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Medusa Need

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Rhysand felt as if the Lycan dynasty was going to collapse, Medusa wasn't feeling very well the past few days. It wasn't as if she was unwell just that her body had gone extremely sensitive.

It wasn't serious and Rhysand was continuously assured by the palace doctors but the tantrum that his mate threw yesterday was enough to make him call the old sage who excelled in medicine because his paranoid mind sensed something was different than usual.

The royal court was filled with ministers and people jesting their issues. Merchandise had come from far off lands along with merchants to show them off in the royal court and curry favour from the Lycan King but Rhysand's one look made them forget about gaining any favour with the help of such unworthy gifts.

The Lycan Queen had black diamonds encrusted on her gold thread shoes like it wasn't the rarest of them all, a family of five can play like kings for ten generations if a single diamond was discovered by them.

Her body was wrapped in a gorgeous dress of sea silk while the merchant with the rare blue grapes and white apples  in a gold basket found them too cheap to be presented to the Mother and Father of the nation.

The court had many officials left who were presenting their gifts for the two year coronation anniversary of King Rhysand who looked like a god.

The stories of his resurrection had reached far off lands and people came to get even one glimpse of the god from the opposite side of the world.

Rhysand was smiling as the people rejoiced with one another but his matebond tugging hard made his snap his head to his mate with wobbling lips.

"Baby? What is it? What happened?"

Rhysand asked in worry but Medusa couldn't speak anything as she got up gracefully, smiling to the crowd despite tears gathering in her eyes and stepped down the throne with Rhysand standing too, trying to understand the situation, he followed behind her as the people parted like red sea.

"Alpha King Rhysand and Luna Queen Medusa will grace us commoners tommorow, rest please proceed with the celebrations."

The eunch announced making the people raise their head from ceremonial bowing, continuing their feast by the grace of the majesties.

"Medusa!" Medusa had rounded off the corner, running away inside her room with Rhysand at her tail.

Soft pearls trailed Medusa's cheeks as she looked in the mirror with tearful eyes.

"I don't feel fine...."

Rhysand stopped breathing for a moment, his face frowning down in worry.

"What....what is it baby?"
Medusa watched Rhysand in the mirror, coming behind her with his arms around her waist in a protective hold.

"This dress... I don't like it at all, it's harsh, too tight and I can't breathe. My breasts are aching, just-" she stopped speaking at all, her hand fumbling with the ribbons, thrashing them to pull off that wretched cloth apart from her body.

Rhysand thought his babygirl was possessed or she might have eaten too many blueberries from the garden so maybe she was sugar high.

She liked res grapes too, maybe she has consumed more than what she usually does or it could be the possibility that she was unable to distinguish between the red sweet apple and those addictive ones which his garden blossomed for pain releif medicine.

The options were many but he couldn't gather the courage to ask his teary eyed, irritated baby to tell him what had she consumed when she was admist the process of extreme fumbling.

Rhysand quietly opened the ribbons, taking off the jewellery and the girl wasted no time in wiggling out of the soft silk that pooled at her feet. She didn't even considered the hellhound salvating near when she took off her bra throwing it in the bathtub.

"Haven't they grown bigger?" His hands moved ahead to grab one as he groped it softly making her release a whimper.

"Too sensitive!" Her comment made him drop his hand and stare at her body in worry. It didn't looked as if she was getting sick... She was practically radiating the glow of thousand stars.

"Can you massage them for me Rhy, please."

Rhysand scoffed remembering the event, the heavenly vixen not only made him massage her entire body but sat on his thigh once she was done and rubbed herself on him.

It was extremely pleasurable for him till she decided that she had enough and came down from her high, the woman then without looking at his twitching member slept like a baby on his lap with her entire naked body rubbing against his chest.

That bubble ass was nestled upon his cock without any proper barrier and his hands twitched to spank her.

The man couldn't even manage a blink of sleep yesterday because his mate decided to grind her ass everytime he tried to.

Rhysand was worried and then he was angry when the woman got up in the morning as if she wasn't naked and strolled around the room as if she couldn't see his eyes following her every move and her tits bouncing every now and then....that bubble butt right in his view when she bent down to pick up her fallen panties.

Rhysand groaned as he felt his cock coming to life but he couldn't do a thing as she was sick so the next thing he knew was that he was strolling out of his room to get a fresh view and see the doctors to ask what was his woman's deal.

The sage came running to him, his eyes wide with disbelief and small hands daring to hold the palm of the Alpha King outside his quarters.

"My King, the Queen is carrying a child. You are going to be a father."