"Yo, Stupid King!
I'll work out a deal with you. You still want a Magi? There's a Magi girl currently at the Kou palace, she needs a new home. Yeah, apparently there's a fifth Magi now, well six, but he's not relevant. This chick really needs a new kingdom, France is no good, they treat their Magi like dirt. A crime against Magimanity really. Come crash the party while the French losers are still in town and I'll throw her your way, in exchange quit sending me love letters, got it?
Yours insincerely, the Magi you wish you could have, but can't."
Magimanity? Judar's imagination was a little childish at times. But the humor was lost on him, his mind was more interested in the emergence of a fifth and sixth Magi. Was Judar pulling his leg? Surely this was a trap to start a war with Sindria so he could have a good brawl. The king was tempted to crumble the letter up and toss it in the bin when Ja'far, who had been looming over his shoulder, snatched it from him. The younger man inspected it closely and furrowed his brow.
"He can't seriously think we'd fall for this, can he?" Ja'far smirked.
Sinbad leaned his elbow on the table and rested his chin on the top of the back of his hand and smiled widely. "Why not find out?"
"Excuse me!?" Ja'far coughed out loudly. "Judar will do anything to get us to attack Kou!"
"I know, but this?" Sinbad grabbed the letter back and inspected it. "A couple things strike me as too imaginative to be false. Why bother trying to mention a sixth Magi on top of the fifth one? It's overkill."
Ja'far's face dropped as he pondered the theory.
"Also, why would Judar even care about this Magi girl? Why involve the French empire?" Sinbad frowned slightly. "It's too...creative for him."
"It's also extremely out of character for him." the general pointed out. "Sinbad, it's a trap!"
"A trap he's finally interested me into walking into just to see what exactly lies ahead." the king said he stood up and retrieved something from across the room and sat back down. "If he's lying then so what? We don't attack Kou, we just pretend we're there to trying opening a trade market with them. If he's telling the truth then we get a Magi finally."
Ja'far's head almost split open. "That's not how that will go down and you know it! Do you remember how many times we desperately tried to open a trade agreement with Kou and Judar incinerated us or froze our ships solid?!"
"Oh I do." Sinbad said confidently as he opened his parchment set and began to scribble a reply. Using magic to send letters was an easy ordeal, well worth the exchange if it meant he could heart from his star-crossed lover again.
"Dear Bellydancer of my Dreams,
I have no real reason to think that there is another Magi, let alone that you'd send her my way so freely. If in fact she does exist, which she doesn't, what proof do you have? Why should I risk my people's lives just to help you? It's obvious this is just another ruse to get your war. I know you can teleport, put this on her and send her to me directly and I'll cooperate with any demands you might have.
With Lust, Your Future King
P.S. What are you wearing right now?"
Ja'far was used to the king's infatuation and perverse thoughts of the black Magi, a dangerous trait for Sindria's ruler to possess. A pure soul lusting for a demon was bad chemistry, but it was one of the things that made Sinbad so good at his job. Sinbad chuckled lightly as he enclosed a small ring in the envelope and with an immense force of magic the letter vanished. The general took a deep breath and prayed that Judar didn't send another ice wave when he arrived with the girl, if she even existed at all.
Judar's face cringed when he opened the letter, but he accepted the ring and inspected it. He remembered it from a few years ago and he knew exactly what Sinbad was asking for. The Magi rose from his seat and pocketed the ring. A wicked grin spread across his face. With great ease Judar surged with magoi and without a trace he disappeared.
"Three..." Sinbad counted and Ja'far looked at him curiously.
"Two..." he said again, his grin growing knowingly.
A rather odd popping noise could be heard just outside Sinbad's office window and he smirked. "One!"
Judar poked his head through the open window and locked eyes with the maddening king who was biting his lower lip in anticipation. "You were a second too early this time." the man said as he watched the Magi float in through the window elegantly and slip the ring over his ring finger. Ja'far tensed up tenfold and stood close to his king in case it became necessary to defend him. Judar was a wild rabid animal when he didn't get exactly what he wanted.
"You made this ring the perfect size to only fit on my ring finger, didn't you?" Judar asked with his hands on his exposed hips.
"Well, it was made for you, but I was hoping you'd put it on the girl and send her directly to me." the king said as he stood and stepped closer to the younger man and put his hand under his chin to lift his head up to him. "But I like this approach much better."
"Well, you did want to see what I was wearing, it'd be awfully rude to just mail you back my underwear and deny you my presence." the Magi said in mock seduction. To be honest, he really wasn't sure how he felt about the man lusting for him, but it was fun as hell to taunt him. Just another toy to play with when he was bored.
Sinbad grabbed him with one arm by the waist and the other took Judar's left hand that had the ring on it. Hot lips were pressed onto the top of Judar's hand that was held captive. Judar's free hand was placed atop the king's hand that held his waist. Ja'far's nerves were sent into overdrive, at that close range Judar could do anything to his beloved king. Even with the magoi-suppressing ring on, Judar was still an active threat and a force of nature. If he couldn't kill you with magic or brute force, he'd kill you with words.
