Author's note: Sorry I haven't continued the story. I had kind of lost interest and the whole Corona virus thing did not help but I'm back. I'm also working on another series that I plan to release the first chapter soon. It's quite long and is more of a story with lots of back story and less constant sex and stuff. Anyway sorry again for the delay. Enjoy chapter 3. Cheers!
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Blaine looked down to his chest. Right through his armor was a large sword, dripping with blood. His own blood. The poor young dungeon guard looked to Tyla, as much as she wanted to look away and cover her eyes she couldn't. Not because of the chains but because she knew this was all her fault.
It took Blaine a solid week to agree to Tyla's crazy idea to fulfil her BDSM fantasies. Tyla was always ecstatic for each of her dungeon sessions with this handsome young guard. But Blaine, on the other hand was always stressed and for the first few sessions he couldn't maintain an erection due to his constant fear of getting caught.
Tyla had reminded him every single time, they're in the deepest dungeon cell, they could yell to their hearts' content and no one would ever hear them. There was only ever one guard on shift, and that one guard was him. He had nothing to worry about.
Tyla remembered Blaine expertly locking the restraints on her for the first time. After looking at his young, sexy and just beautiful new willing prisoner he had jokingly said; "I better not get a sword through my heart for this". That joke was a lot less funny right now.
Blaine's gaze went to try to look over him to who was holding the blade piercing his chest. But before he could even turn 15 degrees to his right the blade was removed. The badly wounded guard fell to the right of the dungeon cell, on his hands and knees.
The attacker was revealed as Blaine no longer blocked them from view, Tyla immediately recognized who it was that had just brutally stabbed Blaine. The shock had already begun to fade from the surprise of the event, now the realization of regret and how much trouble she was in kicked her in the stomach, the princess could barely breathe.
The attacker was no other than the King himself. King Dalk Torkut. The fearless leader of the Holy Empire. Two Guardians behind him as protection. It was a bit ridiculous that such a man required protection. Even though he was a king Dalk Torkut was no one to be messed with.
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Origin story of Tyla's father, the King., about 25 years ago...
During his years as a young prince his father Kind Forge Torkut had died from an illness that "ran in his family". All males before King Forge of the Torkut family had died from this mysterious sickness. Dalk was a warrior bringing his father victory after victory and building the Holy Empire by himself. No one could challenge his skills in combat. Shortly after his father's demise he decided that he would not allow a disease to decide his fate and ruin all that he had worked and fought for. He personally led an entire company of his best men and hired all the best witch hunters to what they called "The Black Forest". This was the home of all the most evil witches who had escaped the grasp of the Empire and continued to practice black magic. Following a 9 day long campaign Dalk and his forces had laid waste to the forest and the witches. Upon arriving before the witch Queen herself she surrendered, just as the young now King, had predicted.
The surviving witches and the Queen were brought in chains to the Holy Empire's main castle. In a secret section of the catacombs he forced the witches to find a way to rid Dalk and anyone following his bloodline to never suffer from the mysterious illness. After almost 4 months the witches had found a way. A potion that would give him abilities of increased strength, intelligence, dexterity and most all physical prowess. With no fear he drank the potion.
