by Dr. D
The smile on Dezi’s face turned mean. He suddenly squeezed down hard on the bulge on Acheron’s crotch. “I wonder why? You faggot.”
Dezi finally saw a crack in the prince’s impenetrable blank expression as the penis rapidly hardened in his hand. Dezi expected to feel disgusted and repelled, but what crept up his spine was a crooked sense of power. He found himself almost thrilled with the control, as if he was taking revenge on a battle that he had lost before.
“Tell Lord Mathew that you allow me to go to school and I will teach you something fun.” Dezi pushed Acheron down on the bed and unbuttoned the prince’s pants.
Acheron’s thing was sizable; the shape was as perfect as the rest of his body, but it barely had any discoloration. The full glen was almost pink, which made it seem a lot less threating.
Dezi hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t want to back down, so he grabbed onto it before he could change his mind.
The prince’s breath clearly hitched and he wanted to get up.
“Don’t move.” Dezi pursed his lips and stroked it. The rod grew bigger in his hand. He could feel the rising heat in his palm.
“You clearly like it.” He turned to the prince with a taunting smile.
Acheron’s eyes faltered as Dezi’s breath hit his face. His hand crept onto Dezi’s back, and his fingers tightened on his clothes, pulling Dezi to him like a spider carefully drawing him back to his nets.
The dull perfection of prince’s features melted like a snow mask by the blush on his skin, and the vivid and exquisite beauty beneath it came to life as if a curse had been lifted. Dezi saw those black eyes were dense like collapsed stars, and their gravity almost sucked Dezi in.
For a moment, he was immobilized by fascination and watched as Acheron grew closer and closer to him.
But Dezi broke away the second before Acheron’s lips touched his, and his hand clamped Acheron mouth as if he was afraid he might accidentally kiss it.
“You look like a girl,” Dezi complained and bit his lips. That wasn’t really true, but Dezi felt the need to say it.
Acheron’s warm, trembling breath heated Dezi’s palm.
“Now, answer me, am I going to classes tomorrow?” Dezi narrowed his eyes and pick up his speed.
Acheron furrowed his brow and licked Dezi’s hand as pre-cum started to drip from the tip of his penis.
“Say ‘Yes.’” Dezi abruptly stopped and pinched the opening on the tip.
The prince threw in a shaky breath and exhaled a muffled word. “Yes …”
“That is a good boy,” Dezi smirked and removed his hand from Acheron’s mouth. “Say it again.”
Acheron’s desperately tried to get closer to Dezi and said, “Yes.”
“Good.” Dezi chuckled and went on to finish him off. “I like you now.”
Acheron’s eyes darkened even more, and he gripped tighter onto Dezi.
Just when Dezi felt like he was going to get pushed down by the prince, Acheron quivered and came in Dezi’s hand.
Dezi frowned and pulled away.
He smeared some semen on Acheron and took the fire stone out of his pocket. “You see this?” Dezi looked down at Acheron and brought the stone in front of his eyes. “I will like you even more if you bring me more elemental stones.”
Dezi patted Acheron’s face and got up to wash his hands.
Chapter 9
Night fell, and the room was dark.
Acheron’s black eyes blinked slowly with contentment as he stared at Dezi’s face. His person was laying next to him, safe and sound in his sleep.
Acheron approached Dezi until he could breathe in the air Dezi breathed out.
He opened his mouth and tasted the sweet air on his tongue. He closed his eyes in a blissful daze and let the intoxicating sweetness traveled down through his gullet. It gave him such wonderful warmth in his stomach, spreading through his entire body in a pleasant tingle. It even smoothed out the permanent swelling pain in his bones.
Acheron couldn’t help but wonder how could he get more, and as soon the thought entered his mind the gentle warmth turned into poisonous claws, it gripped onto his stomach and pulled up an incredibly thirst.
The prince opened his eyes in a start and gulped at Dezi’s lips. He wanted to dig deep into the source of that sweetness, but the prince hesitated.
Something this powerful ought to be feared.
But the intoxicating sweetness continued to flow to him, making his throat parched dry with a yearning.
