His expression softens at my touch and words, and his hand loosens on Coe's neck.
"You are pained," he says.
His hand on Coe's neck transfers to my hand and he brings it to his lips. I glance at Coe, who is coughing on the floor. Theo takes my attention from her and places a quick kiss on my lips. I pull back, but he wraps his arms around my waist. I can feel his erection in my belly. It's throbbing and very ready to release. Certainly, the King has no problems with it. They just need to rouse him up.
"I will show you how useless it is to bring my lover here. You are just going to earn my ire for even thinking of this."
A moment later, he lifts and carries me. When he drops me on the soft mattress, the realization hits me. I crawl away from him, conscious of the other women in the same bed. He catches hold of my ankle and sucks on it, down to the back of my knees.
"Stop, Theo! Not here!"
I kick him and turn over, but the movement is wrong and he just pins me on the bed. He raises my legs again and places soft kisses on my skin. I ‌blush, especially when I see his harem women watching us. I instinctively cover my crotch, especially when the other two women are inching closer to us.
I push at Theo's head as he sucks on my inner legs. He seems to no longer care about the other women in the bed and off the bed. Suddenly, Theo bites my hand covering my crotch and I automatically remove it out of the way. He takes the opportunity, and he dives into my p****y.
'Oh, damn!' is the only phrase I think of when he starts lapping at my folds. Both my hands go to the back of his head, and my legs shiver on his shoulders.
When he starts sucking on my clit, my head pulls back and my back rises, no longer touching the bed. My hold on his hair tightens, but instead of pulling him away, I start to push him deeper into my p***y. Everything tingles and I am about to reach my orgasm when another woman leans toward me and places my hardened nipples in her mouth.
The shiver of disgust is immediate, and Theo must have felt it, because he stops sucking me, and pushes the other women off the bed. I am about to sit up when Theo leans toward me and places the same nipple in his mouth, with his other hand playing with my other nipple.
I start to lie down on the bed again when his hand travels from my chest to my crotch. My leg shivers and yet I open my legs for his fingers. He enters one finger, which makes my body convulse in pleasure.
"Theo, the screen, close it… please…"
He sucks on my neck before ordering, "Coe, you heard her. Put down the blinds."
Coe obeys, and before she hides us, Theo pulls out his finger and enters two instead. I moan in resignation and I hug tightly on his neck. His fingers start to thrust inside me while curling against that pleasurable spot over and over.
My body starts to leave the bed again, but his hard body puts me back down. His fingers continue ramming me inside, while his mouth continues to suck on my neck, collarbone, and shoulders. Then, I release a loud, powerful orgasm that makes me hide my face in his chest so I can lower down my scream of pleasure.
Then he spreads me wider in front of him and his manhood enters me, over and over. My carnal desire takes over and I possess his lips while he pounds on me. He growls in my mouth and I did the same. Our breaths intermingle as the sensation of pure pleasure engulfs and sabotages my rationality.
He quivers in his orgasm, but before he releases, he pulls out and allows the sheet to take his seed instead. I look up at him. I close my legs and am about to move away from him when he lifts me and hugs me. His seed still spilling on the sheet.
"I love you, Kaiya," he whispers, even if I am in this weird situation.
I did not respond and just wrap my arms around him.
"Kaiya…" he whispers again.
He takes in my scent, and I can't do the same with him. The other women's perfume, which has become familiar, is stuck on him like some unbreakable curse.
He turns me over and makes me lie on my chest. He raises my butt, and he enters me again. It is slow at first, then it takes pace. It is faster that I grab tightly on the sheets. I bury my face on the pillows so I can muffle my cries of pleasure, more aware of the women standing just beyond the cover of the bed.
His pounding becomes faster and rougher, and I whimper under his weight. His hold on my waist is so tight that I feel like I will break a bone. Merciless. F*ucking me this way amidst these women. I know he is making a point, but this is too much.
Wait, that's what I am. Someone who satisfies his needs. I should be happy that he still finds me desirable more than his harem women.
I don't know anymore, this mate bond is confusing me. The only thing that I am sure of is that I hate how my blasted body is responding to each of his caresses and kisses. And that makes me nothing but his whore.
