The Elven King's Captive
by Devon Vesper
Fated Elves, Book 1
An omega elven king finds his alpha.
Unfortunately, he's human.
Casersis Ardal, the former Sun King, is a First Generation elf of over three million years. He meets his match in Dustin Juniper, a twenty-year-old human construction worker.
Dustin has been in charge of his whole life since he was sixteen. But when he meets Casersis, destiny strips all his control away. His body, his heart, his whole world change when he comes into contact with a magical amulet and starts changing species. And falling in love with an ageless elven king makes him question everything.
Casersis has been alone on earth for millennia. Having a burgeoning elf around brings feelings he isn't comfortable with. But he can't let Dustin go. If the humans find out Dustin isn’t human, Dustin would become a science experiment. The only option Casersis has is to keep Dustin captive. He must protect Dustin from himself as the young man fights Casersis—and fate—every step of the way.
If they want to be together, Casersis and Dustin must find a way to compromise. Once in a lifetime takes on new meaning when you live forever.
This 73,000-word non-shifter omegaverse novel is set in a world where mpreg (male pregnancy) is a fact of life, however this series does not end with a baby or pregnancy.
When he tore his mouth away, I whined low in my throat. How had I been reduced to a quivering mass of desire by a young man barely a fraction of my age? How had I, a former king, been incapacitated and made to willingly submit to such a man?
My body refused to care, my hole spasming as Dustin straightened and scooted closer on his knees. Soon after, all thought fled as Dustin pumped two fingers into me as he licked the skin just behind my knee. It was a strange delight to my senses, but not as much as when Dustin crooked his finger and massaged my prostate. My whole body jerked, my erection throbbed, painfully hard and begging to be touched.
And I found myself begging, too. “Beauty… please…”
“What do you need?” came his husky reply.
I looked down to find his eyes boring into mine, commanding me to answer. “Please… Gods, please touch me.”
He gave me a wicked grin and rubbed my prostate harder. “But I am touching you.”
I was not proud enough not to beg. I whined low in my throat, let out dirty words that normally would not leave my lips, even for the most experienced lover. “Please touch my cock!”
“That’s my dirty boy,” Dustin praised. He shifted, and the next moment, I felt his hot breath along my length, then his tongue as it laved my swollen head. I gasped, rolling my hips, my body wordlessly pleading him to take me into his mouth.
I tensed, waiting, praying. When his hot, wet mouth finally closed over my cock head and sucked, I nearly wept with the intense sensation, with joy for being so connected to him. I had no hope of composure when he finally breached me with his cock. No hope whatsoever.
He added another finger to my hole, grinning at the squelching sounds as my juices continued gushing around his talented fingers. My hips jerked and it took all I had not to come into his beloved mouth.
Dustin must have sensed it. He squeezed my base, making me hiss with the pleasure and pain. It dampened my urge to come, had me panting. I looked down, watching his mouth swallow me whole until his nose buried into my pubic hair. Just then, as if he sensed my eyes upon him, he looked up and locked eyes with me. I was mesmerized, like staring into a cobra’s eyes right before it struck. I was helpless. Helpless to watch as he bobbed, barely restraining the need to continue begging for what I desperately wanted.
Then he pulled off my dick and got into position between my legs, once again a hunting cat stalking its prey. Who was this man who could be so very sensitive and then command me like a proper king. My king.
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