Acheron sucked in a breath in defeat, inched in closer, and carefully touched Dezi’s lips with his own.
A million firework lite up the dark night of his world.
It was the color of the sunlight hitting Dezi’s hair.
Chapter 10
“It is important to learn to use a bone coin’s energy skillfully.”
The teacher, another retired chef, took out a fire bone coin, a smooth ivory chip with a red marking in the center. “With a lot of practice, eventually you would be able to use it even without direct contact. It is like touching the boundary between D and C rating. A very rewarding experience.” He put the coin back into his pocket and started a demonstration.
“A lot of practice,” Dezi murmured and gave out a wry smile.
The reason that school was so expensive was that students were literally burning money when they use the bone coins as a magical energy source. Dezi never had that kind of money. In the slum where Dezi grew up, some people might only get a bag of grain as payment for their labor.
Dezi stared at the fire energy that was going through the raw meat, but his mind drifted away with excitement. Dezi had been in a good mood ever since he saw the face Lord Mathew made when he heard Acheron giving permission this morning.
The smile on his face got deeper as he reached into his pocket and fondled the little stone. What he had was so much superior compared to bone coins. Dezi suspected that whatever he cooked with an advanced elemental stone, even with little experience, would probably be better than what a real chef could accomplish with a bone coin.
Most of the people didn’t even recognize him this morning, but that didn’t stop them from turning to look at Dezi.
This time, Dezi was wearing Acheron’s clothes. Commoners weren’t allowed to wear the royal purple, but a nice navy-blue coat was just enough to get everyone’s attention without bringing him any trouble. It seemed a little loose because Dezi needed more meat on his bones, but didn’t stand out to be the wrong size.
When the teacher finished his demonstration and answered a few questions the students had, the lecture was ended.
As Dezi walked out, he could feel everyone’s attention was on him. A girl that seemed to recognize him walked toward him in a clear attempt to talk to him.
“Dezi! You are here.” Lisa quickly showed up and clung on to Dezi’s arm.
“I am sorry. Dezi has a date with me.” Lisa winked and dragged Dezi away from that other girl.
She was wearing a low-cut dress. Her soft breasts jiggled as they were pressed onto Dezi’s arm.
“Lisa.” Dezi smiled and took in the nice view from above. He was taller than the average men, and Lisa’s height was only at his chin.
“Where have you been?” Lisa looked up to Dezi and pouted in a flirty way.
“You really want to know?” Dezi gazed down to talk to her and swung his arm across the small of her back.
“Of course, I do.” Lisa stroked Dezi’s chest with her fingers.
“I guess I have to tell you, then.” Dezi made an exaggerated troubled expression and then smiled at Lisa. “I was told that what Lisa wants, Lisa gets.”
Dezi made up a story about how he now worked at in the palace and filled the conversation with more cheesy flirts than actual information.
At first, Dezi suspected that Lisa was trying to use him to get to Acheron. After all, the idiot prince had good looks. But that didn’t seem to be the case--it was like Lisa had forgotten that Acheron was there.
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sp; That fact pleased Dezi. Even the smell of Lisa’s cheap perfume had become more tolerable.
“Lisa!” someone called out from behind as Dezi flirted with Lisa.
Dezi turned and saw a rather familiar face. It was Chris.
“What are you doing here?” Chris put his arm around Lisa.
“I am talking to Dezi.” Lisa pouted at the interruption.
“It is you?” Chris recognized Dezi and scoffed. “So you steal clothes now?”
Dezi sneered and looked down at him. “Watch your mouth.” He put his left hand into his pants pocket and held onto the stone.
Chris laughed and shoved Dezi. “What are you going to do if I don’t? You motherfuck-”
Dezi caught his wrist with his right hand and cast the fire spell.
“Ouch!” The man almost jumped up from the pain.
“I will cook you like a dead meat, that’s what,” Dezi said.
“You. How did you ...” Chris stared, wide-eyed, at the burn on his wrist. The fire energy was purer than anything he had seen before. It clearly came from something much superior to bone coins.
