I'm just a little elven prince, don't jump me!

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Amgel's head tilts to the side and he blinks in confusion. "Why?"

"Amgel, we've gone through this a million times!" Davil sighs desperately, "You're seventeen years old now. You came of age last year! It's just not right for you to still be a virgin.... It's against Elven tradition."

With one fox-like ear perked up, Amgel takes in his brother's words and looks up at him, his golden eyes wide. "But.... I don't want to get married...."

Davil gets down on his knees so he can look his younger brother in the eyes, Amgel was seated on the ground. "You don't have to get married! If you'd just keep a slave I give you, instead of freeing them all the time, you could-"

Amgel looks away from his brother and fiddles with the end of his tail. "I'm not going to force a slave and I don't want to."

"What if a slave forces you?"

"W-what do you mean?"

Davil stands and starts toward the door leading from his brother's room. "Father sent for a dragon slave...."

"What? But.... but.... they're violent! I thought slave traders stopped capturing them! You can't bring me a dragon slave! Seriously! Davil? Davil!" Amgel jumps to his feet as his brother leaves him alone in his room. 'Was he serious? Father wouldn't actually force this on me.... would he?' He nervously runs his hand through his unruly honey-brown hair and starts toward the door. 'Maybe I can talk him into bringing the slave back....' But, just as his hand reaches the door nob, it turns.

Jumping back, Amgel watches with wide eyes as five guards burst into his room, dragging something in between them towards the bed. When the elves spread apart slightly to bind the slave, Amgel got a quick glimpse of the dragon.

He could've actually passed for a dark elf, if it weren't for the wings. The dragon had long, maroon hair pulled back into a ponytail and night- black skin. Coal-red eyes were slitted in a frightening glare at the guards and exceptional sized muscles that no elf could ever obtain were easily distinguished from beneath the rags he was wearing....

Amgel looks down at his petite, pale frame and whimpers.

'.... If they leave me with that dragon, I'm gonna get torn apart....'

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Nite: are ya gonna write a lemon in the next chapter?

Nieni: Probably not the next chapter, but there WILL be a lemon. BE FORWARNED! THERE WILL BE A LEMON! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Nite: You've never writen a lemon before.

Nieni: *sniffs* I've never gotten that far in a story before....

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