Book 4: Eyes of a Devil – Part 2A

book 4: Eyes of a Devil

Spring X044

Chapter 5

Lt. Maverick‘s brows were tied in a knot as he sat in this office silently after receiving a report from Gallant. Only a month in, and their newest Guardians had fallen into the hands of the enemy.

“I’m sure I saw amethyst eyes. It must be Ambrose! There isn’t another person with those eyes.” Gallant proclaimed with much certainty in his tone.

Lt Maverick stared blankly in deep thought before turning over to Gallant.

“As much as I want to believe you, Gallant. Ambrose is part of the League of Steel. They would never do such a thing to a fellow hero.”

Frustrated, Gallant let out a grunt. “Maverick. How long have you known me? I know what I saw.”

Letting out a sigh, Lt. Maverick shook his head. “Fine. I’ll get in touch with Red Titan. In the meantime, keep this from the other heroes.”

Gallant softened his expression as Lt. Maverick continued, “I don’t want unsubstantiated rumors about Rustmore, especially with all this tension going on now.”

“All right,” Gallant agreed before slumping his shoulders down. It was uncharacteristic of the optimistic hero. “Still, I can’t believe this. I should have been stronger. I was there with Fable.”

Chapter 6

“What’s that red mark on your cheek?” asked a young man as he sat beside his childhood friend, Ryan Mikhail, in one of the royal dining rooms.

The returned hero scoffed, “It’s from Father.”

“Ha! You can’t be serious? What kind of grown-up still gets slapped by his dad?” chuckled the man.

“Damn it, Tanner,” Renegade frowned. He clearly did not appreciate how his best friend was teasing him. After that humiliating incident, his request to continue staying in Kant City had earned him a stinging slap from the King of Rustmore.

In front of him was Tanner Darwish, the first son of the House of Darwish. A handsome and capable master engineer. Sharp nose, deep eyes, and high cheekbones, Tanner Darwish often rivals the young prince in terms of suitors. Besides his gorgeous looks, Tanner was an inventor and forger at heart. His passions had him developing a well-defined body with muscular blacksmith’s arms.

“After all this time, is that the first thing you have to say?”

“Well, either that or whatever happened in that Christmas market,” said Tanner cheekily with a striking smile.

Renegade shot up to his feet, his face reddened with anger and shame. Clearly, he was holding back from cussing at his childhood friend. The public did not know who Renegade’s identity was, except for a small handful of people like his father and Tanner.

“Hey hey hey! Sit down! I’m not going to talk about that,” Tanner assured immediately. “Please! I was just teasing.”

“Ugh,” Renegade scowled before retaking his seat.

Placing an assuring hand on Renegade’s shoulder, Tanner comforted the young prince, “Come on. It’s not all bad. This nightmare will be over in a blink of an eye.”

Renegade stared at his friend with much doubt in his mind. Visions of that villain in green. That intoxicating musk. That unforgettable pleasure. It was undeniable that something in him had changed.

Shaking his head, the Rustmorian Prince asked, “Have you seen my father’s new bodyguard? What’s that deal?”

“You mean the overly muscular dude with the breathing mask over his face? He’s almost robotic, I would say,” Tanner replied. “Your father brought him around all the time since last year. Most of the other subjects were wary around him.”

Renegade frowned. He had been gone for a couple of years, so much had changed. Since his father came into power, things around Rustmore had changed drastically.

“Even the House of Vulcan is holding back on proposing anything that would offend His Majesty,” Tanner continued.

“House of Vulcan? Red Titan?” Renegade asked with a raised brow. Red Titan, Anthony Vulcan, is the leader of the League of Steel and the head of the House of Vulcan, one of the most influential families in Rustmore.

“Yea! Duke Anthony has been supporting many of the King’s initiatives. He’s even using some of the League’s resources for them.”

What…? This is odd.

Thoughts filled the prince’s head. The Royal Family of Rustmore and the League of Steel are two distinct organizations. The Royal Family oversaw the country’s financial and political matters, while the League is an independent superhero organization to protect the citizens of Rustmore from any threats. While there were times when interests crossed, boundaries were always drawn.

“Hmm…,” pondered Renegade. “What about things in Bismuth?”

Suddenly Tanner’s eyes darted around, looking to see if anyone was eavesdropping. While the two friends were alone in the royal dining room, the young forger had to be careful.