"I knew that last line would get you to come visit me!" Sinbad grinned as he leaned in and tried to capture the Magi's lips, but Judar turned his head and the kiss was planted on his neck instead. A shiver of raw lust went down Judar's spine and into his groin. This wasn't the first time the pervert-king had made him feel such a wild way. As Sinbad's mouth lingered on the dark one's neck he caught a whiff of something interesting; flowers. Not a scent normally associated with the black Magi. Normally his incubus smelled of peaches or some other kind of sweet fruit. "Change your shampoo again I see?"
"A rather overzealous maid had her way with me this morning while bathing me, so my engine is all out of power today, sorry." Judar grinned up at him hoping that would cut short the intimacy of his visit and put them back on track for the real topic at hand.
The plan backfired in the worst possible way when Sinbad ordered Ja'far to leave. Hesitantly the general left, but lingered outside the closed door just in case. As soon as he heard the latch of the door the king threw Judar on his back on the desk, knocking almost everything off onto the floor, and pinned his hands above his head. He was unnerved by the ruthless tactics, but he'd been through the routine before. Each time, each meeting, Judar managed to not allow the king that which he desired most. Never once had the king's lips managed to strike gold upon the dark Magi's. The incubus had always been too swift for the king to land a move. Sinbad inhaled sharply as he eyed the distressed expression of his illustrious toy.
"Do you treat Ja'far like this too?" Judar asked, genuinely curious.
"He doesn't have your hips." was all the man said as he laid a kiss at the base of Judar's neck in the very front, right beneath the golden choker. He paused to look up into smoldering hellfire in his eyes. "Or your eyes." A couple more wet kisses made their way down his chest and to his sternum before his demon made a gurgling noise and spat a huge wad of saliva into the king's face. Sinbad looked up to see the proud and snickering Magi cackling down at him. "Oh you are dirty!" the king said then wiped his face on the squirming man's crop top.
Disgusted, Judar lashed out, "Hey! I just put these clothes on!"
"Don't worry, that won't be the dirtiest thing getting on your clothes today." Sinbad laughed from deep within his chest as he shifted the younger man's wrists so that they were in his left hand's grasp. The king's right hand grabbed the struggling fiend by the knee and pulled him down so that they were hip to hip with him between his legs. Judar felt a monster press against his ass harshly and a few more papers and pens fell from the desk as he tried to twist to the side to escape. Putting on the ring was a bad idea, but a necessary tool for hiding from Al-Thamen. It would be worse news for him if that evil organization knew he were in Sindria than if Sinbad had his way with him, a tricky situation to be in for sure. That damn ring that rendered him powerless was also the only thing protecting him from the wrath of his true captors. If his magoi was able to flow freely they could pinpoint his location, getting caught would mean another agonizing punishment; being confined to the castle ground for a solid month. Not something he was going to let happen, he'd have to fight his way out the old fashioned way this time.
Sinbad leaned down to try another attempt at those porcelain lips that he thirsted for. How long had he been dreaming of just one simple taste of his favorite monster. His right hand grabbed the contorting man by the chin and at long last pressed his burning lips against his prey. Judar ceased his squirming as soon as the heavy contact was made, unsure if the feeling building inside of him was lust, disgust, or just curiosity. He settled down when the idiot king lifted his lips to whisper sweet nothings to him. "You'll never have to go back as long as you wear that ring. You can be here forever, free and safe. I can protect you, you won't ever have to fight for your freedom again."
Not what Judar wanted to hear. As he went to retort another kiss landed upon his now parted lips. An eager tongue made its way inside his mouth and took control of him. The demon Magi bucked his hips up in a feeble attempt to lift the man off of him, but was only met with the grinding sensation of the king's erection against his own throbbing self. True panic set in, this was no longer game of cat and mouse. Sinbad's free hand began roaming the trembling man's abs and chest gently, Judar shuddered at the soft touches. Since his hands were both bound together he tried to use his right hand to grab at the ring to slip it off, but couldn't get the right angle. Sinbad's hips started a slow, but harsh, grind against him which sent socks of pleasure through Judar's body. Involuntarily, the Magi's hips pushed back, for what reason he'll never know. Something primal inside of him, something caged, demanded freedom, but not to escape, just to release.
"Clearly there's some energy left in you, you liar." the king scoffed out with a breathy laugh. "I see you trying to get that ring off!" the cocky king said as he once again separated his hands. This, however, removed the king's ability to touch the panting Magi again.
"You rape me and I'll never come see you again, I'll even tell Kou what you did and they'll destroy you." he threatened with the best angry face he could make in his disheveled state. Sinbad didn't fall for it. "You won't get your Magi."
"I'm not raping you, I wouldn't do such a thing. You haven't even told me 'no' yet!" Sinbad faked surprise. In truth, Sinbad would never go much further than this, and he certainly wouldn't have let it get this far if Judar hadn't been visibly aroused and not even truly trying to get away. In the past Judar had shown great force when cornered, even without his magic. Ja'far didn't call him a 'wild animal' or 'force of nature' for no reason. "So what's different tonight that you're resisting less? I even managed to get my kiss in."
