The Black Fox

Predictably, Mama doesn’t show one ounce of shock at the news, or sympathy for me.

“He’s not been fucking you. He loves you.” Mama screams like love is disgusting. Like I’m disgusting. “I can smell it all over you. You’re carrying his bastard child.”

Zacarias leaps to his feet.

Valeria turns to him, still rocking and sobbing. “I cursed you. I cursed you. Why aren’t you dead?”

Her eyes flash with preternatural greenish light and her face is transformed by a suffusion of black veins. She’s something terrifying. Something unearthly. Then, a split second later, she’s Valeria again, sobbing over her dog. Zacarias takes a step toward her, but she leaps up and runs from the room, Blanca in her arms. We hear her pitiful cries all the way down the corridor.

Zacarias and I stare at each other. The sword drops from my nerveless fingers and clatters to the ground.

I’m pregnant?

My hand goes to my belly and presses against my flesh. I seek inwardly for the truth. We had sex twice without protection. I wasn’t thinking about it in the moment or afterward because it was impossible that I was even with my Black Fox, let alone becoming pregnant by him.

Our eyes meet, and Zacarias is staring with naked longing at me. He was supposed to die, but I discovered the truth before the evil queen could kill him. I was supposed to hate him, but instead I’m carrying his child.

It’s all gone horribly wrong.

But not for us. For the queen.

Tears spill down my cheeks as I walk toward him. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his. My Black Fox. My Zacarias. Two halves of the same man.

He stares down at me, his brown eyes bewildered. “Mi niñita? What’s happening? The curse…”

“Is broken,” I whisper through my tears. “The queen tricked you into becoming two men. I think she was the fortune teller, or possessed her like she seems to have possessed my mother. No woman can love a man who is not whole. I found out, though, and I fell in love with both of you. Do you love me, too, Zacarias?”

Zacarias caresses my cheek, his face filled with pain. “But how can you love me after the things I’ve done?”

I smile up at him, remembering how he fled my room when I asked to be punished, but came back and gave me what I wanted. He ran as the Black Fox, but returned as Zacarias. “Because even blindfolded, I can see the man behind the mask.”

My lips touch his. For a moment he resists, still lost in confusion and doubt. Then his arms wrap around me and he crushes me to him as he realizes the curse really has broken, and the queen has fled.

“My Lolita. I love you, too.”

He lifts me up in his arms and carries me from the room, and then upstairs to my bedroom. He throws me on the bed and takes handfuls of my breasts through the see-through fabric, and then pinches my nipples. I can see the lust in his eyes, but there’s a spark of fear, too, and he hesitates, as if afraid that I don’t want this.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I draw him closer to me. “Daddy, will you punish me?” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. “Will you take your belt to me and tell me I’m your filthy little girl? Will you cherish me in your arms and call me your angel?”

“Lolita, I can’t—”

I take a fistful of his shirt and pull him down on top of me. “I want all of you. I want the Black Fox. And I want Zacarias, too.”

Zacarias smiles, and then grasps my hip and flips me over onto my belly. He draws the gossamer fabric of my dressing gown up to reveal my behind. “I can’t strap the woman who is carrying my child, but I can spank her till her ass glows red.”

He squeezes my ass, first one cheek, and then the other; hungry, greedy squeezes. “I get to have mi niñita every night like this?” He lifts his hand and spanks my flesh, and I squeal. “I can love her and punish her and do all the sweet and nasty things I want to her?”

I wriggle my legs open on his lap and feel myself smile against the blankets. “Yes, daddy. All yours.”

He spanks me again and again, making my flesh glow hot and sensitive. When he pulls my underwear off and plunges his fingers into me I arch my back and moan. The man I love, and I’m going to have his baby. The castillo is filled with so much love at last, and I cry out loudly as he makes me come over and over again on his fingers.

Zacarias turns me onto my back and sheaths his cock deep inside me. I look up for the first time into my beloved’s face as he thrusts into me. My beloved’s handsome face. Smiling, I reach up and twine my arms around him as he climaxes deep inside me.