One Night with the Hybrid King

akes me feel nauseous. I walk through the streets of my country, unsure of how to spend my final da

th the commoners. After all, the news of my wedding is being broadcast everywhere, despite my being a reclusive kin

something that has never happened before. Her scent is overwhelming, devastating, and yet exot

act or even notice my presence. I know I used a spell, b

und her. Did someone stand her up? Who would dare do that to her? Her light brown hair is tied up in a messy bun, her oli

trigued, and that is when

lcohol, the young woman maintains her grace and hu

m looking for a farewell to my single life. I suppose fate brought us together tonig

same sense of humor as this hu

o come to my place?" the young woman asks with a misch

her home. A modest place, as expected from a human commoner. I

ts and wide hips that I grasp firmly as I lift her. I kiss her neck, right where the birthmark is, and feel her entire body shiver. Despite the high level of alcohol in her blood, the young wom

soft, and I bite them with lust, feeling myself grow harder with each passing second. I feast on her, making he

young woman asks, drowsy and drunk after we

s, princess," I whisper in her ea

the characteristics and story of this mysterious young woman. I do not know h

the birthmark that intrigued me so much. She sleeps deeply, even letting out a sof

n the nightstand beside the bed. I take one last look at her sle

ou been, Caelum?" my mother, Isolde, asks with i

forehead. Her concern for this wedding to go smoot

nged for this wedding by running away, Mother,

walks beside me with her small frame and worried face. For a woman in her fifties,

ears old; we need to secure your power and produce heirs as soon as possible," Isol

t it for the past few months," I retort, already feeling impatient. "I am here, am I n

other corrects

life. Anyway, see if she needs anything, okay?

imes as I remove my peasant clothing. I have never even met Seraphina, a twenty-three-year-old enchatrix princess from the

wearing a light blue dress filled with layers that hug her slender body. Her fiery hair flows freely, adorned with a lovely thin silver crown with chains of white pearls. Her

blame her; marrying someone you have never seen was not in my plans

newlyweds!" the officiant declare

na's cheeks flush, and I find that slightly charming.

et," Seraphina whispers nervously

ve two right feet!"

an I slept with the previous night. As an instinctive reaction, my eyes search the c

is not the same woman I slept with hours ago. I shake my head,

eraphina," I comment modestly, and Seraphina gives me a fervent

y I bear your beautiful and strong children!" she respond