"Do I have to fuck you to make you understand that you belong to me?" He whispered huskily against her ear, pressing his pelvis onto the small of her back, "Do you want me inside you, my queen? Do you want your womb to be filled with my seed? Do you...
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Xerxes returned to bed after Damian left, removing his breeches and tucking himself in beside his queen and laying her head on his outstretched arm. She cuddled to him almost instinctively in her sleep, the sides of her mouth twitching into a smile and a content sigh leaving her lips. He brought her towards his chest, tangling their legs together and burying his nose into her disheveled hair, eyes rolling into the back of his head when her fertile scent invaded his senses. His unoccupied hand unconsciously found its way back to her stomach, fingers spread and caressing her soft skin. He didn't plan on impregnating her, that was never really a motive of his especially with the silent threat currently looming above them, although he wouldn't deny that the thought had come to him countless of times, and shall it happen and he'll witness her grow heavy with his child,
then the Mother will learn to forgive him for what he'll do to those who'll dare take his family away from the beast.
He failed to return to sleep, not that he needed it on a daily basis, and instead took his time to appreciate the beauty that was snuggled up to him. His thoughts suddenly going to the ring inside the pocket of his breeches. He found marriage to be quite a nuisance, especially with the way his father had raised him, as he grew up knowing that what he fought for and deemed to be his, was ultimately his. He didn't need to abide to the old customs of men, he's already staked his claim on his gift, but if his queen wished of it, then who was he to deny her of her want?
"You have a funny look on your face." Adelaide's groggy voice said, slightly muffled from her cheek being squished against his chest.
"Do I, my sweetness?" He asked, looking down at her with a grin on his face.
"Mhm," Adelaide nodded and scratched his growing facial hairs, "and the beard's not helping either. You look like a wolf." She smiled, biting her lip.
