The Kings Sibyl

Chapter thirty-one

I walked through the doors and into the council room on sore legs. Elric had thoroughly fucked me raw, and he hadn't stopped, not even when I begged and pleaded that I couldn't take anymore. The man had the balls to smirk at me as I sat next to him.
"Feeling sore, my love?"
The glare I shot his way did not go unnoticed. His mother, Ariel, smacked him upside the head and turned to me with the brightest smile.
"It's a girl, isn't it?"
"Ariel! There's no way to tell these things. Leave her alone."
Elric's father gave me a cautious smile, as though he were scared of my temper.
"I want to discuss my leaving. I won't be leaving for a few months to head towards the gleaming fang territory. When I come back, I will expect my wedding to be planned and set up. I want to marry the night before our coronation."
I gave Elric a sharp look and kicked him under the table which he promptly ignored.
Suddenly, my stomach gave a jerk. I had been feeling slight movements here and there, but nothing like this. My entire bulge shifted, as though the baby was rolling over. The indent of a foot could be seen through my dark red dress, followed by what I assumed was an arm, then another foot. At my gasp Elric shoved his chair away, kneeling at my side.
"Mouse, speak to me. Regan, call the doctor!"
"No. No, no, feel."
I grasped his large hands in my small ones and placed them on either side of my stomach. As though the baby could feel him, she started moving and jerking.
"I can only imagine the joy you are feeling, brother." Regan said. I grabbed his hand and placed it on my bulge as well, offering him a feel of a child growing in a womb.