Part Six: The Duke
The morning after his trial with Harl, Alex awoke to a soft knock at his chamber door. A package waited outside, wrapped in shimmering cloth. Inside was an elegant silk suit—deep indigo with delicate silver embroidery, tailored to fit his lean, toned frame perfectly. A note from the courtiers read, For your audience with the Duke. Wear it with honor. Alex dressed, the silk smooth and cool against his skin, accentuating his athletic build. The elven guards escorted him through the castle’s winding corridors to the Duke’s great hall, a breathtaking space where vines pulsed with bioluminescent light, the ceiling shimmered like a starlit sky, and a silver throne seemed to grow from the floor itself.
Seated on the throne was the Duke, a vision of ethereal beauty that stole Alex’s breath. Over seven feet tall, his lean, sculpted frame exuded grace and power. His golden hair flowed past his waist, each strand catching the light like spun sunlight. His porcelain skin glowed faintly, his features a harmonious blend of sharp cheekbones and soft, inviting lips. Violet eyes glimmered with a mix of curiosity and desire, and his translucent robes clung to his muscular form, hinting at the perfection beneath. Alex felt a stir in his silk trousers, his body responding to the Duke’s magnetic presence.
“What do you seek, human?” the Duke asked, his voice a melodic caress that sent warmth through Alex’s core.
Alex bowed, heart racing. “I wish to return to my realm, Your Majesty.”
The Duke rose, his movements fluid, and stepped closer, his violet eyes tracing Alex’s form. “You’ve traversed my forest, faced its trials—dwarves, Beastman, Siren, Gambel, my courtiers. Your resilience is remarkable.” His lips curved into a gentle smile, both regal and inviting.
Alex met his gaze, a spark of admiration in his chest. “It pales compared to your beauty, Duke. You’re… extraordinary.”
The Duke’s smile deepened, his eyes softening with intrigue. He paused, then gestured gracefully. “Let us discuss your departure in private.” He turned, robes flowing like a cascade of moonlight, and Alex followed, the air between them humming with unspoken promise.
The Duke’s private quarters were a haven of opulence: sapphire and silver silk drapes framed a massive bed piled with furs and velvet, and a subtle, musky scent filled the air, stirring Alex’s senses. The Duke closed the door with a wave of his hand, magic sealing it softly. He stepped close, his robes slipping to reveal a glimpse of his chiseled chest. “I’ve observed you,” he said, voice low and intimate. “Every challenge, every creature. You’ve endured what few could, growing stronger with each trial. Why return to a world of limits when you could remain here, in a realm of boundless wonder?” His fingers brushed Alex’s jaw, sending a shiver through him.
“I thought I wanted home,” Alex admitted, his voice steady despite the heat building within. “But this place… it’s awakened something in me. I feel alive here.”
The Duke’s eyes gleamed with approval. “Then choose. Leave the Faelands, guided safely to your realm, never to return. Or stay as my consort, bear my heirs, and share my life.” His hand rested on Alex’s chest, the touch warm and electric. “My magic allows humans to carry elven seed. Syra preserved you for me. Stay, and we’ll create something extraordinary together.”
Alex’s mind swirled. His old life—school, track, quiet evenings—felt distant, a shadow compared to the vibrant pulse of the Faelands and the Duke’s captivating presence. The promise of a life with this radiant being, of intimacy and power, was irresistible. “I’ll stay,” Alex said, voice firm. “I want to be yours.”
The Duke’s violet eyes flared, and he drew Alex into a deep, passionate kiss, lips soft yet possessive, their tongues intertwining. With a gentle wave of his hand, their clothes dissolved—magic unraveling the silk and robes, leaving them bare. Alex’s seven-inch cock stood rigid, leaking slightly, while the Duke’s cock, long and thick, shimmered with golden precum, set against a body of flawless muscle and smooth skin. They moved to the bed, furs cushioning their fall, and began a slow, sensual dance of desire.
Alex took the lead first, easing the Duke onto his back, his golden hair fanning across the furs like a halo. He kissed a trail down the Duke’s chest, lingering on his nipples, drawing soft moans. “You’re perfect,” Alex murmured, reaching the Duke’s cock. Its taste was sweet, like honeyed wine, and Alex sucked gently, his tongue swirling as the Duke sighed, “Yes, like that.” Alex prepped him with fingers slicked by magic lube that materialized in the air, then positioned himself, sliding into the Duke’s tight, warm heat. The sensation was exquisite, and Alex thrust slowly, savoring the Duke’s gasps. “You feel… amazing,” Alex said, leaning down to kiss him, their rhythm steady and intimate.
