"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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Lilura stood cautiously in her place, her face devoid of any emotion but her eyes screamed the confusion, the surprise and most especially the fear at what her queen had just said. She'd knew that Adelaide wanted to ask her of something, she could practically sense it, but to initiate a death of a babe, the king's child no less, right in front of the beast has the witch afraid for the queen's sake.
She looked towards Xerxes and saw nothing but pure, raw anger. His hands were balled up into fists, blood dripping from his palms as his elongated nails pierced his skin. Scales begun to form on his upper body, horns protruding at the sides of his head and it didn't last long until his being was fully consumed by the beast itself. Her eyes flickered to the unmoving girl and made a brave move to take her from his arms in fear of Adelaide's current situation when Xerxes bared his teeth at her.
"Leave, now." His voice wasn't of his own and echoed throughout the room. It was darker and more sinister than his usually deep and raspy voice.
"Do not hurt her, my king." Lilura pleaded as she fidgeted from one foot to another, nervousness drifting off of her.
"I said, leave!" He roared, the chamber shook from its force and Lilura winced before doing as she was told, silently praying to the Mother of Adelaide's well being.
Meanwhile, Adelaide could only look down in shame. She was never good at this, making decisions on her own. That's why she always depended on someone to make it for her, and when she does choose for herself, everything just seems to end up in utter chaos. But this was what had to be done.
She gasped when Xerxes unceremoniously pushes her to lie on the bed, moving away from behind her and straddling her instead. But she kept quiet nor did she move a muscle as he ripped the sheets from her body and splayed his bloody hand on her lightly swelled stomach, his claws gently tapping against her skin.
