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Her back hit the wall with a stuttering breath, and Lucanis didn’t stop.
He was already inside her - already fucking her slow, deep, reverent. One arm around her thigh, the other curled behind her shoulders, anchoring her like she might float away if he let go. Rook’s legs were wrapped tight around his waist, cunt slick and clenching with every thrust, dragging moans from both of them.
She whispered his name like prayer, like invocation.
And then he went still.
Not just his body. Everything.
A shiver ran through him - a ripple beneath the skin. His hands tensed. His breath stopped.
And when he looked at her, violet light glowed in his eyes.
“Lucanis?” she whispered, though she already knew the answer.
“No.”
His voice was deeper. Splintered.
“He gives you this. Again. And again. But you. Waste it.”
Before she could speak, he snapped his hips forward.
Rook gasped - he was still hard, still buried inside her, but his rhythm had changed. No longer slow. No longer seeking her pleasure. Every thrust now was measured, full, final.
“This is not. For moaning. It is not. For heat. It is. To. Make.”
She clutched at his shoulders, trembling. “Spite-- what are you doing?”
But she already knew.
He didn’t answer her with words.
He fucked them into her.
His cock drove deep, hitting a spot that made her see stars. Her cunt was already soaked, already dripping from the way Lucanis had wound her up. But this was different. This was--
Oh. He’s trying to breed me.
The realisation landed low and hot, curled tight in her belly.
He didn’t know she was on herbs. Didn’t understand anything but purpose. His cock was thick, hard, relentless - spreading her open, pushing into her like he could carve a place for himself in her womb.
“This is. What it is for. To be filled. To take.”
He pulled out halfway - slow, deliberate - and then thrust back in, and Maker, she felt it all. The stretch. The weight. The drag of his cock against her walls, slick with both their fluids.
“You open. So easy. So warm. And ready. But you never. Give him. Progeny.”
She whimpered, breathless, her cunt fluttering around him.
“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” she whispered.
“Yes I do. To leave you full. Let it take.”
He spun her, guided her down over the pantry table. Her chest hit the wood, cheek pressed to the cool surface. He kicked her legs apart and slid back inside in one unbroken stroke.
Rook moaned - loud, helpless. Her pussy was soaked, sucking him back in with every desperate, greedy pulse.
She couldn’t lie to herself.
She wanted it.
She loved it.
Every thrust made her belly slap the table, made slick drip down her thighs. His cock filled her so deep she could feel it pressing at the very centre of her.
“This is. Where. It should go. Here.” His palm splayed over her abdomen, possessive. “You will. Carry. For us.”
A tremor rocked through her, her thighs shaking. She squeezed around him, couldn’t stop.
“M-Maker,” she choked, “you want to breed me.”
“Yes.”
He snapped his hips forward - hard.
“You are. A vessel. To be bred. And Lucanis will. Adore you. For it.”
Her climax hit her like a scream.
No warning. No lead-up.
Just white-hot heat, her cunt spasming around his cock as he fucked her through it. She moaned - low, wrecked - her nails digging into the table, her entire body clenching down to take.
Spite growled in Lucanis’ throat; voice low, reverent.
“Made for this. Wet. Open. Needing. You will. Keep me. Us!”
His thrusts turned erratic, sharp. She felt his hips stutter - knew he was close. Her pussy was soaked, stretched, trembling with every pulse.
And then he buried himself one last time.
He came with a groan so deep it shook her spine, cock pulsing inside her - hot, heavy, flooding her womb with thick, endless spurts.
She gasped. She could feel it.
Sticky warmth leaking from her. Spilling back around his cock, dripping down her thighs.
He didn’t pull out.
He stayed there.
Held deep, locked in place like her cunt was meant to keep him.
“Full now. Not wasted. You swell. You carry.”
No, she thought distantly, still dazed, still wrung out. I won’t. The herbs will hold. It’s fine.
But she didn’t say it.
Didn’t want to ruin the look of pride on his face - Lucanis’ face, twisted with something raw and dark and so satisfied.
He leaned over her, breath hot at her ear.
“Perfect.”
And then - quiet.
His weight shifted. His body sagged against hers.
When he moved again, it was Lucanis.
Blinking.
Breathing.
Confused.
“Rook…?” he said hoarsely, voice unsteady.
She turned her head just enough to see him, her body still slick and soaked, his cock still resting deep inside her.
She smiled, slow and aching and soft.
“You came back.”
He blinked again, searching her face.
She reached up, touched his cheek. Still flushed. Still glowing faintly in the low light.
Still his.
Somewhere inside him, Spite was watching too.