“Ryan, this is not a topic we should discuss here, ” Tanner whispered.

Renegade replied, “It’s fine. We’re alone. I got the servants to leave us.”

Glancing around, Tanner sighed before looking Renegade in the eyes, “Things are getting a lot worse in Bismuth. People are missing every day. Some said that Banshee Ensemble is responsible for the chaos, but that underground organization had kept things in order all these years in Bismuth.

Renegade frowned even deeper. It seemed that things were worse than he expected.

Something is definitely going on in Rustmore.

Chapter 7

Red hair, good looks, and a muscular body. Ambrose studied the unconscious Runic Mage’s features. With the negotiations between Rustmore and the Republic of Kant turning sour quickly, his immediate order was to undermine the mighty Kant Alliance, crumpling their defenses one hero at a time.

What’s easier to do so than taking down the weakest link?

The youngest and most inexperienced of the Kant Guardians – Fable.

Even with one of the Kant Guardians in his hands, Ambrose was not satisfied. They could have gotten Gallant. But seeing how Gallant could resist Dust Devil’s powerful sleep magic, it was clear that having the veteran hero as a prisoner of war at their current capabilities would only sabotage their entire mission.

Using his magnetic abilities, Ambrose bent the metal around the unconscious hero’s wrists and ankles, firmly securing Fable onto the metal chair.

“Dust Devil,” Ambrose said, turning over to his accomplice. “I give my thanks for your help.”

The large muscular man looked up from his scratched wounds with furrowed brows. The thorned roses were indeed frightfully powerful — a reminder to him not to underestimate a superhero, no matter how young he looked.

“I’ll be bringing Fable back to Rustmore. But before I leave, I have one last request.”

Listening to what Ambrose had in mind, Dust Devil smiled. An opportunity to get back at the young hero for the wounds on his prized body.

“This favor will put you in my debt now,” grinned Dust Devil slyly as magical sand began to trickle down from between his fingertips.

Chapter 8 

The scorching sun shone onto his handsome face. The arid air was hot and suffocating. The silken sand below him felt warm and soft.

Fable blinked a few times as he breathed in the hot desert air.

Where… Where am I? Is this a desert?

The young hero could feel hands gripping around his muscular arms as his vision returned to him. Two figures held him up. A third person stood in front of him.

Who are… they?

A yellow scarf drifted in the desert wind.

The blonde man on his right was strikingly handsome, looking to be in his early twenties. Dressed in a yellow scarf and green pants, he grabbed Fable’s right arm tightly. Without a shirt, the hunk sported a set of bulging pecs and rippled washboard abs.

It can’t be…

Turning to his left, there was another shirtless hunk. With brown hair and a piercing gaze, the slightly older man was wearing a red cape that flew wild as a breeze passed. Similarly, this stud had a god-like physique with broad shoulders, massive biceps, and a shredded torso. 

They are…

A peal of sinister laughter crackled in front of Fable, drawing his attention to the third hunky figure. Wearing a feathered medieval hat, the man was equally good-looking as the other two. His body was well-built, with two slabs of muscular pecs, cobblestone abs, down to an Adonis belt. In his hand was his signature instrument – a magic flute. 

Fuck! This is so wrong!

“Pied Piper. What is the meaning of this?” yelled Fable as he pulled against the grip of the two muscular storybook characters. “What have you done to Prince Phillip and The Little Prince?”

“Fable, Fable. I didn’t do anything to them. This is all your desire,” smiled the crazed Piper.

Fable’s eyes widened as he looked at The Little Prince. The once small and curious storybook character was now a muscled gorgeous-looking blonde hunk.

“No! That’s impossible! How can this be what I desire?” Fable retorted as he struggled to break free from his storybook characters’ powerful grip. Even though he had not been in a relationship with another girl, the young mage was straight as an arrow.

“Then why are you so hard?” said the Pied Piper with a devilish smile.

“What?!” Fable exclaimed. Looking down, his hero costume had vanished entirely. His well-formed body was exposed, revealing his taut biceps, solid chest, and a proud set of six-packs. Shocked, he quickly realized that he was stark naked and erected.

His veiny cock protruded from his hips, standing tall in the hot desert air. A string of pre-cum dangled from his tip and tugged by a breeze.

