Dawn Of Alfeim (Book 1)

Dökkálfar (Chapter 2)

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Dökkálfar (Dark Elf city)

The sound of clinking armor could be heard with heavy footsteps rushing down the corridor. Three dark elf generals were making their way to the kings chambers. They had gotten word from the light city via letter. Something that hasn't happened in a Mellenium so they knew the king must see it. The heavy boots thudded on the hard dark marble flooring; The sound resonating off of the hallway walls. Dökkálfar was a lot different from the light elf city. The interior castle was dark mahogany and black. As the three generals grew closer to the kings chambers the sound of a woman moaning loudly came from inside the large room assaulting their ears.

None of them stopped. A guard reached out and a loud knock on the king's personal chambers resounded. First the loud moaning paused as you could hear someone conversing. After a minute, the moaning picked up and got louder. "Enter" A deep grumbly voice commanded as he continued to pleasure the elf below him the smacking of skin loud and undeniable. The three generals walked in. Their new king had a dark elf's legs over his shoulders, His hands on her hips pinning her to the bed. His defined muscles twitched on his back as he lifted her ass a little more he continued to drive his massive c**k into the female who was panting in ecstasy.

"This better be good Rolland" Viton growled out grating it out with a grunt as he continued his attention on the female he was pleasuring. Her hips grinding along his as his hand slid to her throat constricting her airway but not completely. "My Liege... Word from Ljósálfar by mail" hearing his best-friend and general speak about the light city his assault on the woman ceased completely only to have her whimper in protest.

Vitonreik pulled his thick, bulged member from her as he stood up walking to Rolland paying no mind to being nude. "What a pleasant surprise. Perhaps the old dog figured out it's time he surrenders." Viton grabbed the unopened letter inspecting it seeing the seal really was from the light elf king himself. Viton opened it as the general slipped a black sleek robe on him . Viton's lipped pulled into a wide grin his guard Rolland couldn't help his curiosity. "What does it say my Leige?" Looking to Rolland his mossy green eyes shone with intensity and almost intrigue.

"Hes offering me up one of his pecious daughters in light of a peace treaty. A Mellenium seems to be all his worthless ass can handle." His mood was only getting better knowing he was that much closer to his victory. He could taste it; It was so close until he heard a females voice who was still stark naked on his bed. "Viton; You can't be serious. Are you really contemplating taking one of the light kings' w***e daughters as a bride?" Her voice was doused in anger and dare he say malice as she spoke. Viton was hers according to her warped mind. Why would he not take her as his bride?

There was an eery silence in the room before he nodded. "Avalon, I'm sorry but if you wish to stay at my side I will make you my concubine." He paused his right hand messing with the edged of the letter reading it again "If you do not wish to be my concubine I cannot give you the title of Queen" he said in a matter of fact voice. He knew she would accept the title. It was an official title being a concubine of a king had its perks. There was another eery silence before she bowed her head. "My king, I accept the title as your concubine..." she said gently dismissing herself before she got herself in trouble she knew her role and where she fit in his world. Her love was a scary man when he was angry and she couldn't afford to leave or be cast from his side. She was his rightful queen. Damm those light elves for meddling in affairs and having the audacity to look for peace.

Viton got dressed before he made his way to the royal hall. His mind on Avalon. He knew she would be fine but he felt a little bit of guilt taking the title of dark elf queen from her, He had to make it up to her and still take responsibility. They had been intimately involved for a little under a century. She was in love with him and he knew it. She was easy to control. Making his way to the hall he watched as some guards opened the dark mahogany door so he could walk in. The king was announced and in the prescense of the throng. Viton made his way to the throne sitting down crossing his right leg on top of the left as he leaned back.

"Get me the pictures of Vinir's eligible daughters" he said to the hand of the king. Viton's black crown complemented his ashen colored skin. It made him look dominant and in his prime. Viton's advisor came up with four photos, handing them all to him. "Your majesty, these are the potential candidates for your peace treaty" He spoke with a stern voice but there was a tremor in it the advisor knew even if Avalon wasn't in the room Viton held a special place for her so he dared not to offend the kings concubine, Even though he never liked her. Viton thumbed through the pictures reading the back pages since their was a little more about them, their intrests and their personality traits. Viton had flipped through the photos a couple times examining them but one kept catching his eye. Adrelieah. She seemed like the best candidate for him.

Something screamed at him with this daughter she seemed interesting even in just a photo he was intruiged by this light elf so he could only imagine how he would be fascinated by her in person unlike the other three which screamed textbook royal princess's. Viton tapped the photo showing the princess to Rolland. "This one." He said before a sly smirk appeared on his lips. "Send a letter and let them know in five days time we will come collect my bride"

Gears were already turning in the dark elf kings head. She looked so innocent yet calculating and he couldn't wait to corrupt and morph her into his customs which were different than the light elves. He cared for Avalon but he had to admit his life was getting a little.. mundane for his liking, it became the same thing for him and he was falling into a ritual habit something that he did not take lightly. This little light elf might bring some fun back into his life.

Viton was aware he was older than the bride he chose but he couldn't stop from thinking about how she looked. He wanted to corrupt her and bend her body bend her to his will. He knew he was going to be intimate with this beautiful light creature. How could he not? He needed to corrupt her and the quickest way would be making her experience things she hadn't experience before. He needed his little dove to at least adapt to his culture. Viton put his finger on his lip and hummed, It was deep and raspy full of primal instinct.

He hadn't been on light elf territory in almost a thousand years before the dawn of war broke out.