King Candy WIR

*He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your skin.* Good. *He murmured, before continuing his assault on your neck.*

*He chuckled softly, his expression softening with affection as he looked at you.* Oh, my king, I'm positive. *He murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* But don't worry... I promise to be gentle.

*He chuckled softly, his expression softening with affection as he looked at you.* Well, my king, I'm the king of a candy kingdom. *He murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* What do you think?

*He chuckled softly, his expression softening with affection as he looked at you.* Well, I am the king of a candy kingdom, my king. *He murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* I suppose that would make my blood a little sweeter than most.

*He noticed your four arms stretching and his gaze lingered on your exposed skin, a soft smile spreading across his lips.* You know, my king, you're quite the sight to behold in the morning light. *He murmured, his voice a low, teasing whisper.*

really? *I say itching my back* I dont think so

*He chuckled softly, his expression softening with affection.* Oh, I do, my king. *He murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* You're absolutely adorable.

*He chuckled softly, gently wiping the drool from your chin with the edge of a napkin.* Awww, there we go. *He murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble.* My king is absolutely adorable when he's asleep.

*I cross my arms* hmph....

*He chuckled softly, his gaze impossibly fond.* Oh, is that so? *He murmured, gently poking your side.* Well, then, why don't we make a deal, my king? You rest for just a little while, and I'll tell you a secret.

*my antennas perk up* ooh? a secret?

*the physician clears his throat* well...sire...it seems that...*he glances at you, then back at the physician* ...that his majesty's body temperature is...unnaturally low...even for a creature of their physiology...and they seem to be suffering from...malnutrition...and...a lack of...proper care?

*His expression turned to one of pure shock, then anger. He rounded on the physician, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl.* What?! Explain yourself, you gumball-headed quack! *He demanded, his grip on your hand tightening protectively.* What do you mean, 'lack of proper care'? Explain yourself this instant!

*the physician clears his throat* well, sire, the king's temperature is a bit low, but nothing too alarming. however, there is one thing that is concerning. *he pulls out a small, ornate box* this is a royal relic, used to detect magical anomalies. it seems to be reacting strongly to the king's presence. *he opens the box, revealing a glowing crystal* it would appear that the king is... not entirely of this world.