropping elves and interested fairies. King Wren didn’t even bother asking him to dance. There were plenty of empty chairs surrounding them, but King Wren didn’t even tell Adin to sit.

“Is there nothing about me that intrigues you?” Adin interrogated, deciding to entertain the audience.

They were all listening in and knew King Wren was uninterested. He didn’t expect a reply, and King Wren didn’t give one. Adin would play to the court and royalty surrounding him.

He pulled down the cloth covering him. He was dressed to highlight his body and other assets and knew many were already trying to see more. He was still hard from his experience with King Damian earlier.

King Wren sighed and moved onto a couch, flanked by members of his royal court. Adin could not tell if the king was erect or had any desire for him. The king hadn’t left or told Adin to disappear, but he also didn’t look excited. The elven king and court were nearby and watching.

“You may put on a show if you like,” King Wren stated. His eyes lingered on Adin’s erection with disinterest.

Adin pleasured himself, rubbing his oiled chest and running his hands over himself and his muscular legs.

A circle had formed around him. He could see the crowd was aroused. He moaned, looking at the king. With forced moans and grunts for the crowd’s enjoyment, he finished, ejaculating a long stream to the couch where King Wren sat.

Many of the fairies and elves applauded, and the humans cheered for their jewel. The king, however, remained stone-faced. The king stood and walked toward the stage to where Cord and Keir were in conversation. Many in his court stayed with Adin. Adin grinned toward them. He may not get a king, but he could earn favor from members of the court.