The Duke’s hands roamed Alex’s back, urging him deeper. “More,” he whispered, violet eyes half-lidded. Alex obliged, thrusting harder, the bed creaking softly, the Duke’s cock leaking golden precum across his abs. After a time, the Duke took control, flipping Alex onto his back with graceful strength. “My turn,” he purred, spreading Alex’s legs. He slicked his cock with more magic lube, the air shimmering, and pressed against Alex’s entrance. “Relax for me,” he said, pushing in slowly. The stretch was intense, the Duke’s cock larger than any Alex had taken, but the magic eased the way, turning discomfort into pleasure. Alex moaned, clutching the furs as the Duke filled him completely.
Their lovemaking was a symphony of slow, deliberate thrusts, the Duke’s cock hitting every sensitive spot, his hands caressing Alex’s chest and thighs. “You’re mine,” the Duke murmured, kissing Alex deeply, their bodies moving in sync. Alex’s cock throbbed, untouched but leaking, and the Duke stroked it gently, matching his thrusts. They switched positions fluidly—Alex riding the Duke, his thighs flexing as he moved, then the Duke taking him from behind, one hand on Alex’s hip, the other teasing his nipples. The room glowed with magic, the furs damp with sweat, the air thick with their shared breaths.
As their passion peaked, the Duke pinned Alex on his back, legs over his shoulders, violet eyes blazing with need. “I’m going to seed you,” he said, voice thick. His thrusts grew urgent, and with a low, “Oh, damn,” he came, releasing a warm, thick flood of golden cum into Alex’s ass. The sensation was electric, tingling deep within, as if binding them together. Alex climaxed too, his cum spilling across their chests, the pleasure overwhelming. They collapsed, tangled in each other, panting, the Duke’s golden hair sticking to Alex’s skin.
“You’re mine,” the Duke whispered, kissing Alex’s shoulder. “Our child grows within you now.”
For months, Alex lived in the palace, his belly gradually rounding as the half-elven child developed. The Duke made love to him nightly, their sessions tender yet passionate, always culminating in a deep release of golden seed to nurture their child. “It strengthens our heir,” the Duke would say, smiling as he filled Alex, their bodies entwined in the furs. Alex’s body adapted, Fae magic enhancing his strength and vitality, his connection to the Duke deepening with each intimate moment.
When the time for birth arrived, nine months later, Alex lay on their bed, silk sheets beneath him, legs elevated in stirrups crafted by Fae artisans. The Duke stood beside him, one hand clasping Alex’s, his violet eyes steady. “You’re ready,” he said softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from Alex’s forehead. The first contraction hit, a sharp pressure in Alex’s core, and he groaned, gripping the Duke’s hand. “It’s intense,” he panted, pushing as the pain surged. The Duke’s magic soothed the edges, but the stretch was real, his hole widening as the child moved.
“Keep going,” the Duke encouraged, his voice calm. Alex pushed again, his ass burning as the child’s head began to crown, the sensation a raw mix of pain and strange pleasure. “It’s… a lot,” Alex gasped, sweat soaking the sheets. He bore down, moaning as the shoulders emerged, each push stretching him further. The Duke leaned closer, watching intently. “You’re almost there, my love.” With a final, shuddering effort, Alex pushed, his hole gaping as the child slid free, a rush of fluid following with a soft pop. The Duke caught the baby—a radiant boy with violet eyes and a tuft of golden hair, his cries strong and clear.
Alex slumped back, exhausted but elated, as the Duke wrapped the child in silk and placed him in Alex’s arms. “Our son,” he said, his voice warm with pride, settling beside Alex on the bed. Alex cradled the baby, his heart swelling, the pain fading into joy. “Lirien,” he said, the name feeling perfect. The Duke smiled, kissing Alex gently. “A fitting name for our prince.”
The Faelands hummed with contentment, the forest’s magic wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Alex, the Duke, and Lirien were a family, bound by love, magic, and shared passion, ready to face their future together.
… The End.