Panting heavily and confused, Fable looked up and saw the Pied Piper blowing into his flute. A melody of music filled his body with lust as he felt his limbs go numb.

No… It can’t be.

“Stop! Stop blowing that flute, Pied Piper!” commanded Fable. The Piper was trying to gain control of his body. That was probably how this storybook character made him so hard.

Without warning, Prince Philip caressed Fable’s toned chest with his hand, teasing the hero’s left nipple. Fable moaned and tried to kick the prince off, only to be grounded by the hunk’s muscular legs. The muscled Little Prince kissed Fable on his cheeks and down his neck, causing the hero to shudder at the sensation. Slowly, the Little Prince humped his hips onto Fable’s right leg.

Fable felt his face blush as his legs were held down firmly by both princes. His brown eyes widened at the shock of being molested by two of his beloved storybook friends.

“Fable, I know you are enjoying this. Just relax and give in to us,” said Prince Philip with a charismatic smile.

“Yes, my friend. I will always help you. Trust me,” the hunky Little Prince added on.

Fable panted as he struggled futilely in his friends’ hold. “Please… stop this, guys. What is wrong with you?”

He awkwardly tried to swing his hips around, aware of the hardness tenting from his groin. The Guardian was trying everything he could to tame the pulsating rod. But it was impossible with the Pied Piper’s ability to control another being.

“OH!” Fable gasped as both princes softly wrapped their hands around his cock. He had no idea why his friends were acting in this way or why he was enjoying their attention. But the young Guardian knew he needed to regain his focus and somehow break free from this.

As the music from the magic flute continued to enter his ears, Fable felt a fog creeping into his mind. The dizziness of pleasure was starting to get to him as the pair took turns stroking his cock.

“Please, guys. S-stop touching me there.”

The hero could not resist as he was pulled into a kiss by the handsome Prince Philip. His head swam with dizziness and pleasure as his body melted in the strong embrace of the stud.

“S-stop, please! This is not what I desire from you guys,” Fable protested weakly, doubting the authenticity of his words. He was so close to cumming from all the attention his cock was getting from two of his well-muscled friends.

The trapped hero shivered with pleasure as both hunky princes leaned in and blew over his nipples. The tips of their wet tongues caressed Fable’s dark pink nipples, causing the young Guardian to moan incessantly. At the same time, they licked over the bumps of his sensitive areolas before engulfing his peaks within their lips, forcing the hero to squirm helplessly within their tight grips.

“God! Stop! Philip! Little Prince! Stop!” moaned Fable as his eyes rolled up with ecstasy. “Fuck! I’m… I’m cumming!”

In that instant, the captive stud felt a surge of build-up bliss coursing through his hard cock as the hands stroked out the first thick load of cum from his superhero body. As his seeds left him in sheer pleasure, Fable screamed out, feeling the princes biting down sharply onto his tits.

“Fuck!” cursed the Guardian as his semen splattered onto the sand in front of them. Exhaustion washed over his body as the princes released their grips.

Fable collapsed backward, face-up from the soft sand. Shielding his eyes from the blistering desert sun, he looked up at the three storybook characters towering over him.

The shadows of three figures cast over Fable’s weary face.

“Please… No!”

Chapter 9

His heavy arms sunk into the sand as if the ground was engulfing him before solidifying. Fable struggled hard as the sandy floor trapped his sore arms within.

“W-what is going on?” The Guardian uttered. He could not believe that his beloved storybook characters were turning against him and yet turning him on so much.

After his first orgasm, he felt weakness all over his body. He needed to rest, but it was clear that they were not going to let him. The music from the flute continued to fog up his mind, clouding his judgment.

As his post-orgasmic blur faded, Fable felt something soft rubbing against his lips. Struggling to focus, the hero saw a purplish cockhead pressing against his lips. “No! What?!”

Recoiling back, he looked up from the blonde bush of pubic to see the hunky Little Prince, smiling lustfully.

“It’s okay, Fable. It’s your friend, The Little Prince,” whispered a hot and sensual voice behind him. A hand caressed the hero’s sweaty face. “We are in the middle of nowhere. Don’t disappoint your friend. Let loose and suck it.”

As the Pied Piper’s music continued to impair his ability to think and reason, Fable shuddered at Prince Philip’s words. 

Let loose and suck?

