Ileus: The Dark Prince Chapter 433 - Fight

Chapter 433 - Fight

Ileus and Rolfe looked like two dangerous giants, l.u.s.ting for each other's blood. Anastasia was sure that if she didn't intervene now, it would be too late and everything that they had done so far would be down the drain. She couldn't help chiding the two men in her mind and she decided to scold her husband in private. Sometimes those men and their egos were too much to handle! "Can you both just shut the f.u.c.k up?" her voice boomed in the hall. But the two were still looking at each other as if about to get into a fight.

"Ask your man to shut the f.u.c.k up!" Rolfe retorted. "He has thrown reasoning out of the window. How dare he ask me to leave my mate?"

Ileus' teeth clenched so hard that they ached. "You don't get to talk to Anastasia like that? I will break your teeth if you do that once more!"

"Oh really?" Rolfe set Iona on her feet and shoved her behind him. He leaned across the table by holding its edges. His upper arm muscles bulged and his neck corded with tension. "You are going to tell me how to talk to people when you don't know how to?" he snarled.. "It's about time that you know your place, Dark Prince!"

A savage, wild snarl vibrated from Ileus' chest and Anastasia flinched. She hadn't heard his snarling like this before. She grasped his forearm as he picked up the table between them and threw it across to the far end of the wall as if it was nothing more than a toy.

Rolfe looked at his tantrum and laughed a humorless laugh. "Was that supposed to induce fear?" His horns had started straightening.

Soldiers in the room had started scurrying out of the hall, pulling others with them.

"Did you have a hard time last night? Eh?" He practically jabbed at his mating prowess.

"Careful," Ileus replied in a low, uncanny voice. His arms bulged and his chest muscles rippled beneath that shirt.

Rolfe crossed his arms across his chest. "You be careful, Ileus!"

Ileus became unnaturally quiet, as he stared with his golden eyes in his deep pine ones.

Rolfe scorned. "I wonder if you feel strongly about your mate, but I—"

Ileus lunged at him.

Soon the two were muscles and horns and fangs and fists. In a flash of a moment, Rolfe found himself hurled across the room. He pushed himself up and charged at Ileus and barreled into him, crashing on the other side in the wall, sending splinters flying in various directions. But Ileus gave him back as he pounded his fists on his face as he straddled him on the chest. Rolfe kicked Ileus off him. The two didn't delve into their magic and did everything to keep it at bay.

Iona was terrified and she shrieked. Anastasia knew that the whole place was going to turn into rubble soon. She warned Iona, "We can leave these men here. Let them sort out their fights!" Anastasia led Iona to the entrance of the hall on the inside so that they could rush away in case the hall actually turned into rubble. When she turned to look at them, she saw the two strong men of the Lore fighting over the stones, wooden chairs and tables, chest heaving and punching each other, drawing blood, spitting it and cursing each other. There was a beauty in the way these men fought.

"It seems that they both are trying to release some pressure off," said Iona who was trembling when the fight erupted and was now just standing and leaning against the frame of the door. "I think Rolfe is on the edge because he is unable to come around the fact that he would be crowned as the king of Galahar."

"And then Ileus said that he would take you away," Anastasia remarked and Iona laughed.

"Our men are going to be fun, Anastasia," said Iona. She circled her arms across her and rested her head on her right shoulder. "We do have a lovely family, don't we?"

The two watched Ileus punching Rolfe's face. Blood sprayed out of his mouth. Rolfe gave it back to him. Ileus laughed and kicked him in the gut. Rolfe fell on the ground and kicked him in his sheen. "f.u.c.k you, d.i.c.khead!" Ileus shouted and the two were again all around the hall, fighting like the beasts they were.

"Let's get out of here, Iona," Anastasia said.

"Hmm…" replied Iona. The two women held hands and walked in Kaizan's room where they discussed her baby as they listened to the noise. Kaizan was still recovering from his injuries. They saw the healer removing the scabs of blood and applying green salve to it. Scent of rosemary and dill and yarrow wafted in the air.

Ileus and Rolfe spent nearly half an hour battering each other until the two were so exhausted that they couldn't fight, until it became easier to get hit than to hit. When they lumbered back to where their mates were by sniffing them, b.l.o.o.d.y and disheveled and bruised, the two girls looked at them with raw desire.

Rolfe picked up his mate and carried her to his room as Ileus stared at him. "Ew!" he said, but Rolfe was least bothered. Ileus turned his attention to his mate, scooped her up in his arms and took her to their room.

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When Rolfe reached their room, he made Iona sit on the bed. Without removing his clothes, he knelt in front of her and tugged her slacks down. He pinned her legs apart and delved his mouth in her core and she held his horns that were straight and high. "Such a debaucher," she said as he licked and sucked and flicked his tongue inside.

"You are mine," he growled against her skin. He sucked her so hard that she came all around his tongue and he lapped up her wetness hungrily. He got up and flipped her over the bed. Her a.s.s was so plump and pert. He spanked it and it became pink. "Ah!" his shaft pulsed with pain. She cried and moved her hips back for him. He spanked her again and again and again, until her a.s.s was red and until her juices flowed down her thighs. He lowered his slacks, gripped her a.s.s and then shoved his member inside her in one swift motion. She cried loudly as he pounded inside her mindlessly. "You. Are. Mine." He growled and then came inside her so violently that his body jerked. He filled her with his hot c.u.m, arc upon arc. Once he had spilled his seeds inside her, he slumped over her. "Mine." He continued to shove his p.e.n.i.s inside her without even thinking about it. "I won't let you go." After taking her again, he pulled her up on his chest and they lay in the bed for a long time in silence.

All of a sudden, Rolfe made her sit on the bed. "What are you doing?" she asked with her brows drawn. He swept his feet to the ground and then knelt in front of her. There was a gold band in his hand. He looked up at her and—