Chapter 27

SABINA

Aboloft’s words hit me like a dream. Did he just ask me to bear his child? Me? A witch? A whore? He wanted ~me~ to have his child?

Was he out of his mind, or was he just messing with me? Was he playing with my emotions?

“What did you just say?” I asked, suddenly oblivious to my nakedness beneath him. His words made me forget my state of undress.

“I want you to give me a child, Bina,” Aboloft repeated, his hand sliding down to cup my breast. A moan slipped from my lips, and Aboloft looked at me with a victorious gleam in his eyes.

His touch on my bare skin felt so good, too good. It was wrong, but it felt so right. And I wanted it so much.

“I-I can’t do that, Aboloft,” I replied. His intense gaze left me breathless and my heart pounding.

His mouth had done sinful things to me, and his hand, innocently cupping my breast, made me crave his touch everywhere.

“And why not, Bluebell?” Aboloft moved his hand lower, stroking my stomach, past the spot where he bit me so fiercely, and down to the one place no man had ever touched.

“Do-don’t touch me, Aboloft,” I said, my eyes growing heavy as desire washed over me, drowning my soul in its depths.

“Say yes to me, and I will say yes to you,” he declared.

His voice was different. It was as if he knew he was cornering me, and he relished it. Aboloft sounded like a king, but not the King of Quopia. He sounded like the king of my heart and soul.

I forgot to breathe as Aboloft spread his fingers over me, touching the most intimate part of me. His touch was possessive, as if he had no intention of letting me go.

His hand shouldn’t be touching me, but my soul felt at peace, as if it had finally found what it had been longing for all these years.

“I will scream, Aboloft. I swear to God I will scream if you don’t remove your hand,” I warned, trying to glare at him, but the overwhelming sensations clouded my mind.

Aboloft chuckled deeply, the sound sending a strange thrill through me. Why was he so devilishly attractive?

Why did his dark eyes make me crave the most primal of actions?

Why did his voice send shivers down my spine?

Why did his scent make me yearn for his eternal embrace?

And why did his touch make me forget everything?

“This is a harem, my sweet. Women scream here all the time.” He leaned closer until his lips brushed my ear. “Just like I’ll make you scream in a few short moments.”

My eyes widened at his promise. “You’re crossing a line, Aboloft. I didn’t give you permission to touch me. Remove your hand right now!”

“Crossing a line? My beautiful goddess, don’t you know by now, I don’t have any lines?” My breath hitched as Aboloft slid his fingers into me, touching me, claiming me.

“Y-you’re just like them. You’re just like those monsters. They took what wasn’t theirs to take, and you’re doing the same. I’ll never forgive you.”

Aboloft was ruining me for my future husband. I knew no man would ever want me as a wife, but now, Aboloft had shattered that tiny glimmer of hope by touching me.

“Bluebell, you can’t keep throwing that in my face. It worked before, but it won’t work now, not when I’m loving you,” Aboloft said, sliding a thick finger deeper into me.

A soft scream escaped my lips as Aboloft awakened unfamiliar sensations and desires.

“Wh-what a-are y-you do-doing…” Speaking became difficult as my mind focused solely on Aboloft’s finger.

“What I’ve always wanted to do. I’m making you mine.” He slid his finger out before pushing it back in.

What my heart saw as right, my mind saw as wrong. I wanted everything Aboloft was doing to me. If there was any man I’d ever desired, it was Aboloft.

Yes, I wanted him to be my husband. I wanted to give myself to him. But this was wrong. We could never be together. He had to stop this. I shouldn’t want this. No. No.

“Stop this, Ab-Aboloft, ple-please stop,” I moaned as Aboloft inserted another finger, stretching me in ways I never thought possible.

“Tell me you’ll give me a child, and I’ll stop,” he said, moving his fingers in and out, causing my soul to fracture.

“I can’t give you a child, I can’t! Don’t you understand?” A child with me would be Aboloft’s downfall. His empire would fall. He would lose everything.

“You can, and you will. Do you hear me, Bina? You ~will~ give me a child. I won’t accept anything less.” He curled his fingers inside me, causing me to shatter into a million pieces.

Pleasure washed over me, causing my body to tremble beneath Aboloft. I lost control as I was engulfed in a wave of euphoria.

What was this? What was this sensation, this feeling? I wanted more. No, I needed more.

“Aboloft.” Somehow, I managed to say his name as my mind was overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure.

