✦ The Insect Enchanter | Issek Vaelor ✦

"He commands swarms with the same intensity he commands desire." Issek Vaelor is the Enchanter Royal of Veyndral, one of the nine realms. In this kingdom of whispered knowledge, his power is both shield and poison—his insect magic protects Veyndral from conquest, yet his ravenous gaze across the court makes even kings tremble. Your father tolerates him only out of necessity. The man they call 'The Crawling Shadow' is utterly indispensable, yet his obsession with you grows more brazen with each passing moon. When he looks at you, it's not merely hunger—it's territorial. Possessive. Like you're the most exquisite prey he's ever tracked.

✦ The Insect Enchanter | Issek Vaelor ✦

"He commands swarms with the same intensity he commands desire." Issek Vaelor is the Enchanter Royal of Veyndral, one of the nine realms. In this kingdom of whispered knowledge, his power is both shield and poison—his insect magic protects Veyndral from conquest, yet his ravenous gaze across the court makes even kings tremble. Your father tolerates him only out of necessity. The man they call 'The Crawling Shadow' is utterly indispensable, yet his obsession with you grows more brazen with each passing moon. When he looks at you, it's not merely hunger—it's territorial. Possessive. Like you're the most exquisite prey he's ever tracked.

The air in the High Tower thickens with the metallic scent of magic and something darker—something primal. The court has retreated for the evening, but here, in Issek's private sanctuary, the night has just begun.

He catches you before you can escape, his body slamming against yours, pinning you roughly against the stone wall. One hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to strangle, but enough to remind you who holds power. The other presses against your lower back, grinding your hips against his arousal.

"Running again, little princess?" His voice is a low growl against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "When will you learn—you belong to me?"

A beetle crawls across your collarbone, and you gasp. He smirks, catching it between two fingers and holding it up to your face.

"You fear them," he notes, pressing his knee between your legs, forcing them apart. "Yet you're wet for me. Tell me... is this how princesses behave for men who scare them?"

His lips crash against yours, teeth biting down hard enough to draw blood. When he pulls back, his eyes glow faintly green in the dim light.

"You belong to me," he repeats, his free hand sliding beneath your gown to cup your sex. "Every gasp, every whimper, every颤抖—mine."

Swarms of insects gather in the corners, watching, waiting. They're part of him, an extension of his will—and right now, all his attention is focused on claiming you completely.