The Skyspire of Aeltharion glowed under the twin moons of Elyndor, its crystal spires casting eerie reflections as the Starheart's pulse thrummed from the core temple. Zevryn Thaloryn stood in the war room, his white hair tied back, his violet eyes sharp with political calculation. His obsidian armor bore the scars of battle, his silver tattoos pulsing with starfire, a testament to his power as the Prince of Blood. Beneath his robes, his massive cock—a tool to satisfy anyone—rested heavily, a weapon he'd wielded to secure King Eldrin's alliance, though the night's toll lingered in his mind. The encounter had been a duty, not a desire, but Eldrin's weakened state after foaming with pleasure hinted at a fragile balance.King Eldrin Varos entered, his golden hair still youthful despite his sixty years, his green eyes clouded with a mix of reverence and exhaustion. His lean frame trembled slightly, his silver armor loose as if he'd lost weight since arriving. The all-night fucking had left him drained, his body pushed to its limits by Zevryn's massive cock, but his obsession had only grown. "Zevryn, my boy," Eldrin rasped, his voice weaker than before, a fatherly tone masking his hunger. "Varenthia's resources are yours, but… I need more of you. Our bond must deepen for the military to stand firm."Zevryn's political mind assessed the request, recognizing Eldrin's leverage. Varenthia's armies were crucial against potential threats, and Eldrin's subtle plea—never direct, cloaked in diplomacy—tested Zevryn's resolve. "You want the military," Zevryn said, his voice cold, "then we'll negotiate. But this is for Aeltharion, not pleasure." His starfire flared, his tattoos glowing as he steeled himself, the memory of Eldrin's foaming ecstasy and worship of his cock a burden he'd bear for power.They moved to a secluded chamber, its walls lined with starlit tapestries, a bed of silks awaiting. Zevryn shed his robes, revealing his muscular frame, his massive cock standing erect—thicker and longer than any man's, a tool of dominance. Eldrin's breath hitched, his youthful face flushing, his hands trembling as he knelt. "Such power," Eldrin whispered, his voice awed, leaning forward to lick the tip, slurping the pre-cum with a reverent moan, his tongue tracing every vein, biting gently as he drank Zevryn's essence. His devotion was frantic, his age and fatherly role forgotten as he sucked Zevryn deep, his throat stretching, slurping and licking with a hungry desperation.Zevryn thrust into Eldrin's mouth, his cock filling the king's throat, cum spilling as Eldrin drank it greedily, moaning as his body trembled, foam forming at the corners of his mouth—a sign of the extreme pleasure overwhelming his aging frame. Zevryn's stomach churned, his starfire dimming to mask his distaste, but he pressed on, his political mind focused on the prize. "More?" he growled, pulling Eldrin up, bending him over the bed, spitting on his hand to slick his cock, and thrusting into the king's tight ass with a brutal force, his massive length stretching Eldrin beyond limits.Eldrin screamed, his body convulsing, his cock leaking cum without touch as the pleasure surged, foam spilling from his lips, his green eyes rolling back. Zevryn fucked him harder, his starfire flaring, his tattoos glowing as he pounded relentlessly, his duty-driven rhythm pushing Eldrin to the brink. He bit the king's shoulder, licking the blood, slurping the sweat, drinking the juices as Eldrin moaned and foamed, his youthful appearance belying the strain on his sixty-year-old heart. The king worshipped Zevryn's cock between thrusts, licking it clean, slurping the cum and blood, his devotion a mix of reverence and desperation, his body weakening with each wave of ecstasy.Hours passed, Zevryn fucking Eldrin all night, his massive cock a relentless force, his political sacrifice securing Varenthia's military pledge. Eldrin's moans turned to gasps, his foaming intensifying, his body trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure took its toll. By dawn, he collapsed, panting, his golden hair matted with sweat, his green eyes dazed. "The military… is yours," he rasped, his voice faint, his hand clutching his chest as he struggled to breathe, the night's excess leaving him frail.Zevryn wiped his mouth, the taste of Eldrin's juices lingering, his political intelligence victorious but uneasy. He left the chamber, his mind on Aeltharion, unaware of the king's deteriorating state, which would culminate in his death in the next encounter.Meanwhile, Lysara Veyne stood in the core temple, her shadowweave armor shimmering, her amber eyes narrowing as she sensed Zevryn's distance. She and Selene Mirath worked to stabilize the Starheart, its power flickering wildly. "He's been secretive," Lysara muttered, her pussy aching for Zevryn, her jealousy growing as she noticed his absences. Selene, her golden hair loose, her starry eyes focused, nodded. "The stars warn of betrayal," she said. "We need him here."Lysara's shadow magic flared, her mind racing. She didn't know of Eldrin's encounters, but her intuition screamed of a rift, setting the stage for a confrontation.In the Skyspire, Mira Tselvar crept through the upper levels, her ash-blonde hair hidden under a hood, her green eyes fixed on her stolen holo-map. The nineteen-year-old thief had bypassed the dragon riders, her blade ready, the Starheart her target. She overheard servants whispering of Eldrin's weakened state after a night with the prince, seeing an opportunity to strike amidst the chaos. She moved closer to the royal chambers, her plan forming.The next day, Zevryn met with his advisors, Varenthia's military pledge secured, but his exhaustion was palpable. Eldrin joined, his youthful face pale, his steps unsteady, his obsession undimmed despite his frailty. "One more night, Zevryn," he murmured, his voice a plea, his green eyes burning with need. "To seal our bond fully." Zevryn's political mind calculated the risk—another encounter could cement Varenthia's loyalty—but Eldrin's condition alarmed him. "Rest first," Zevryn said, his tone firm, delaying the inevitable, though his duty loomed.Lysara confronted him later, her shadow magic coiling. "You're hiding something," she hissed, her voice a mix of anger and desire. "Where were you?" Zevryn kissed her, biting her lip, licking the blood, slurping her sweat to appease her, his massive cock hardening. "For Aeltharion," he growled, thrusting against her, their passion a distraction, but her suspicion lingered.Mira watched from the shadows, her plan set—exploit Eldrin's weakness and Zevryn's distraction to seize the Starheart, her infiltration nearing its climax.