Dezi snorted at his shocked expression. “It is none of your business.”
The hallway became quiet, but Dezi was still the center of everyone’s attention as he walked victoriously away with Lisa.
“Dezi.” Lisa leaned on him like she had no bones and her voice had never been this sweet to him. “You have a fire stone?”
Dezi leaned down to whisper in her ear, “It is not just a fire stone.”
Lisa gasped. “Show it to me.” She brushed a strand of her beautiful brown hair off her chest. “I will show you anything you want to see, too.”
“Is that so?” Dezi asked slowly, his lips curved up into a teasing smile.
It didn’t take long before they got into the dead-end alley behind the school building and Lisa’s soft body was pressed onto Dezi’s chest. Dezi palmed through the small of her back and played with her beautiful lips.
He might have liked Lisa before, but now all he could think of when he looked at her eyes was all the demeaning looks that she had given him. Dezi narrowed his eyes and pinched her full lips lightly. All the humiliations he received before only made her changed attitude even more arousing. Dezi found his desire was lit up easily like dry kindling that had been baked under the sun.
Lisa gave Dezi a seductive look and tried to kiss him. Dezi tolerated it briefly and resisted the urge to wipe away her saliva when they pulled apart; he was never a fan of kissing.
Lisa giggled when Dezi sucked on her neck instead. Dezi pulled her closer, kissed the smooth, warm skin under his lips, and felt a wave of affection as the physical arousal rushed up into his head.
“You are ...” Dezi had the urge to say beautiful.
But that word bought the image of the prince’s blushed face into Dezi’s mind. If only a woman possessed such divine beauty, Dezi thought, the privilege to see that expression surely would be reserved for the most powerful king.
“What?” Lisa rubbed Dezi’s erection with her hand.
“You are killing me here …” Dezi changed the subject and moved his crotch toward Lisa.
Lisa smiled, kneeled down, and took Dezi’s dick out of his pants.
Dezi looked down and watched Lisa’s full lips moving up and down his shaft. He felt a tantalizing feeling of revenge, but he was annoyed to notice that Lisa’s features, which he used to think cute, was actually rather plain.
The dissatisfaction turned his arousal into an anxious energy balling up inside him.
He held onto her head and tried to thrust deeper into her mouth, but Lisa pushed him back and slapped his hand. “You are choking me!”
Dezi smiled apologetically and pulled her up to reach in under her dress. “I want you.”
“We can’t do it here.” Lisa hit Dezi’s chest playfully.
Dezi reached in between her legs and kissed her neck. “But you are wet.”
Lisa pushed Dezi away. “Someone might come back here. Show me the fire stone, and you can come over to my place later.”
Dezi frowned inwardly. This bitch was playing him.
But he still let go and let Lisa had a glimpse of the advanced fire stone. She shrieked and immediately covered her mouth. Dezi snickered at her reaction.
Before she could beg Dezi to let her touch it, Dezi pulled her close and pointed down to his erection. “Forgetting something?”
Chapter 11
Dezi returned to the palace after he was done with Lisa.
Dezi looked down at the small stone in his hand. The circling light in the center had become dimmer.
This stone was too small, Dezi thought to himself--he needed another one.
The prince was out again when Dezi returned to the room. Dezi wondered for a second where could he went, but soon lost interested and started to explore the palace on his own.
Without the prince following him or Mathew’s prying eyes, Dezi found himself in the back garden. As he wandered around, he saw a large shadow on the glass flew straight past him. Dezi looked up and saw an iconic dragon bone craft that was landing in the middle of the garden. A tall and slender female figure wearing a black veil exited with a couple servants.
It was the queen.
Dezi kneeled down before he dared to take another look.
“Baba.” Dezi heard the familiar voice of Acheron coming toward him.
Dezi cursed inwardly. Why was the idiot prince here? He didn’t want to attract the queen’s attention.
But Acheron had come up to him and even crouched down to get to Dezi’s eye level.
Queen Evdokia had noticed him.
“Look up,” the queen commanded with a tired voice.