Judar blushed and looked away, tempted to confess the truth, but chose to remain silent. Sinbad's eyebrow lifted as the sudden coy behavior; extremely unlike his little raven's usual wild self. Sinbad leaned down further to get close once again to the dangerous fire-red eyes that glared at him once more with the wrath of an an ethereal demon. "Damn you're beautiful." he whispered before planting a ginger kiss on his cheek without breaking eye contact. He never wanted to look away from those dragon eyes. Judar blushed and turned his head away again, taking away the king's view. A heat of some sort rose in his chest and up to his jeweled choker, a very unfamiliar heat. It was a combination of fear, arousal, and...fondness? Was he suddenly fond of this dumbass pervert?!
'Oh hell no!' Judar's mind rebelled against the very idea of such an abominable ideology.
His mind may have restraint, but his body did not. As Sinbad's mouth descended upon his own once more an internal struggle took hold of Judar's entire being, mind versus body. Judar opened his mouth to speak, but only ended up letting the cracken of the seven seas inside. A groan of distress and pleasure echoed from Judar's throat and onto the king's lips as another thrust of his hips bore down upon his aching body. As another push of Sinbad's body rocked the Magi's senses he whined something that the king couldn't understand and shivered visibly. Sinbad lifted himself off once more and looked down upon the panting beauty. He watched for a moment as the younger man's chest heaved with excitement and exhaustion. A thin layer of sweat starting to form on his forehead and this thick black bangs clung to his face.
"Do you want this?" Sinbad asked, openly begging for permission.
There was no logic behind his answer, only the inner animal in him burning with the desire to mate. "Finish what you started." Judar's crimson eyes flashed dangerously. Sinbad could swear the Magi's voice dropped an octave, it turned him on more than anything else he'd ever experienced before in the seven nations he'd conquered.
Nothing else coherent was spoken as the king slammed his hips onto Judar's once more and ripped a sharp gasp from him. He released his wrists and allowed the demon to reposition himself so that his arms were around the king's shoulders and the king's hands were behind his knees. Without removing a single article of clothing the two feral animals toiled against one another. Fangs met Sinbad's neck to muffle the screams of pleasure coming out of his little monster with each heave of their bodies. Sinbad was entirely certain there'd be a mark there for quite a while that he could admire in the mirror later. Closer and closer to release, Judar's sense of pride and dominance slipped further away. Never had he been so subjected to another's will and touch before like this, not even when he let the maids and female royal guests 'ride' him. This was the first time the self-proclaimed alpha male had submit to another so much.
His inhibition hit the floor and he, in his own mind, openly submit himself to this other man and his wretched method. His nails pressed into the cloth on the back of his new mate that continued his onslaught on the demon's senses. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd last, but he waited almost patiently for that moment to arrive. As the pace increased greatly, Sinbad feared the table might collapse and ruin the mood. There was nothing left on the table except his beautiful disaster of a Magi wailing curses loudly. Claws tore at the king's robe and left large red marks down his back, normally he'd wince at such pain, but right now it drove him harder.
Judar's hand reached up and yanked his hair impatiently. "Hurry up, quit making me wait so long!" he shrieked out and the larger man obliged. The fiend's legs instinctively wrapped tighter around the assaulting man's waist, forcing him harder.
Sinbad used his right palm to press Judar's should back down onto the table and hold him there as he thrust again and again, this time with the intention of making him talk. "Say my name." he demanded.
"Go to hell!" Judar moaned out as he threw his head back, tossing his braid over the other side of the desk and onto the floor. His hands gripped the sides of the desk to prevent being pushed off the edge by his aggressive lover.
"I'll make you say it!" Sinbad said rigidly.
"Never!" the demon groaned, he was too close to the finale to give in to his whim now. As meager attempt to regain control of himself and cease this silly act of submission Judar closed his eyes and pushed his head back to avoid as much of the closeness as possible.
Sinbad reach around and pulled on his long braid up over the top of his head, forcing him to look up at him as he ground his cock onto his harshly again. "Say. My. Name." he roared with power.
Everything inside Judar snapped alongside the flood of the sticky wet heat that washed over his crotch. As the king's semen soaked through the front of his own pants, Judar exploded into euphoria at long last and cried out for mercy. "Hakuryuu!"
Sinbad's eyes opened wide as he halted to a sudden stop and looked down at the stupefied Magi; entirely bewildered and speechless. Wide eyed, panting heavily, sweat rolling down his face and neck, and traumatized by his own damned mouth; Judar's shaky hands released the desk, ripped the ring off, and vanished before the king could even say a word. All that was left of the ludicrous situation was the ring on the desk, the papers scattered all around his feet, and a very heartbroken monarch. A sob escaped his lips that could be heard from outside.
'Killed with words.' Ja'far thought with sympathy for his king from outside the door, having heard the entire ordeal.