Then, he slumps on my back, panting and sweating. He releases on the sheet again and kisses my mouth. When he pulls back, he says, "Kaiya, tell me ‌that you still love me."
"You are my mate," I answer, his fingers trailing all over my feverish body.
"Not just your mate, Kaiya. Tell me, oh god, please, tell me even if it's a lie, that you love me," he pleads.
He leans his head on my shoulder, and I sense him shivering in pain and pleasure.
"I love you, my King," I say. "Can I please leave now?"
I sense his body go taut. Then he turns me over again. "No. You will be here until you are too sore, you can no longer walk. I will make sure I will fill this bed with my seed, so I can already be with you… forever."
His hands tighten on my wrist and I flinch at the pain. "Theo, your hold is too tight."
"I will not let you go. You hear me?" he says, looking darkly at me. "I won't let anyone have you. Not anymore. Especially when you are right here in my arms. I will love you forever, and you will learn to love me. Beyond this mate bond, beyond this magic."
I struggle against his hold, but he keeps me pinned down.
"We make a vow, Kaiya. And I make my vow to you. A vow is forever."
He touches my cheeks. It is gentle, which is in contrast to the words he is spilling out. And his vow repeats in my head, 'You are my mate, whom I promise to love and cherish forever, even if the gods and fate may try to separate us.'
Forever… I will not be his forever. I will break that vow, I am certain. And besides, I am not his mate. His vow is already null and void.
"You are thinking of leaving me again, don't you?" he asks. He envelops me in his arms and whispers, "Tell me, what should I do to keep you? What do you want? Your own house? Hundreds of servants? Jewelry? Thousands of lovely dresses? Tell me and I will give it all to you."
I don't care about anything he said. All I want is his love alone. I want to have him all for myself. I want to have kids with him at any time without thinking about whether or not our children are firstborn. I want to feel safe in our own home. I want fewer people intruding in my life with him. But all are things that a King could not provide.
So, I pull back from his embrace and whisper, "Fuck me, my King. Fuck me so hard I can no longer walk. Make me so sore that sitting down is a labor. Own me fully. So that each of your releases brings us closer together, forever."
All are lies and he looks sadly at me. Yet, he lifts me and makes me sit in his entire length. I moan at the pleasure and when we both reach our peaks; we are both crying with a need for each other.
And like what I requested, we didn't stop until I was too sore. When I get out of the room, Meeghan is still waiting for me, including the guards, who are a few meters from me.
I purse my lips and instead of approaching her, I walk back to my room. Each step is a labor, but I need to keep my grace. Tale and Khufu from Orttenburg, who teaches me etiquette, will be sorely disappointed if I break down now.
"Miss Kaiya, are you feeling faint? Should I call the warriors to carry you?"
I shake my head and continue to walk. It is as clear as day. When Theo allows me to leave, the women crowd him around the bed as if there is some delicious feast on it. They hug and kiss his body, and I leave that scene of disgusting decadence.
I enter the room and Meeghan closes it behind her. And then, all the pain crashes into me like an avalanche. I drop to the floor and flinch at the pain in my body.
Meeghan kneels before me and lifts my chin. She makes me look into her eyes. My tears fall. She should not be here. I can't let her see that I am breaking. I-She moves towards me and hugs me to her chest.
"Oh god, you poor child," she whispers. "You are too naive and honest to fall in love with a King."
In an irrational move, I wrap my arms around her waist and weep. I can't take this anymore. I am so confused. I want his love and I enjoy having sex with him. Yet, every time we do, I become like this once we separate. I know ‌I don't have his love, but every time he whispers ‌he loves me, I ‌doubt myself. I say that I am doing this for my child. And yet, here I am, breaking more than ever.
I hope I can just close my heart and let these things happen to me as if I am just an observer in my own life. I don't want to feel anymore. I don't want to feel this pain of loving him. And yet, my blasted body is always craving intimacy with him. I hate this. I hate myself.
Meeghan massages my head and soothes me. "My dear, dear child," she says. Then she hums a lullaby. She never said everything will be okay, and yet, she calms me down, to the point that finally, sleep finds me.