I Picked Up the Paladin Commander and Made Him My Sex Slave

A short, sweet story. Top, handsome and strong; a young top and a big, dark-skinned, intersex bottom. A height and build difference. Just writing what I want to read, indulging myself. A little treat.

Three years ago, the Holy Church suffered a crushing defeat in its campaign against the monsters. On a desolate battlefield of shattered walls and blazing fires, a barefoot dark elf boy who lived in seclusion in the Forest of Elves walked across the bloodstained earth.

The boy was beautiful and handsome. With violet eyes curved in a smile, he looked down at the dying captain of the holy knights and spoke brightly.

"You're about to die. I'll save you. I need a sex slave. Want to come home with me? If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Anderlu, captain of the holy knights, had followed the precepts all his life, only to become a dark elf's captive during the campaign.

He was dragged back to a demon's lair, where he remained for three years.

For three years, his days and nights were filled with thick, murky white and the boy's wicked voice in his ear. He met the misery of captivity and the disorienting nights with silence. The boy had explored his body until he knew it inside out. By now, probably all that remained of his defiance was his stubbornly pursed lips. He rarely spoke.

At first, he hated him.

Later, he only hated how noisy he was.

The dark elf was a hybrid of demon and succubus. A beautiful, handsome young boy, he lived in the forest, innocent and wicked by turns. His answer was utterly unapologetic.

"You and I do it to fill my stomach. I need to make it through my childhood!"

...Shameless words.

After wickedly tormenting him, the boy would always curl up in his arms and ask all sorts of strange questions. Stubborn and innocent, beautiful and full of contradictions.

"Are you afraid of the dark?" "Why do you think the sun shines?" "What's the human world like?"

...So noisy.

Sometimes, in a daze on sticky, humid nights, Anderlu would gently wind his fingertips around the ends of the boy's hair and kiss the corner of his mouth as he thought:

...So noisy, and such a nuisance.

"Do you hate me?"

He was asking another nonsensical question.

"...I don't hate you."

After a long silence, that was all Anderlu could say.

He had so many questions.

He asked Anderlu why he kissed his pointed ears, whether Anderlu had any family or friends, and all sorts of other things.

Anderlu said, "I do." But he lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the answer like a mouthful of blood. "...They're all dead."

They died in the campaign, in the fighting, many years ago...

But the dark elf leaned close to his ear and interrupted the thought that seared his heart. "Then now you only have me."

"Are you happy? At least you still have me: your enemy, master, husband, and friend." His fingertips traced Anderlu's Adam's apple, teasing and playful. "...And your XX. I'm all of those things."

...More shameless words.

Anderlu simply closed his eyes.

The dark elf's bodily fluids slowly trickled out, binding them together like a chain. His breath brushed Anderlu's neck, sweet and soft with the aftermath...

Did that count as friendship?

He reached out and held the back of the boy's head, pressing the one who always spoke wickedly against his chest.

...He could forget about the boy's stupid questions.

But the boy only bit his collarbone, as if adding an afterthought.

The dark elf's voice was soft and hoarse, sugary with feigned obedience. He spoke very quietly. "I'm yours too."

His enemy, husband, slave, dog...friend. Everything.

Anderlu's, too.

He said, "You're my friend, too."

Everything included.

"...And everything else."

That nearly coy word, "everything," was as light as a murmur, yet it burned deeper than the brand of any contract.

"...Mm."

He answered in a low voice. His rough palm covered the back of the dark elf's head, his fingers unconsciously threading through the soft silver-purple hair.

Three years.

Too many ugly yet ardent bonds entangled them: wicked demon and prisoner, master and slave, violator and defiled holy knight... But now, Xichao curled up in his arms and gave him a definition he'd never imagined, in the most innocent and wicked tone.

Everything.

How absurd, and yet how utterly natural.

He really did have so many questions.

Perhaps it was simply because he'd lived deep in the Forest of Elves, far from the outside world.

He asked:

"Do you like me?"

Anderlu looked down in a daze at the dark elf in his arms. The demon elf's violet eyes were wet, his pointed ears drooping slightly, as though he were truly waiting for an answer.

The boy's fingertips still clung, sticky and sweet with the aftermath, as they unconsciously tugged at Anderlu's clothes.

Those wet eyes, that soft and lovely expression, that handsome, noble face.

But the captain of the knights knew better than anyone what kind of wicked nature lurked beneath that obedient facade.

The captain of the holy knights lowered his eyes and fell silent for a long time.

Did he like him?

Xichao had imprisoned him, toyed with him, and tamed him. His body had been pushed to its limits, his dignity ground into the mud.

And yet this little demon would curl up in his arms at night like a young beast without a sense of security, bury his face in Anderlu's neck, and sleep without a care...dependent on him.

Friend, only you, everything, innocence, wickedness, true nature, tenderness.

...He didn't understand anything.

He was just a little demon.

...Though he was a real bastard.

Anderlu slowly raised his distinctively jointed hand. His fingertips brushed the reddened corners of the young demon's eyes, gentle as if afraid of breaking something.

At last, he lowered his head and pressed his thin lips to the dark elf's forehead, almost tenderly.

"...Mm."

"I like you."

Anderlu used to wonder how to find clarity amid chaotic desire and leave his side.

Later, he wondered how to forge his soul into the sharpest sword, so he could protect him forever.

The captain of the holy knights betrayed his oath to the God of Light and his vow to exterminate every monster. He fell madly in love with a dark elf, so deeply that he would gladly be reduced to ashes for him.

A beautiful, wicked dark elf boy who has always lived in the forest, handsome and strong on top × a taciturn, reserved, dark-skinned captain of the holy knights

Top: 173 cm, Xichao. Silver-purple long hair, violet eyes. A dark elf who seems wicked and awful on the surface, but is actually tsundere, naive, and innocent.

Bottom: 195 cm, Anderlu Hohenheim. Black hair, green eyes, dark skin, a scar on his face. Taciturn, reserved, gentle, loyal, intersex captain of the holy knights.

Although the bottom is intersex, there are no children. He was injured and can't have children, and he loves the top too much to want a child to take any of the top's love.

The bottom pampers the top, and the top loves the bottom. Their love is mutual. Handsome and strong, young top, muscular bottom, both virgins. It looks explicit, but the scenes fade to black. In truth, it's a sweet little story about love growing over time.

Theme: Love grows over time