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Absently, I wonder if I have pleased her this day- if my body and my actions have given her satisfaction. Then I shake my head, scowling at my own sentimentality.
Anastasia is nothing more than a prize the king has tossed at me in exchange for continued loyalty. She is mere goods, gifted for the purpose of serving me until a new soldier can be sired- hardly worth the effort, much less concern for well-being. Especially when I’ve got my own skin to worry about.
I am just another grunt in his majesty’s army, and she is nothing more than my human whore. Nonetheless, I adjust my stance to make sure she is more comfortable, then I start to head toward my chambers.
Upon entering my bedchambers, I lay her down on my bed. It is one of the few luxuries I have taken advantage of since claiming this house, and one of the few surfaces that isn’t completely destroyed by my recent rages.
Anastasia immediately presses into the bed, body automatically curling into the blankets. Her body fidgets, and she lets out a soft whine that pulls on something buried deep within me. Silently obliging, I tug the blankets around her, watching in small admiration as she settles more comfortably.
I find myself chuckling a little at her innocent behavior, before I rise once more. My mind has little room for brooding thoughts when this human keeps me company, pliant and feisty, all at once. I allow my body to go through the actions of preparing a bath, drawing and heating the water.
While she rests and the water warms, I stride back to the kitchen to begin rummaging through the cabinets. Foraging around recalls the breakfast we shared this morning, followed by the feast I had between her legs. I swallow down the tempting memories, and manage to put together a small bowl of mixed fruit from what I find.
Food will replenish and restore my Anastasia. Keeping her healthy will please the King I reason, returning to my chambers.
With the water sufficiently warm, I ease her from her slumber into the bath, brushing aside her hazy grumbles. She relaxes into the water swiftly enough, a small smile of contentment curling her lips.
It’s an expression that makes my breath catch. I have made her happy- and the knowledge causes a thread of satisfaction to curl in my gut. She starts to drift back off however, so I slip my arms under the water, gripping her to keep her awake.
“Not yet little one, let’s finish the bath first.” My calm command has her eyes fluttering open to peer at me. “Then I will let you rest.”
“Join me?” she murmurs, her voice still laced with sleep.
My answering chuckle is a throaty, dark promise. “Later,” I reply, bringing the bowl closer. “For now, try to eat something.”
Her eyes close once more but she obeys my words, opening her delicate mouth to the fruit I feed to her. As my finger brush her lips, chapped from screaming, her tongue darts out in playful licks. Crafty little Temptress, I find myself thinking affectionately.
I draw close to her ear and give a lustful growl. “Do not start something you cannot finish, Anastasia,” I warn, even as a flicker of anticipation stirs inside me.
She huffs, but settles back into the circle of my arms, gentle and yielding. Letting the water relax her overtaxed muscles seems to do the trick, and as I later pull her from the bath, her moistened skin feels cool and soft once more.
Using a discarded sheet, I dry her body, which I cannot seem to stop touching. From delectable breasts, to succulent hips, down to precious toes- I have sampled it all, yet even touching her perfect body in this innocent way has me stirring once more. But I am spent, in more ways than one- and besides that, Anastasia needs rest.
There it is again- thinking of Anastasia as belonging to me. No gift comes without strings attached, and I cannot afford to let my guard down- especially now. Even without the expectation of progeny, I am confident I’ve only pissed Drir’gen off with our latest debate.
My thoughts turn pensive as I dress her in one of my few shirts, rescued from the bedpost. Until her arms reach to wrap around my neck, drawing in close.
“Now join me?” she mumbles, nuzzling into my collarbone.
“Yes, I’ll join you,” I whisper back, her affection banishing thoughts of Drir’gen and the King. Problems for another day I decide, bringing our bodies to sink into the bed together.
Just as before, her body twines around mine- sweet curves across my marred planes. I groan in happiness- the sensation of being surrounded by softness is entirely new to me, and stimulating in its own way.
In the dark, with nothing but my thoughts and her drugging warmth, I can admit to being enraptured by this woman. I marvel at her spirit, and her steadfast tenacity. Sex with her feels like a victory well earned, and no battle I’ve fought has driven me to the heights that bedding her has.
Had I known this precious gift would be as receptive as she was, I would have never thrown her in my dungeon cells- but straight into my bed instead. This is where she belongs anyway, and I intend to keep her in this bed as often as possible in the coming days.
Or anywhere, really. Anastasia has more than proven her adaptability and stamina; not to mention her flexibility. At the very least, I’ll bed her as often as I see fit- until she is round with my child.
The very thought sends another primal tingle of satisfaction down my spine. However wonderful her figure is now, she will simply be glorious as when she swells with my seed.
Her fingers brush along my cheekbone- I capture them, and then it is my turn to kiss her fingertips. More than anything, the king has gifted me with an opportunity- and it is one I intend not to waste.
“Thank you Anastasia,” I sound, before sleep overtakes me.
At the sight of her questioning brow, I iterate. “For the food, for the sex, f-for everything.”
“For the rest of my life, I’ll never forget the pleasure you’ve given me today.”
