However, he didn't expect him to easily show a smile to such a dwarf upon arriving in the Eastern Continent.
"You are mine, from the moment you inherited my name," the Elven King said while caressed Ilodyer's black hair.
It's s pure black color hair that was falling on his fair skin was like a fatal temptation to him.
"It's turns out, my father could also this domineering," Ilodyer stretched out his hand and wrapped them in the Elven King's neck.
Pressing his soft lips against his neck, and feeling his pulse that was throbbing gently.
The Elven King remained silent, he did not responding to his words, but instead turned around and pinned Ilodyer beneath him directly.
The beautiful black haired half-elf glanced over the man's shoulder and saw the sunlight of the Archades City streaming into the window and... Silvanoir who had just flown in through the window.