Ileus: The Dark Prince Chapter 410 - Barefoot And On My Bed

Chapter 410 - Barefoot And On My Bed

It was on the third day that they all started again. This time they all kept very low to the grounds when they entered the bogs that were swirling with stronger magic. The fae soldiers carried the demons with them through the air to avoid the bogs. As soon as Caleb had masked them with his magic, they knew that this time his magic was also stronger. They reached the pit entrance where Jas was standing as if waiting for them. With glee, he opened the wooden entrance. "I waited for you people to come every day," he said to Rolfe. Rolfe patted his shoulder as he entered the tunnel.

Rolfe had divided the teams in a way that there were demons with all of them. They started the work as Caleb sat there with his satchel that was full of food and a lot of water. The kind of energy spent in matching the king's magic was so powerful that he would become hungry every two hours. The healers had given him various potions to drink after food, which he religiously drank.

The whole team worked harder under his magic for they didn't know when his magic would break..

A week got over and they had finished half of the project. As usual the second team had done more work. When they would return, Anastasia would find them placing bets on the teams as to which one would win or finish the project fast. Anastasia didn't know that she was such a gambler. She placed her bet on her husband's team only to be matched by Iona. However, by the end of the week, it was Kaizan who took away all their belongings for he had placed his bet on General Yion's team.

The demons were a rutty lot, and their prince was barely bothered about them. In fact, some of the soldiers had even invited Kaizan to partic.i.p.ate with them in their pleasure, but Kaizan would only grunt and not go. Ileus knew that his friend's will would break soon. The Loreans were l.u.s.ty people.

Rolfe was constantly giving pleasures to his little mate who had become addicted to him. She was thoroughly convinced that no other man would be as good as her Rolfy. It was during one of these nights, when they were both lying beside each other after pleasuring that Rolfe said, "I know it sounds rough, but I would love to—" he bit his lip. "I would love to get inside you…" G.o.ds, that sounded so exhilarating.

Iona's cheeks flushed a deep pink.

She nodded in response. She drew a lazy circle around his nipple.

Rolfe pulled her over his chest and rasped, "When I am in you, take me by my horns!"

At the end of the tenth day, they had all come near the palace. A common room was created where all the tunnels converged. Though it was a bottleneck, it was necessary for Caleb to stay close to them and keep them tugging with his magic. "How far are we from the palace?" asked Caleb. Rolfe was sitting next to him, his satchel being dug by Iona who was crazily hungry.

"We will be diverging from here in three different directions. I will be going to the back end of the palace, Ileus will go to the front and General Yion is going to go from the left," Rolfe explained. Over the last few days as the tunnels shaped, he could not believe that Iona had designed it so brilliantly.

"I see," said Caleb and focused on eating more food.

That day when Rolfe came back to the fortress along with Iona, he took her to the kitchen after they took a bath together. She ended up wearing her nightgown. He made her sit on the counter and prepared her favorite dish—vegetable stew with b.u.t.ter. Jas had been supplying them with regular rations and so things had become better. He had told that the king suspected nothing because there was no activity in the main city.

"And what do I owe this treat to?" she asked as she watched his shoulder muscles that rippled beneath his tunic while he chopped the vegetables.

He turned his head over her shoulder and gave her a heart stopping look with his intense green eyes. "I want you to take me by my horns today."

Iona's mouth dropped to the floor as her cheeks heated till her ears. Rolfe noticed that and with a broad smile on his face, he went back to chopping the vegetables. She crossed her legs as her muscles clenched in her belly. Rolfe's gaze strayed to her bare legs and she became hyper aware of the fact that she wasn't wearing her panties. It was impossible to hide her emotions. She rubbed the front of her neck, tried to look away, played with a knife, but nothing worked. The demon was casting l.u.s.tful glances in her direction every now and then. And the thing that she couldn't believe—she felt s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. It was just too much sensation to take in and she crossed her leg again.

"All right, Iona," Rolfe said and turned to face her. "You have to stop crossing your legs all the time."

What else could she do? "I am not comfortable," she said, though on the inside she wanted him to come to her. "I am not even wearing my panties!" f.u.c.k, what did she blurt?

His eyes became heavy lidded, as the demon shifted in his place clearly wanting to adjust the hard shaft that was swelling merrily. "And now I am uncomfortable."

"What are you doing?" Iona said in an exasperated voice. "I am hungry. You better make food."

"What do you expect me to do?" Rolfe said with a grin and turned back to put the vegetables in the pot that was bubbling over the fire. "You are Lore's most attractive girl who is not wearing her panties and who is sitting in front of me. My shaft is—"

"Shut up! I get the picture." She balled her palms into tight fists. Her mind was now only thinking of his swollen shaft, that bronze torso and the trail of black hair that went below his navel.

As if her imagination was not enough, he said abashedly, "I am a demon and my body will react to his mate." When the last bit of the vegetables was in the pot, he placed the knife on the counter and walked to her. He didn't touch her and stood a meter away. "And to top it all, my mate is not only beautiful, she has brains and has a body that is better than the nymphs."

"Nymphs?" her brows creased. "You have been with nymphs too? What kind of women do you like?" She was jealous as h.e.l.l. "Barefoot and pregnant nymphs?"

He walked closer to her, his hands clasped behind him. When he was a mere few inches away, he said, "I like you but barefoot, always on my bed and on birth control measures, so that I can enjoy her fully."

Iona gasped. She wanted him to touch her, badly, but he didn't. The b.l.o.o.d.y demon turned away from her and went back to stir the vegetables in the pot.