Elli couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped her at the deep penetration. Roke might not be drawing his shaft out of her pussy and thrusting back in, but with each stroke he was pressing it deeper inside her and making her feel even more open and helpless and hot.
“Is this all right, sweetheart?” he growled behind her as he continued to move against her. “Does it feel all right to have me so deep inside you?”
“It…it doesn’t hurt me,” Elli assured him, since that seemed to be what he was asking.
“Good. Work with me, then,” he murmured. “Move with me—pretend we’re really fucking just like everyone else.”
“Yes, Roke,” she gasped and tried to do as he said, bucking her hips against him as he filled her.
“Gods, such a tight little pussy,” she heard him rumble behind her and then he was pushing into her even more vigorously.
Elli moaned in pleasure. The new motion caused the heavy sac which hung beneath his shaft to slap against her secret spot, which was exposed by her spread pussy lips. The resulting sparks of pleasure made her whole body tremble.
Goddess! she thought, tilting her hips to get more of the delicious sensation. It’s almost like he’s really fucking me—really breeding me!
As though in answer to her thoughts, she heard the voice of the Crown Prince again.
“Of course,” he called out, panting from sexual exertion. “A buck doesn’t…doesn’t finish breeding his doe until he shoots his seed inside her. And a doe hasn’t been properly bred unless…unless one can see the buck’s seed dripping from her pussy when he finally withdraws from her!”
As he spoke, he grunted and gripped his partner’s hips before thrusting as deeply into her as he could. His face contorted and Elli thought he must be coming inside his chosen noblewoman—filling her womb with his seed. Then, with a low groan of pleasure, he pulled out of her and had her turn her bottom to the room. From between her spread legs, Elli could clearly see his seed dripping.
She bit her lip at the sight.
Clearly the Crown Prince had come inside the Tenebrian noblewoman and just as clearly, Roke would have to fill Elli’s pussy with his own seed or they would be accused of incorrect Mirroring.
What were they going to do?
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Gods, what in the Seven Hells were they going to do now?
Roke stared with disbelief at the scene on the raised dais. The Crown Prince was looking right at him and Elli. It was clear they weren’t going to be able to fake this.
But I can’t come in her, he protested to himself. If I come in her, I’ll want to bond her to me. Hell, I already want to bond her!
Indeed, his fangs, which had been little more than vestigial stubs his whole life, had suddenly grown and they were itching and throbbing to sink into the side of Ellilah’s vulnerable neck and fill her with his Essence, thereby bonding the little priestess to him for life.
Can’t do that! he told himself sternly. I am Havoc—and Havoc DO… NOT…BOND!
But then what was he going to do?
Ellilah seemed to have the same question. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes wide with uncertainty.
“Roke?” she moaned softly, looking up at him. “How…what…?”
“I don’t know,” he growled. “I only know I can’t bond you to me!”
For a moment he saw that flash of hurt on her lovely face again, and then it was gone.
“All right,” she said, tilting her chin defiantly. “I…I understand. Then can you…can you spill your seed in me without bonding me to you?”
Roke explored the newly sharpened points of his fangs and winced as he cut the tip of his tongue against one of them. Oh yes, he could fill her pussy with his cream without bonding her. He didn’t want to—his entire body cried out at him to bite her at the moment of orgasm and bond her to him. But it could be done.
“Yes,” he said shortly. “I can fill your pussy with my seed without bonding you to me.”
“Then do it, Roke.” Setting her jaw, she raised her bottom even higher, pressing his shaft even more deeply into her tightly-stretched pussy. “Do it—fill me with your seed. Come inside me.”
“Gods, little priestess—I shouldn’t!” he groaned. “Shouldn’t be doing any of this.”
“But we have to.” She caught his eyes with hers and looked at him directly. “So do it, Roke. Fill me up until your seed drips from me when you finally pull out of me. There’s no other way to get through this. And if…” She licked her lips, betraying a bit of nerves on her part. “And if you have to actually…actually fuck me to do it, then go ahead. I don’t…don’t mind.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t—” Roke stopped in mid-sentence. It was true that in order to build the necessary friction to orgasm, he might indeed have to fuck her more fully. But not much, he swore to himself. I’ll only do what’s necessary.