Luciferjl

Aragon, a village-born boy with exceptional swordsmanship skills, discovers his lineage as a descendant of a legendary swordsman. He embarks on a quest to conquer challenges, unravel old secrets, and face dark forces. Along the way, he forges alliances, inspires hope, and confronts personal trials. As he navigates political intrigue and battles for the throne, Aragon's journey becomes a path of self-discovery and the true meaning of power. 

(The characters in this story and everything is wholly fictional.18+ and also it may contain some adult and mature content. And it is a completely fictional and imaginary world in which the events of the story take place.) 
NO NTR OR YURI

Monarch of Slaughter

Ariade felt the heat rising in his cheeks, a crimson blush creeping across his face as embarrassment washed over him like a tidal wave. Elizleta's touch, her bosom pressed against his, only added to his discomfort, sending a flurry of conflicting emotions coursing through his veins.

He shifted uneasily under her gaze, torn between the desire to please her and the overwhelming sense of awkwardness that engulfed him. As she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, Ariade's heart raced with uncertainty. The intensity of her presence made it difficult for him to think clearly, clouding his judgement and leaving him vulnerable to her charms.

With a hesitant glance towards Aragon, Ariade managed to stammer out a response, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don't... that's... uh, a good idea."

A desire buried deep within