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She hums, arching into my touch, my seeking mouth. "Is that so?" she wonders archly, a shiver rippling through her as I lick a slow, savoring stripe up the column of her throat. "And just what might those thoughts entail, my lord? What wicked imaginings hover behind those eyes?"
I groan, my hips pressing hard into the cradle of her thighs. Gods, the things this woman does to me, with a throaty purr and a roll of her magnificent body. The way she can take me from statesman to slavering beast, with no more than a whisper and a wriggle.
"Lily," I rasp, my voice gone strained. "Love. Unless you want me to throw you down and ravish you right here, in full view of every eye in that hall...I suggest we take this somewhere more private."
"Private?" she echoes innocently, even as her hands slide down my back, clever fingers seeking the edges of my armor, the laces of my breeches. "Why, Grok, are you suggesting something salacious? Some primal claiming, unfit for public display?"
I bare my teeth, every instinct roaring to life like wildfire in my blood. "No, wench," I growl, catching her wrists and pinning them above her head, against the rough stone of the garden wall. Leaning in until our lips are a mere breath apart, our eyes locked in the dark. "I'm not suggesting. I'm telling."
She shudders against me, her lips parting on a needy little whine. "Then take me, husband," she pants, writhing in my grip like a wild thing, wanton and unashamed. Her hips grind against my straining erection, the heat of her core searing even through our clothing. "Take me to our bed and make me yours. Again and again, until there's no part of me that doesn't bear your mark, your claim."
A red haze descends, the last thread of my control snapping like a frayed bowstring. With a roar that shakes the leaves from the trees, I hoist Lily into my arms, her long legs wrapping eagerly around my waist. I cup her ass, squeezing the ripe globes as I rut against her clothed sex, our moans mingling in the charged air.
And then I'm moving, striding across the gardens with single-minded purpose, my prize clutched tight to my chest. Lily mouths at my neck, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin, sending jolts of heat straight to my aching cock.
"Grok," Lily gasps as I carry her over the threshold of our chambers, kicking the door shut with a resounding slam behind us. "Please, my love...I need...I need you to?—"
"Hush," I command roughly, tumbling her onto the furs of our bed. She lands with a little bounce, hair spilling in a wild crimson halo around her flushed face. I follow her down, covering her, caging her beneath the bulk of my body, grinding my rigid length against her aching center. "I know what you need, wife. What you crave..."
I lave my tongue along the upper slopes of her breasts, reveling in the salt-sweet taste of her, the way she bucks and keens beneath me. Grasping the flimsy fabric of her gown, I yank, the satisfying sound of rending cloth filling the air as I bare her to my hungry gaze. Rose-tipped breasts heave as Lily gasps, rosy nipples puckered and begging for the attention of my mouth, my hands.
"And I aim to give it to you," I vow darkly, palming the ripe swells, rolling the stiff peaks between callused fingers until she writhes, hips undulating against me, painting my thigh with her slick arousal. "To fill you, fuck you, until you're senseless and sobbing with pleasure. Until you're swollen with my seed, ripe with the promise of the babe we'll make together..."
She cries out wildly at that, nails scoring my shoulders, my back, as she bows like a drawn bow beneath me, pressing her dripping sex against my throbbing cock in blatant, wanton invitation. "Yes," she hisses, eyes fever-bright and boring into mine. "Yes, Grok, please...breed me, my love. Plant your seed deep and give me your child, your heir."
My shout shakes the rafters, a primal roar of possession, of intent. With frantic hands I shred the remains of our clothing, too desperate to bother with finesse. And then, at last, I'm surging into her, velvet flesh parting for rigid steel, molten heat engulfing me to the root as Lily takes me to the hilt with a high, keening cry.
I take her with a ferocity bordering on frenzy, lost to the need, the pulsing imperative, to claim and mark and fill her to overflowing. She meets me thrust for thrust, her slick channel rippling and grasping, eager to milk me dry. Our sweat-slicked skin slaps obscenely as we rut like beasts, like the primal forces of nature we are in this moment.
"I love you," I pant into the sweet curve of her shoulder, punctuating each word with a hard, deep flex of my hips, angling to hit that secret spot that makes her keen and convulse around my driving length. "I love you, Lily, my heart. My home."
"Always," she sobs, her fingers tangling in my hair as she draws my mouth to hers in a fierce, messy tangle of lips and tongue and teeth. "Always, my king. My own."
Over and over I surge into her tight, clasping heat, grinding and growling, pushing her higher, harder, to the edge of madness. She shatters once, twice, gushing hot and slick over my pistoning cock, keening my name like a prayer, a promise. And finally, as her sex ripples and clenches around me like a silken fist, as her teeth find the corded tendon of my throat in a sharp, claiming bite...
Finally, with a bellow like a breaking tide, I empty myself into her. Spurt after scalding spurt erupts from my jerking cock, painting her womb, her fluttering walls, as if I could merge us on a soul-deep level through sheer ecstatic desire. As if I could pour every ounce of my love, my burning belief, into the fertile cradle of her body...and watch it take root, unfurl into glorious, improbable life.
It's that image, that promise—so audacious, so achingly dear—that swims before my eyes as I collapse atop her, gasping and spent, still buried to the hilt in her trembling sheath. Lily's arms come up to cradle me close, her legs twining with mine, holding me to her as the last shudders of rapture roll through us both.
"I can feel it," she whispers, something soft and secret in her voice. Her inner muscles flutter around my half-hard length, coaxing a groan from my raw throat. "Can't you, my love? The stirrings of...of forever, between us."
I shudder, emotion and aftershocks twining together to ball my heart, my gut. With a herculean effort, I lever myself up on one elbow, just enough to press my palm to her still-flat belly. Lily whimpers as the movement shifts me inside her, sparking oversensitized nerves. I spread my fingers wide and possessive over the smooth, sweat-damp skin, imagining the new life that could even now be kindling beneath.
"Our future, Lily," I rasp, the words thick, choked with longing, with unbearable tenderness. "Ours to nurture, to fight for. To believe in, with everything we have..."
"Everything we are," she finishes fiercely, her small hand coming to cover my own. The heat of her, the wetness still trickling from where we're intimately joined, sends a shock of visceral pride, of primal satisfaction, thrumming through my veins. Her eyes, when they meet mine, are bright with tears and glowing with staggering love. "Together, as one. Now and always."
"Now and always," I echo hoarsely, sealing it with a kiss. A kiss that quickly turns deep and drugging, hungry, drawing embers banked by satiation back to roaring life.
Lily whimpers into my mouth as I begin to move within her once more, slow and savoring, stoking the sweet ache building yet again between us. And as I sink into the welcoming haven of her body, her heart, I swear I feel the universe itself sigh. A breath of benediction...
For the promise of what we've made, the love we've nurtured.
The future we'll fight for, unto our very last breaths.
And later, twined together in the darkness, our heartbeats slowing, syncing, settling into the easy rhythms of rest...
I let myself imagine it. The promise of our love, made manifest. A child, a perfect merger of ogre and human. A living bridge between worlds, an embodiment of all that's possible when differences are celebrated rather than reviled.
