Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

General Giles was shocked to see the tall young man with short golden brown hair, who was wearing a slightly tattered long white silk robe with the crest of the Royal Family of Abetha embroidered on its sleeves. 

The Crown Prince of Abetha, Cian Ilven.

His sapphire blue eyes glared fiercely at the Thevailes general, and his gaze looked like a sharp blade ready to kill the person in front of him at a moment's notice. His blood-coated sword, added with the anger in his eyes, made him look like someone even a madman should be wary of.

Arlan smiled wickedly at the fierce prince. As princes of allied kingdoms belonging to the same age group, the two of them had met and interacted with each other several times in countless formal occasions. He could understand how furious and humiliated Cian might be feeling. To be captured in his own territory and to be brought into an enemy kingdom against his will, his desire for revenge must be overflowing. 

Arlan chuckled. "I thought you would come much later when it's time to collect my dead body."

"I won't mind you dying, but not in the hand of this bastard. You deserve better." Prince Cian stepped towards the general who was on the floor, keeping his sword pointed at his throat with each step.

General Giles looked at Arlan, surprised to find out that the two seemed to have already interacted with each other. Didn't the Prince of Griven stay with him the entire time since he entered the castle? Also, before the banquet, he knew the Prince of Abetha was still locked up.

The general recovered from his shock and grinned maliciously. "Prince Cian. Nice to see you here."

Cian touched the tip of his sharp sword against the general's throat, and thin blood trickled from the small cut he made. "These words are unbefitting this scenario, don't you think so? "

The general chuckled as he gazed at Cian. There was no fear of death in his eyes. "You can't imagine how happy I am to see you here. I have long wanted to come to you to have some fun, but it seems like you are more desperate to come to me."

Arlan sighed. "Again, his mouth started throwing out shit."

"Let me shut it forever then." 

Cian was about to pierce his sword into the general's throat—

General Giles laughed. "Go ahead. I am not scared of death." He licked his lips, "The only regret I have is that I couldn't take both of you to my bed. After taking that Prince of Griven, I planned to come to your room next."

"Then die with regrets." 

"Wait!"

Cian scowled at the Prince of Griven. His hatred for Thevailes was one thing; for a proud royal-like him to be insulted as well, he was at his limits. He couldn't believe that Arlan had the guts to stop him. 

Although he did stop midway, the cut on the general's neck was deeper now, although it was not severe enough for the man to die.

"I have better plans for him." Arlan pulled out a small glass bottle with a wooden knob from his pocket. "Do you recognize this, General?"

Cian didn't know what it was, but the general's eyes widened, seeing the familiar bottle, and he touched his pocket to check if he indeed lost it. 

His pocket was empty, and he spoke, "When did you get it from me?"

"Well, I am more skilled than you think. It was not difficult to get it from you while fighting."

Collecting himself, the general chuckled. "So, are you ready to get into my bed? Give me that bottle, and trust me, I'll send both of you to heaven."

"Oh my. What can you do when I plan to send you to hell? The hell of unlimited pleasure," Arlan replied and looked at Cian. "This is one of the strongest aphrodisiacs from the east. What do you think of emptying this entire bottle down his throat and tying him somewhere? Then, when this miraculous medicine shows its effect, he will be tortured to the point he would have preferred dying by your sword, as he would be unable to pacify his demanding little soldier till death."

The general gulped, thinking about it. As a person from the military, he was not scared of a neat death, but what Arlan had in mind was pretty much hell incarnate to him. He would die from an overdose, but he would suffer for hours...

"Not bad," Cian said after understanding what was in that bottle. There was a vicious glint in his eyes.

"Why don't you two join me after I eat them all?" the general asked, not giving up on his perverted thoughts.

"Rest assured, general. I'll fulfill your wish before you die," Cian said, but from his expression, it looked like what he had in mind was vastly different from what the general wanted.

Standing in front of the general, Arlan put his sword back in the scabbard and opened the bottle. It could be seen that the bottle was almost filled to the brim with pills as if it was newly-bought and only a couple or three had been taken. 

"Open your mouth," Arlan instructed.

The general refused to open his mouth as fear finally appeared in his eyes. 

Arlan kneeled on one leg and slapped the face of the enemy on the floor. "Didn't you hear me, old man?"

Before General Giles could react, Cian crushed his manhood under his foot. 

Just as the general opened his mouth to scream, that scream got buried in his throat as Arlan took that opportunity to empty the stuff from the bottle directly on that opened mouth, and he didn't remove the bottle even though the general was choking. 

Arlan pinched the general's nose with his other hand, and only after he made sure that the general gulped all the pills down did he let go. As the general needed to breathe, he had no other choice but to swallow what was inside his mouth.

Due to the immense pain in his lower region, the general couldn't even cry out and he could only curl like a shrimp on the dirty floor.