"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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The seed grows.
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Damian growled lowly on his throat as he watched the white raven fly away from his reach. He snapped his jaws in frustration and circled in his place before running back to the castle in search of Xerxes. He'd left the witch alone, a much needed break from her horrid laughter, and was out on a hunt for game when he saw the all too familiar albino raven fly above him.
Fucking cunts. He thought to himself. What the actual fuck did you have to fucking tell the King of Cunts now?
Slipping on the clothes he'd hidden awhile ago, he ran through the throngs of warriors, not stopping even at the call of Eztli, as he trudged up the stairs from exhaustion but made it to the private quarters of the west wing.
I need to fucking lose some weight. He grumbled and bursted the two large doors open before closing it immediately behind him.
Panting heavily, he walked with heavy footsteps towards a round table and served himself a generous amount of wine. He slumped against one of the cushioned seats, didn't even calm his breath as he chugged the alcohol down in a series of gulps. Sighing, he finally looked up to face his audience and was met with a glare and a bewildered look, and him being the bitch that he was just had to speak.
"The fuck were you doing making out with her stomach, you beast?" Damian said in aghast. "Get the fuck off her!"
Adelaide stifled a laugh and continued to stroke Xerxes' hair in an attempt to ease his snarling. But when it didn't, she subtly rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and had him lie his head on her belly, his ear pressed firmly on the thin shift that she wore as she had him listen to their little one's heartbeat.
Damian's entrance had surprised them both. They had just returned from eating their noon meal and once settled in again in their chamber, Xerxes took this time to shower her stomach with kisses, whispering sweet nothings to the little babe in between each caress of his lips. He almost looked to be in a trance as he promised everything to his child, so when the nomad lycan broke this, his beast wasn't at all pleased.
