Page 37 of Anorthic Anarchy

Herodius would hate this.

I plunge my mouth over each, sucking her blood from every wound up and down her arms while fucking her roughly on the table.

“What are you doing?” She can’t move but tries to lift her head as she asks.

“They want your blood. And I’m not letting them have it.” This seems to settle something inside her as her shoulders relax and she eases herself back into me. I place her arms into a folded position on her back and use them as my handle. A slap on her outer thigh makes her whimper. That sound I can’t get enough of. “You feel like you’re close. Your pussy is pulling me deeper in. Do you need to come, angel?”

“Yes, master!”

Leaning over, I place my lips on her ear. “Will you be my good girl? Not be naughty anymore?”

Her eyes flash open. “I-I can’t promise that, master.”

I try to hold it back, but a genuine, full laugh leaves my mouth and huffs onto her face. My mirth seems to worry her, so I kiss her cheek fondly. Like she’s my little girl. “Come for me. You deserve it.”

But something changes inside me as she looks at me with such desperation in her eyes. Such a jarring vulnerability. It was the same upstairs earlier. She looks at me with defiance, like I’m a monster…and she needs me.

While studying her expression, I give another forceful thrust inside and she comes all over my dick, squeezing me so fucking tight, I have no choice but to shoot my full load within her constricted walls. Close to her womb.

“You need a baby, angel.” My legs quiver as my knees weaken, but I’m still going, the ecstasy ripping down my spine like wildfire. The pleasure is astounding, more than I’ve had since I can remember. Clutching her hips, I drop the belt and stand up straight. My head hangs back while reams of my cum continue to surge within her. Thinking about her belly full of our legacy, I can’t stop pumping inside her. “Fuck!”

“I-I’m too young for a baby.”

I hold still and catch my breath, my thick cock acting as a plug for my seed. Patting her thigh streaked with red marks, I chuckle. “Yeah, you are too young. But you need one. And I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

Finally, I slip out of her, and she eases back, her legs wide as if she’s sore. “It’s tender. Like inside me.”

With a nod, I pull up my pants and slip my belt back through the hoops. “Yes. As I said, we need to get you used to my cock.” Wandering to the door, I pause to instruct her, “Take another bath and use the salve on those cuts, too.” She finds her shift dress and shakes it out, some of the diamonds of glass falling to the floor. Her baby face scans the sorry brute hanging from the stockade, his exploded head still dripping blood and tissue. “Astrid.”

She looks at me with something like disinterest.

“Astrid, you did well.”

There’s no motion to acknowledge my statement; she only covers her body with the little fabric she has and skirts past me through the door, heading toward the back stairs. I don’t know why I felt the need to praise her. These moments we’ve shared…

It’s making me feel queasy and unsettled. Out of control, which is something I never am.

Once I reach my room, the aroma of scented oils fills the space. Dilan must have prepared my bath. Sure enough, when I enter, she’s stirring the water with her naked arm. “Darling, I have it all ready for you.”

Leaning over, I press my lips to hers. “Thank you.”

She undresses me slowly, and I slip into the steamy suds, which immediately ease the tension in my neck as the water turns pink. Scooting forward, I let her slide in behind me, her legs wrapping around my waist as I lean back against the pillows of her chest. Taking her time, she massages my shoulders and uses a loofah to circle my skin.

“The healer says he’ll be here to give the girls their birth control shots on Tuesday, as well as their examinations. And yours as well.”

Nodding, I ignore her discussion of the schedule.

“Would you like me to spread word about the snake to the other families now? I can skirt past the birds next week, I believe, when they have their harvest ritual during the red moon.”

“It won’t do any good until the girl is filled with my heir. Besides, they still believe I’m the one who destroyed their families, their parents. Just let it be so.”

The sound of dripping water soothes my irritation as she takes her time to cleanse every inch of me. “Should we tell the girl that her own brother was the one to set flames to the garage to throw the blame on you? That he was with Clavius? ThatClavius killed the other clan leaders? Well, other than Franklin Von Dovish…”

My eyes close tightly. Dilan wants my name to be restored because of her respect for me. I understand, but I don’t care about that kind of esteem. “It’s not worth it. Let her believe him to be a good man who died in service as a hero.”

Her body stiffens behind me. “Why do you care?”

Staring straight ahead, I consider her question. WhydoI care?

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