Vanquished Enemy

By Yamila Abraham

Enter the perverse underworld of Darkhelm. The Dragon King Caine’s beloved courtier has been possessed by an evil force that can only be exorcized through sweet bodily torment.

Also included is the story of a half-mortal who is initiated into Darkhelm’s debauched royal court.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Yamila Abraham
• Release date: Jun 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310281174

Yamila Abraham

Yamila Abraham founded the publishing company Yaoi Press in 2004. Over the last decade she's overseen the publication 50 Boy's Love titles including graphic novels, comic books, novels, and art books. Abraham has successfully licensed Yaoi Press titles into several foreign languages.Abraham is a prolific writer with over a dozen graphic novel and novels in print with four different publishers. She wrote two of Yaoi Press' best selling series: Winter Demon and Dark Prince. She's written hundreds of novels, both yaoi and science fiction romance, that have been translated into foreign languages. Her first scholarly article on the topic of international BL was published by McFarland Press in 2010. Abraham currently works diligently on numerous illustrated ebooks through Yaoi Press' newest imprint, Yaoi Prose. Abraham has been a speaker or guest of honor at 150 anime fan conventions.

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Vanquished Enemy

by

Yamila Abraham

Cover by Archie the Redcat, Edited by Michelle Henson

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Though it is near morning in my underworld kingdom of Darkhelm, I, the Dragon King Caine, sit awake in my bed seeking fruitless distraction with a book. My loins are restless for the sport happening mere steps away in our ballroom. And yet, I choose to wallow in miserable longing rather than take part.

Thankfully, precious distraction comes in the form of a knock at my door.

Enter.

A phatom servant (a creature more snouted and dragon-like than even the demons of Darkhelm) preceded my dearest Jonah. He could not finish the introduction of him before the sweet boy barreled toward me and pounced upon me with the whole of his spry body.

Lord Jonah has returned, my king.

I squeezed the dear blond mortal body and let him anoint my face with a dozen kisses.

Master, oh master!

Jonah…!

I love you! I missed you!

The phantom left us and closed the door. Once Jonah heard the door latch he kissed with more urgency. Our hot mouths and tongues entwined deeply for long moments. When he broke away his red lips had turned dewy.

I love you also, my dearest, I said softly.

Father. He gazed deeply into my eyes.

I stroked his hair while meeting his gaze. He was not truly my son, but it was our most meaningful game to pretend this while alone.

His absence had been the cause of my derision. Now, with my luscious pet in my arms, I felt overcome with warmth and serenity. How foolish I’d been to ever let him leave.

I have such important things to tell you. His voice had turned breathy. But I saved myself for you the last two days and those phantom escorts molested me mercilessly on the ride back. I’m dying to feel your cock inside me.

A grove formed between my brows. They molested you?

Jonah expelled a breath of frustration. Yes. It started on the ride out. Hexin was in the carriage with me and told me I had to get down or I might be seen from the window. I obeyed, even though I was sure the curtain blocked me. He kept urging me to hunch down until my knees were on the floor and I was bent over my seat. Then he yanked up my robes and started licking my anus! He shoved his big dragon snout in between my buttocks and just licked and licked!

I rolled my eyes and grumbled. And when you protested?

Well, I didn’t protest because it felt wonderful. But I was a bit annoyed.

I smiled. Hmph.

I mean, I knew I had a full two hour ride. I thought it a good way to pass the time. He returned my smile. His tongue was so brutal. It crushed against my tender asshole and made my legs weak. After a while my thighs were quaking, my buttocks quivering, and my manhood was so desperately hard. I let myself moan with the ecstasy of it. That’s when he suddenly mounted me, shoving his thick scaled cock deep into my ass. His spit made me slippery enough, but he was still rough. He plunged in half a dozen times before ejaculating inside me. Then he got back behind me to eat his seed out of my opened hole. He resumed licking until he felt the need to fuck me again. After that the carriage stopped. My other escort, Pernix, demanded that he get to ride inside for a while. They traded places. Pernix put his mouth right where Hexin’s had been. He licked and fucked me with fresh vigor.

Did you climax?

Yes! Once we were nearly there I finally spasmed with an involuntary orgasm. Every muscle of my body contracted with it. The blood rushed to my head. It was the most exquisite intoxicant. I barely had time to clean up before exiting the carriage. It was hard to make my legs work after that.

I laughed softly. My cock had grown enough to tent my blanket. I groped myself with one hand. Those damn phantoms are always sticking their tongues in asses. I remember long ago when we were at war, I had just bathed and collapsed with exhaustion on the floor of my tent with my tail twisted up. I awoke to my steward desperately eating my asshole. I remember scowling back at him and asking what he was doing. He stopped just long enough to say I needed relief from the stressors of war.

Jonah’s eyes became large and glittering. Did you fuck him?

My smile evaporated as I remembered. No, I said. (I wouldn’t tell my dear Jonah that I ripped out his innards.)

He grew petulant. Please take me, father. I know you want me. You won’t give me any argument tonight, will you?

I smiled with one side of my mouth. Very well, Jonah, I said softly. He referred to our customary roleplay where I pretended to be a father appalled by his son’s lust for him. I’ve missed you too terribly to resist.

My hand slid into his silken ministerial robes, finding his bare flesh and then a tender nipple. I pushed the garment off his shoulder and beheld the pink nub amid a sea of creamy white flesh.

I plucked at the swollen bead while urging him out of the rest of his clothes. (I was already nude and concealed only by the blanket.)

My Jonah had a gorgeous mortal body, lean with muscle, and scarcely the age of 20. White