With a thick fog in his mind, Fable slowly opened his mouth as the prince’s cock slid in.

“Yes… yes! Suck my dick, my friend,” encouraged the Little Prince.

Fable wrapped his lips around the thick member, sliding his tongue over the head and shaft. The cock began to piston in and out of his defiled mouth as the dazed hero enjoyed his friend’s sweet and salty precum leaking into the back of his throat.

The hero’s cock remained flaccid, but his head felt hot and heavy. Another soft yet firm object slapped against his left ear. Turning over, Fable saw an even larger member poking out from a mat of brown pubes.

The stank of precum flooded the muscled mage’s nostril, causing the fog in his head to thicken. No longer able to comprehend, Fable was going through the motion as he took Prince Philip’s giant cock into his mouth. Let out a series of moans, the Guardian alternated between pleasing both of his princes’ cocks like a cock-hungry slut.

The taste of precum was intoxicating as the two muscled princes pumped their hero mage’s mouth with an abundant amount of the clear manly fluid.

Amidst his alternating blowjobs, Fable could dimly feel something coiling around his thick neck and muscled pecs. Thin yet unbreakable stems of roses wrapped around his body in a hot and kinky fashion, squeezing his firm muscles as they went. Fable moaned as the tightness around his pecs and biceps gave him a renewed sense of arousal.

Suddenly, the music stopped playing. Fable looked down and saw the sculptured physique of the Pied Piper between his spread-out legs. The evil storybook character adjusted his unbelievably thick cock, positioning it just before the hero’s virgin pucker.

“Mmph!” Fable protested with Prince Philip’s cock in his mouth. The hero uttered a muffled scream as the villainous character thrust his cock into his asshole. The young Guardian felt like he was being split into two from the inside from that sizable girth.

“MMMMPGH! AHHH!” screamed Fable as the cock popped out of his mouth. His tight virgin hole could hardly accommodate a single finger, not to mention how veiny and thick the Pied Piper was. “Fuck! Take it out! Piper! Damn you! ARGH!”

“This is for not using my story to its fullest potential, Fable,” smiled the Piper darkly as he started to fuck the helpless hero. Using the rose stems as a harness, the Piper could thrust his rod into the young hero even harder and deeper.

As when Fable thought this hellish ordeal was too much, both hunky princes reached down and took Fable’s nipples in their hands, twisting them teasingly, causing the hero to yelp out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Argh! Fuck! Fuck you, Piper!” yelled Fable as the pain from the penetration dispelled the fog in his mind. “You two! Stop it now! Mmmpgh!”

Even with the Piper fucking the helpless hero’s ass, the princes were not about to let the Guardian’s mouth go empty. Thrusting in and out from his mouth and ass, Fable was soon overwhelmed by the numerous cocks violating his orifices.

As the pain started to fade, the constant pounding against his prostate began to fill the hero’s flaccid cock with pleasure, forcing it to get hard once more. Fable’s screams of agony were soon replaced by moans of lust when his hole finally got used to the size of the villain’s cock.

The moans of his friends grew louder as they approached orgasm. Prince Philip busted out his musky load of cum into the hero’s mouth as the Little Prince stroked himself off, shooting thick wads of semen all over the young mage’s handsome face.

Fable’s vision blurred as ropes of cum hit him in the face. His nostrils were overwhelmed with the stank of cum as he struggled to swallow the princely load.

With the warm pulsing cock in his face and the musk of semen, Fable’s hard cock finally betrayed him once more.

“FUCK! Shit!! I’m cumming!”

Thick white cum exploded from within his abused prostate as the Piper fucked the cum out of him. His anal orgasm shot strings of semen all over the muscled mage’s torso, pooling between the valleys of his rippled abs.

At the same time, the Pied Piper let out a bellow and thrust his monstrous rod as deeply as he could into the defeated hero, breeding the ass of his runic mage. Fable felt disgusted as the warm seeds of his storybook villain filled his insides, but he was too weak to fight back.

Panted heavily, Fable collapsed back into the soft cushioning sand, unable to comprehend what was happening.

A note from Nox:

Our Fable is getting some action to kick off Book 4! Some hot scenes to get things started before we explore some stranger kinks in the next part. 

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Arnau

I love all your stories. I’m currently in this book but I hope that in the next ones True Blue and Captain Solar get all fine for action again.

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