Until the End: a Steve Rogers Story

• TEN •

SMUT WARNING

"Fuck Everly." Steve panted as he railed into me. I whimpered and let my head fall back.

"Steve I'm close." I said.

"I know darling." He said. He slammed his hips into me.

I moaned, clenching on him.

"Steve..." I said as I came on him. He grunted, spilling his cum into me.

He slowly pumped in and out, letting us both ride out our orgasms before he collapsed on top of me.

"Mmmm." He groaned. I panted lightly, pulling the blankets over us.

Every single night, for the past fortnight, we had been having sex, trying to get me impregnated.

It's not like we were bored of it, we were both just extremely tired.

I stroked his hair. I felt extremely guilty that I wasn't getting pregnant. And my cycle was supposed to come tomorrow, so if I didn't get it, we would test.

But I felt like I was going to get it. I felt the stomach cramps already setting in.

And I felt my mood becoming irritable. All of these signs could mean I was pregnant, or just almost on my cycle.

Steve knew I was exhausted from this. I felt bad that he had been trying too.

He was definitely frustrated too. Not with me, just the situation. I don't know. I just felt bad.

Steve sat up and blew out the candle. He stayed on me though.

I looked up at the ceiling. I felt so guilty on so many levels.

I wanted to please him. That's all I wanted to do. This is what a queen is here for.

What if I'm infertile? Will he throw me out? Only have me here for the public eye, get a different woman pregnant and pretend the child is ours?

I wanted to cry. I had to stay strong. This is okay. I can just find herbs for fertility.

But what if my chances are low already and I end up having a girl? He needs a boy to keep his name.

Steve stirred. I felt a tear fall. I quickly wiped it away.

"Ev?" He asked.

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"Are you crying?" He asked, sitting up.

"Hmm? No of course not?" I said. I wrapped the sheets over me a little more. "I'm just tired. These past two weeks have been quite busy."

"Ev..."

"We both need sleep Steve." I said.

"Honey. I can see the tears in your eyes. What's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm fine." I said. I turned my head.

"I'm serious what's wrong?" He asked.

"I'm serious too I said I'm fine." I snapped.

He said nothing, but pulled me into a soft kiss. That made me even more emotional.

I pulled away and laid my head back.

"Steve I said I'm tired I can't do another round." I said. My voice was breaking. I was trying my hardest not to break down.

"Tell me what's wrong." He said.

"No." I said.

"It wasn't a question Everly. It was a command." He said.

I tried blinking back my tears. I couldn't.

I sat up a little. I was hyperventilating.

So many thoughts popped into my head at once.

Steve sat down and pulled me onto his lap, letting me lay my head on his chest and pulling the blankets onto us.

I focused on my breathing. I couldn't do this. I could feel his cum leaking out onto his thigh from me. I didn't know if he cared or not.

He sighed.

"I should have cleaned up I'm sorry." I whispered, thinking he was sighing about the fact that his cum was on him again.

"What?" He asked. I pulled away.

"I- uhh. The ejaculation. I should have cleaned up." I said.

"Ev I don't care." He said. "I laid right on top of you I don't think you could have." He said.

I nodded. He moved my hair behind my ear.

"Tell me what's wrong." He said.

I looked up at him. He was sincere.

"I'm just worried because what if I'm infertile and you don't want me anymore? And I know it sounds outrageous and maybe it's just because I'm stressed and maybe if I start relaxing or if we take a break from trying.. I don't know you're king it's up to you of course. I just feel so stupid and I'm supposed to get on my cycle tomorrow and if I do then that means I can't be pregnant but if I don't then..I don't know but it scares me and I feel like you would replace me and I don't want it to happen because I've grown quite fond of you. And perhaps that's because I've never had a man around and I like the attention I get from you and the affection but I'm just..." I stopped myself. I was blabbing.

Steve stared at me with sad eyes. "You really think I'm gonna replace you?" He whispered.

I shrugged. "You're a king."

"Everly." He said disapprovingly.

"I'm sorry." I said. He rubbed my cheek with his thumb.

"I'm not gonna replace you. If I'm being honest, I think I'm falling in love with you." He said.

I looked up at him. He looked away, smiling softly.

He loved me?

I moved his face to look at me again. He stared at me.

I pulled him into a kiss. He moaned lightly, holding me softly. I shivered, being cold.

Steve continued kissing me, pulling the blankets over me more. I smiled and pulled away.

"I think I'm falling in love too." I whispered.

"Oh good because I would be very embarrassed if it was just me." He said. I chuckled.

"I'm sorry for doubting you." I said.

"It's alright. This has been a tough few weeks. If you are on your cycle tomorrow, we are going to take a break, unless maybe we're both....aroused. But we won't try for a child." He said.

"But..."

"It will happen. I'm sure of it. You're young Ev. Your mother had three children. I'm sure you're fertile. And we can go out and get herbs too." He said.

"Okay." I said. He kissed my forehead.

"You need rest." He said.

"So do you." I said. He moved to lay us down. He was on his side now.

I laid in the safety of his body.

"Thank you." I said. "For everything."

"Only for you Everly Rose."