I sit by the windowsill in Theo's room. It's been two weeks since I collapsed due to pregnancy. My body is already being used to it. I no longer have music and etiquette lessons, but to pass the time, Harbin still brings me books. Tea with him has also become a common occurrence.
I stretch my leg on the windowsill as I watch the setting sun. Theo will arrive soon after a quick bath, and I know what I need to do. I have become his whore for a week already.
As if a trigger, the door opens and Theo comes into the room. He runs to me as if he is relieved that I am still here. He wraps his arms around me and breathes in my scent.
"Did you just have a bath?" he asks.
I nod. I always ensure to take a bath an hour before he arrives. I pull back from him and walk towards the bed. I am about to remove my clothes when he walks behind me and helps me undress.
With my clothes on the floor, I climb to the bed and lie on it. His gaze never leaves my face and I watch him remove his clothes. Before he's done, I open and spread my legs for his view. He smiles as his features darken with desire. I know he enjoys it every time I offer myself to him like this.
He catches hold of my ankle and sucks on it. I watch him nibble from my ankle to my calves, knees, and my legs. He caresses my body and with this blasted mate bond, I can't help but feel aroused at what he is doing.
I even ‌squirm when he blows on my privates. He places both my legs over her muscular shoulders and sucks on my woman bits. He already knows how to play me, so when his tongue starts to move passionately around my clit, I cum into his mouth.
As before, it is what he is waiting for. He kneels before me and I open my legs even wider for him. A moment later, his manhood trespasses on my own. My back arches as I grab the sheet. I am sure that tomorrow our bed will be wet with both our juices and sweat.
In reality, we should not be doing this. He should be with his harem. However, he stays with me until I fall asleep and he transfers to them. In the morning, I will sense him going back to our bed and wrapping his limbs around me.
Meeghan has been used to this, to us. She's the one who changes the sheet. She's also the one who told me that I must not be used to this schedule. Because soon, Theo can only come once a week. She also said that I need to savor this until it lasts. And I am sure this set-up will last for a few more years, until I have my child, and we can already leave this place.
Theo continues to move. He grunts and moans with every push and pull. I still feel pleasure every time we copulate, but I get exhausted too fast. I still get aroused by him. I still have my orgasm. But that addicting, disconcerting pleasure is hard to come by anymore. I guess it's been snuffed out the moment he asks me to abort my child, our child.
"Kaiya, I love you, I love you so much," he whispers, as he continuously thrusts into me. He starts to tremble and I am sure he is close now. I clench around him and wrap my legs around his waist.
I touch his shoulders and he is already shivering in his pleasure. When I start to move my hips, so I can meet him in the middle, his orgasm comes and he grunts his release. As his seed continues to spill on me, he catches my mouth and gives me a lingering kiss. Something that I know how to answer now.
When the last seed spills inside, he whispers, "Don't leave me, Kaiya… I beg of you… I will do anything."
Then he slumps his heaving body on mine. He's been telling me the same thing over and over, especially when he's defeated by his pleasure. I sense the desperation, but I know that none of it is true. It's all words. I will not be swayed anymore, especially when he asks to abort our child.
He cups my face and places light kisses on my face. "Don't hate me, Kaiya. Please…"
I let him as my hand wraps around his wrists. I am sure that this will be my life in the coming years. I will be nothing, but his whore.


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I shade my eyes from the heat of the sun. It is mid-afternoon and it is very hot. And here I am, going to the next venue for Harbin's tea. I hate how he holds these meetings in different places in the castle, when all along, we can do it in my room. It's empty anyway, and it's only a few steps from Theo's room, which is where I am staying now.
A few meters away from the scene, I see it. A simple table with white cloth and two chairs on either side of it. The area is shaded by a row of trees that looks cool despite the heat.
"Miss Kaiya," Harbin greets and ushers me to sit on the chair.
"We should have tea in my room. It's closer."
"You will need the extra exercise. You've been staying in your room all day."
Instead of responding to that, I shift my attention to the table. There is a three-layer dessert tray, a vase of roses, a teapot, and two small cups. There are also some utensils for sugar and honey.
"You have more desserts today," I comment as I sit down on the chair.
"Needed for what we are about to talk about today," he answers. These tea times have always been about talking and discussing different issues with Harbin. He really has become my mentor.
"A bad news?"
"I find it both funny and bad news."
I take the teapot and refill his cup. I also filled mine. "Should we start with the funny one?"
"The King is having issues with his manhood. It's hard for him to get an erection."
I almost sputter my tea, which Harbin answered with a raised brow. "Proper etiquette," he admonishes.
I wipe my mouth and apologize to him. Problem with erection, huh? He hasn't had any problem with me. Rather, his erection is instant as long as I bare myself to him. Maybe because I marked him and he feels my emotions for him. Or maybe, because right now, I am the most desirable woman for him. His whore.
"From your reaction, it seems like he never had a problem with you."
I blush. "He didn't," I whisper, placing the cup down in fear I will spill it.
"Hmm…" he mutters. I always like the sound of his 'hmm' every time he thinks. Sometimes, I even mimic him. "Should I say the bad news part of that?"
I nod.
"Your child will be in danger, same as the King. Not just from the harem women, but from everyone in the palace. And when all the people outside learn of it, they will also hate you."
My hands automatically go to my belly.
"But before they do that, I want to know what they will do."
"To use me, right?" I ask.
"Yes, they will try to test if they can use you or not." Then he smiles, "I wonder what they will think of…"
"Why do I feel like you are going to enjoy this?"
"Because I think I will. The King will be annoyed and frustrated though."
"Are you saying that I should be pragmatic about everything?"
"If you only want to survive, then yes."
"How about my child?"
"What kind of advice do you want? From my humanity or my rational side? Although you will suffer either way."
"From your humanity side first."
He leans towards me and whispers, "Break the mate bond. Run away. Save your child. Have someone to help you."
So the human side is no longer possible because of the marking. "And what's your rational side telling you?" I ask.
He leans back in the chair and says, "Have your child aborted. First reason, you can stay in the palace with no one considering you a threat. Second, you can live with the King without an issue once he's done impregnating the other women. You will stay as the favorite. Three, you don't need to suffer unnecessarily, fewer disputes, too. Fourth, you can have a child at a later time. A child who can be accepted by everyone. Fifth-"
"Stop! No more!" I say, cutting him off. My hands go to my belly again to caress it.
"Fifth, you can use the King's affection for your gains," Harbin still says.
I glare at him. "With all these reasons, it's as if you are also telling me to abort my child."
"I am not. I am just giving you reasons. As the King says, the decision will be yours. I think he is ready to handle the fall-out later if you decline to abort this child."
We stare at each other before his lips turn upward. "But I think the best course of action, for now, is for you to teach these harem women how to make the King's penis hard."
"You are becoming more and more vulgar with your words," I criticize.
"Should I schedule you for a session with them? 'How to pleasure a King' meeting might save us all later."