17. Attack Upon the Prince by Elza

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The evening had started off normal enough, Vor was tired of sitting in his castle and he decided to seek fsome company, in the form of a lovely lady. He had a feeling that the gypsy, known as Alima, was probably somewhere in Puck’s Place with her usual friends. When he arrived there, sure enough, she was there with a group of giggling girls. He made his way over to her and started to talk for a while before being approached by a messenger. He disappeared into the back with the man, later calling himself Paul, and they spoke of a possible non-agression pact between a small country and Proudglaive. As he broke open the seal, he felt his limbs going numb. “Dammit!” was the last thing he said before he was ported off. He was taken to an underground bunker, where he was stripped and treated very harshly by his captors. Soon after, he was rescued by Alima, Elza, Alexander, and Gilthom.

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“If I must, darlin.” Elza’s wings began to shrink, finally disappearing, her tail uncoiled from around his thigh and vanished as well. A sexy little smile appeared when his lips brushed her shoulder.

The Prince was a few inches taller than her, a pleasant change, his breath a warm caress on her ear. “Wear the blue one.” It would be her first time to court with him and he didn’t want her looking like the demon she was, he had given her the dress for a reason and this was it. Appearances were important to him. Vorador caught her reflection in the mirror, the white gleam of her fangs held his attention. Spinning her around to face him, his golden eyes dipped to her parted lips before he kissed her, his tongue played over first one long canine then the other. Lifting his head, his eyes bore into hers. “And those.”

It wasn’t a request so much as a demand, Elza rolled her shoulders already missing her tail that would have started to quiver in annoyance but the succubus complied. She filled him in on what the spies had discovered while Vorador dressed her once more in the black stockings he so enjoyed. His large hands deftly secured the garter clasps he’d only an hour before undid.

Elza had always excelled at her job and knew her position, which is why he’d kept her on through all the changes of these past years. She had the names, titles held and place of business of each of the three that carried out the savage attack on Vorador. She’d done as he requested, changing what his four boys, Alima and even Vor himself, knew about the attack. Only she and Syriana, to her knowledge, along with those responsible, retained all the humiliating details.

Vorador listened, his look hardening, while she dressed as requested in the blue dress. After securing her hair into an elegant style with the combs that matched the official pendant he’d given her, she turned to face him. “We will speak more of this after meeting with the Baron of T’lakinney Falls.” His gleaming eyes appraised her, her beauty and poise pleased him, she would do just fine. He held out his arm, stole one final kiss then led her out of his royal chamber.