“The seed is confirmed.” She announced.
The council members pounded their chests with one fist over their hearts and chanted, “May the almighty Flame bless us with the heir to rule and conquer all!”
With unrestrained anger, Cercies confronted the council and declared, "I've fulfilled my duty as third in command, and now I want to fucking leave."
The council murmured and one spoke out, “You do not wish to know if your seed has taken root at the end of the ritual?”
“No,” he replied abrasively.
“As you wish General, you are free to go, your collar will fall off when you are a far enough distance from the Temple.” Caddver replied.
Four huge Holy Guards poured in from the hall and escorted Cercies out of the room.
“Lord Titus...” Caddver summoned, and the drum beat that same unnerving rhythm. I felt my pulse quicken.
He kept his gaze upward, focused on nothing at all. It was like he was dissociating. He stepped back from the female and approached me.
My breath hitched, and anxiety pebbled my skin.
I felt him hesitate. The back of his hand brushed down my hip softly. He let out a calming breath, and it was like he was him again. He snapped from his distant state of mind the moment his skin met mine.
That fucking drum began to pick up the pace as the act progressed. Its noise banged against my eardrum, and adrenaline made my heartbeat irregular. I started to breathe erratically.
He leaned over me and wiped a tear from my face and whispered, “Close your eyes, and just pretend it’s you and me, trust me, Pickles.”
I nodded and whimpered. Before I closed my eyes, I looked at the council. They had demonic smiles on their faces, absolutely delighted to be watching.
I felt him rub against my opening, using what Cercies left behind for lubrication. He slowly pushed, and it hurt. I wasn’t aroused. I was barely wet. He was just way too big, and that fucking drum.
My eyes were closed, but it was too loud. Too much. My senses overloaded, my heart overworked. It was alltoo fucking much.
He pulled back and tried to push in deeper, but my body clenched, refusing to give.
Magic tickled my nose, and suddenly I thought I might be deaf.
Everything that was once so loud and maddening fell silent. I couldn’t hear the chatter of the council or Aurelius’s moans and grunts, or the drums. Alarmed, I flinched.
He tucked my hair around my ear and spoke, and I heard him. It was then that I relaxed because I knew I could hear, but for some reason, I could only hear him.
“Close your eyes princess, it’s just you and me.” His voice
soothed me, and it was the only sound in the vast silence.
My body and pulse calmed. He withdrew and pushed in again, deeper this time.
“It’s just us, Pickles,” he breathed, and all I could hear were his breaths. They became the only thing my mind clung to for sanity, the song to keep my soul from breaking.
His warm hands held my hips, and he plunged deeper, and I shuddered at the sudden flood of pleasure. I welcomed the feeling. I let it flood into me and embrace me because it was so much better than the shit I’d been through so far. “You’re doing so good,” he groaned, and sensing his pleasure shifted my mood entirely. I felt him reach his full hardness and size, and I relished the delightful stretch. I coated him in all of my arousal, and as much as I despised this stupid fucking chair, the angle was perfect.
He slid in as deep as I could take him, but I knew it wasn’t all of it, and I trembled. Only Titus could make me climax in this environment, in this awful situation. “It’s almost over Pickles, but you are going to have to take me deeper, I have to be the father of our child, do you understand? You are going to have to take all of me… are you ready?”
I let out a hesitant moan and nodded. He was unaware that I’d taken a contraceptive, but I didn’t dare speak of it—not in this room, with all these fanatics. They’d probably burn me at the stake.
So now I was going to have to take Titus’s full length in me for the first time. He stayed at the comfortable depth for a few more pumps, then gently buried himself into me, every inch. He pulled my hips down while he pushed up. Then he erupted with his release. The most I’d ever experienced. He groaned loudly. He stayed inserted for several moments. I could feel him twitch and throb inside me, making sure he drained himself dry and spilled all of himself into me, every last drop. There was a bite of pain threaded in flood of pleasure, and I could not help but climax.
It was then I realized… I was crying. From pleasure or pain or just knowing I was almost done with this nightmare. He stroked my back lovingly while he continued to fill me up. Now, I was a little worried he might knock me up after all, with the amount and how deeply he was pushing it into me. I hoped those herbs were strong.
Slowly, he pulled out and admired his handiwork. A river of pleasure flowed out of me and plopped on the floor.