Dezi timidly obeyed and looked up at the queen. Her figure seemed almost too skinny in her dull black dress. Ever since the queen’s sister died, the queen had started to wear a veil so Dezi couldn’t see her face.
He couldn’t help but glance at the queen’s wrists--they were covered by long black gloves and were so thin that seemed easily breakable.
Everyone knew that the queen had ugly scars all over her arms, so she always wore gloves. Rumors said they were from the night that Diamant was killed by a Noxis dragon—a dreaded black monster that could stir up thunderstorms and cast lightings. It was the most dread creature on this land because death and misfortune would fell from the sky with its presence, and apparently, even the royal couldn’t escape its curse.
“What are you trying to see?”
Dezi trembled with the queen’s question. Cold sweat immediately pierced out of his back like needles, but he was too afraid to open his mouth.
The prince sensed something, rose to his feet, and stood between him and the queen.
Dezi bit his tongue and finally stammered out, “I beg for your forgiveness.”
After a few moments of dreadful silence, the queen said, “You should go to the hunting party.”
Dezi’s mind was still blank. For an invitation, the queen’s voice was very cold.
The prince turned and tried to get Dezi to stand up. Dezi didn’t dare to do so without the queen’s permission.
Queen Evdokia looked at Dezi and said, “Will you be there?”
Dezi looked up at the queen, wide-eyed. He couldn’t believe that the queen had been talking to him. But the cold gaze behind the black veil made Dezi drop his gaze back down to the ground. He gripped onto the grass beneath him and forced the words out. “Of course, if your majesty wishes me to.”
“I wish no such thing.” The queen’s voice was light, almost like a sigh meant for herself, but she also didn’t care if Dezi heard it. Before Dezi could respond, the queen added: “We will be leaving in two days, and I will expect you and him to be there.”
The prince crouched down and massaged Dezi’s neck as the queen walked away. Dezi shrugged him off and got up when there was no sight of the queen.
“What was that?” Dezi murmured and rubbed his arms, trying to ge
t rid of the goosebumps on his skin. He had felt uncomfortable when the princess would rather yak to an idiot than talking to him. But when the queen talked to him and never bothered to look at or even acknowledge Acheron, it struck Dezi as even more peculiar.
He shook his head and headed back toward the palace with the prince on his tail.
After they both got back to the bedroom, Acheron stepped closer to him and took his hand.
“What?” Dezi was going to pull away, but then he saw what was in the prince’s hand. It was an advanced ice stone as big as his palm. The semi-transparent white stone had a crystal snowflake in the middle, constantly melting and forming like a living thing. It was the most valuable things Dezi had ever seen.
“Give that to me.” Dezi grabbed the white stone, but the prince didn’t let go. Dezi pulled on Acheron’s fingers. “Good boy, give it to me.”
“Baba.” Acheron looked like he wanted something.
Dezi was so excited he didn’t even mind. “Yeah?”
Acheron’s dark eyes fixed on his lips and leaned in.
Dezi raised his eyebrows. “A dragon stone for a kiss?” He wanted to laugh. “I guess you really like me, huh?”
Acheron only swallowed and held onto Dezi’s jaw.
Dezi’s brows knitted up when the prince kissed him. His fingers impatiently pulled on the stone that seemed glued to Acheron’s hand until the tentative warmth that was brushing his lips annoyed him too much.
Dezi pulled Acheron closer and took control so he could be done with it quicker. He clearly sensed a tremble from the prince as he deepened the kiss, and he successfully dug the stone out of the prince’s hand.
Feeling the coldness of the ice stone in his hand, Dezi pulled away. But Acheron’s tongue decisively delved inside his mouth as he retrieved his.
The prince sucked on his tongue and swallowed his saliva like a hungry cub demanding milk. Dezi raised his eyebrows and tolerated for a few more seconds until the prince was sucking the air out of his lung as well.
“Gosh. Enough.” Dezi pushed Acheron away. “That is not even how you should kiss.”
Dezi slowly wiped his mouth. He wouldn’t admit that it actually made kissing more tolerable for him. He hated it most because he found other people’s saliva disgusting.