Ileus: The Dark Prince

The prisoner was from a high security prison of the Silver Vales. Over there only those prisoners who were imprisoned who had done very high crimes and who were either facing life-long imprisonment or death penalty. Lila, the daughter of the Minister of Relations in Draoidh was responsible for the security of the prison. The werewolves had tremendous power and it was a known fact that could easily breach the prisons. However, after Adrianna had become the witch queen of Draoidh, she had appointed wizards and witches to keep it secure using magic and spells. Lila was appointed a year back. Cruel, ruthless, and power hungry, she was feared by all the prisoners. And she wanted Ileus as her husband—desperately. 

Tonight she wore silk trousers of light pink color. Her slender legs were dangling from the armrest of the chair. She was wearing a gold choker and several gold chains that were spread around her breasts that were exposed to the prisoner in front of her and the guards who were present behind him. Her eyes were lined with thick black kohl that extended till her temples. Her serpent-like green eyes were focused on his muscular shoulders and broad chest as she twined a lock of her black hair in her hands.

"Come here, pet," she gestured to the man who was sitting in iron shackles that had magic on them. He couldn't break them. The guards pushed him forward and he shuffled on his knees till the place she was sitting. She bent down and curled her finger beneath his chin. The man was so scared that he dared not resist. He knew what was about to come. This wasn't his first time. His breathing became ragged. 

"You were in a brawl yet again with another prisoner and you managed to kill him. Why is that pet?" she asked as she trailed her dainty finger from his forehead to his chin while looking at his lips. "It seems you have either become too good in your abilities or you love shedding blood, just like me." 

The man remained quiet, his gaze steady at her breasts, his erection tenting his pants that were made from thick wool, now threadbare. He didn't reply back because he knew that if he replied, she would use her magic to generate pain in his body—pain that was more excruciating than the wounds that he inflicted on others or the ones he suffered from. But he had grown to like the woman in front of him.

Lila gestured to the guards. "Remove his chains." She touched the chain and withdrew the magic from them in one sweeping motion. 

As soon as his chains were removed, the prisoner rubbed his wrists. He was tired and wounded as hell after the brawl he didn't know why he even got into. But one thing he had become aware of—he got into those brawls because she wanted him to. She used her magic to maneuver him into those bloody fights. 

Lila looked at how wounded he was. She loved dominance and she wanted to dominate the most powerful werewolf and wizard of the realm—Ileus Volkov. The last she had heard was that he was seen in Yelgra forests along with the fae from Vilinski. It meant that he was coming home. And she was waiting. She had come to the Silver Vales to meet his grandparents who really liked her. In fact they treated her like their own for she respected them a lot and she visited them a lot. This was one of her duties that she was supposed to perform and she did a damn good job of it. No one complained and she got what she wanted—always. 

"Strip and bring him to my bed," she ordered the guards. 

The guards lifted him roughly to his feet. He winced at the pain caused by the slash in his wound on the left side. He was sure that he had a spasm on his left side and that he had cracked a rib. If he performed well in the bed, the witch was going to reward him by treating him with her magic. He staggered to the only bed in the room. The guards pushed him down and he bit his lip in agony as pain cruised through his lungs. Lila came over and flicked her fingers. His threadbare pants got ripped. 

She crawled on the bed and then positioned herself on his cock. "I love the way you fight. Keep doing it and I will keep rewarding you!" Saying that she took him inside hard. She muttered, "Ileus, you are going to be mine!" She rocked him hard and cried Ileus' name again and again until she came around him. She had grown to like the cocks of the werewolves—huge and insatiable beings. She wondered what it must be with Ileus. Once she was done, she slipped onto the silk sheets of the bed and called the guards. "Take him out of here," she said in a raspy voice, as her body lay naked on the sheets. Before they took him back, she covered them with healing yellow orbs. The werewolf had to be ready for the next fight she enjoyed so much. 

The guards took him away after chaining him again. Lila saw them leaving and closing the door behind. "Ileus," she chanted his name. "We are going to kill Anastasia together or we are going to throw her back in Vilinski." She bent towards the bedside table and licked milky latex from her plate. Her back arched and the reaction blasted into her skull in the form of black stars. She giggled and then started laughing. "We have to increase hatred amongst people." Her body twisted. "We have to!" 

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After Adrianna had dismissed them, Anastasia and Ileus went back to their room with royal guards around them. Anastasia was under house arrest for at least two days until Adrianna didn't come up with her next order. However, the same didn't apply for Ileus. 

Haldir, Kaizan and Darla also came into their bedroom. Aidan and the guards were sent off. Anastasia couldn't sit in her place. She paced her room and then walked to the balcony to just look at the sprawling city beneath the palace. Why did Adrianna put her in house arrest? Was she trying to protect her? What was her plan? She hated being captive and she was a captive in her husband's home… again. Fury rose in her chest. "I didn't want any of this!" she shouted at Ileus who came to stand behind her. "You were the one who coaxed me into coming to Draoidh and look what has happened? I am once again a prisoner!" 

"Ana," he said softly and placed his hand on her waist. "Please sweetheart—" 

She swatted his hand away. "Don't sweetheart me! Go away!" Her eyes had become violet and felt like burning this whole place. Did they think that she was weak? 

Understanding her emotions, Ileus backed. Before leaving, he said, "Calm down Anastasia. No good decisions are made when you are angry." 

When he came inside, he gazed at Haldir and said, "We saw a bridge on the ravine that we crossed to come here. It was brand new, but it was heavily enchanted. I recognize the necromancer magic and that is what I sensed there. Who in this kingdom practices dark magic involving the dead?" 

"Black magic?" Haldir sounded shocked as his brows furrowed. "That is banned!" 

"That's what I thought, Haldir." 

Who was it?