This new sensation made me feel like I had left this world and entered my own personal paradise.

“Yes, my sweet, I’m here. I’ll always be here,” Aboloft murmured, kissing my lips gently, holding me securely as I returned to reality, satisfied but also saddened.

I didn’t want the pleasure to end, but it did. And now, I craved more.

Sensing that I was no longer lost in the haze of pleasure, Aboloft gently removed his fingers from where they had penetrated my body and soul and stood up.

Aboloft undressed with a speed that was almost supernatural, leaving him standing completely naked before me.

I shut my eyes, taking in the sight of Aboloft’s bare body. I’d fantasized about this moment, about us becoming one.

I’d pictured him naked, but my imagination fell short. Aboloft, standing there, naked and proud, was the epitome of perfection. Every muscle was in its place, every curve just right.

My heart pounded against my chest, the sound echoing in the harem as Aboloft lay down on top of me. This couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream.

He wouldn’t do what I thought he was about to do. He couldn’t. Aboloft was cunning and ruthless, he wouldn’t risk his crown for me—a simple farmer’s daughter.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaky and desperate.

“Claiming what’s rightfully mine. I won’t ask anymore. I’ll just take,” he said, lying on top of me.

No, no, no, I had to stop this. This was a mistake. A huge mistake on Aboloft’s part. “Ab-Aboloft, stop this. I can give you whatever you want. You don’t have to take it.”

“I do, Bina. I do have to take it because you won’t give it to me willingly,” Aboloft responded.

“That’s not true.”

“It is, and do you know why? Because you’re too scared. You’re too scared of people who don’t matter, and you won’t give in until you’re chained to that fear.

“But I won’t wait anymore. I’ll take what I want and need from you, and in return, I’ll give you what you need.

“I’m done waiting for you to overcome this fear. It’s time I showed you who you truly belong to, who you should truly fear.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but my voice died in my throat when I felt Aboloft pushing his thick length inside me, inside the place where his fingers had explored just a few, blissful minutes before.

This was nothing like I’d imagined. I thought my dreams would remain just that—dreams. I never expected them to become reality.

But here I was, lying under Aboloft as he joined himself to me, bringing us closer than we’d ever been, making us one.

“Wha—yo—Abol—” I couldn’t form the words. My mind was solely focused on Aboloft as he slowly slid inside me, stretching me more than his fingers had.

I winced in pain as he continued to stretch me open for him, but I screamed when he thrust hard, sliding inside me completely.

“Shh, Bina. Relax, my beautiful goddess.” Aboloft showered kisses all over my face and naked body as I tried hard not to cry. It hurt. It burned.

“It hurts, Aboloft.” I whimpered, trying to adjust to his thick length inside me.

“Relax, my sweet, it will get better soon,” he assured me.

I didn’t believe him. The pain was too much. Tears stung at the back of my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. I’d dealt with pain much worse and more intense than this.

But this pain was too much, too raw. Aboloft had not only entered my body, he’d entered my soul—breaking me open for him.

“It will get better. I’ll make everything better, my beautiful goddess. I’ll take your fear and replace it with love. I’ll take your pain and replace it with pleasure.

“I’ll take your cries and replace them with laughter. I’ll take your heart and replace it with mine,” Aboloft promised as he slowly began moving inside me.

His words made me cry. They reached the deepest corners of my heart, claiming those crevices I thought would always be mine.

I wanted to cling to these promises, use them as my lifeline, but I wasn’t sure if Aboloft truly meant them.

What if he was just saying these words to make me surrender to him, so he could take the remaining pieces of my sanity?

But the way he moved inside me, touching every corner, every inch of the one place that no one had seen or touched, it made me feel something, something I was afraid to feel, to accept.

My heart, however, didn’t care, and gave itself to the man who was making me feel like I was the most precious person in his life.

“You are mine, Bina. You’ve always been mine. I let you go once. I won’t let you go again.” It surprised me how he was able to speak so coherently while moving inside me, when I couldn’t even form two words.

~Oh Aboloft, I never wanted to leave you.~

“I love you, Bina. I’ve always loved you, and always will,” Aboloft said.

Those words were my undoing. Aboloft had successfully torn down the walls around my heart and claimed it just like the king he was. That was all I ever wanted to hear from him. That he loved me.

And despite the fact that I’d promised myself I would never say those words to him, I gave in and let him conquer me, once and for all.

“Aboloft, I need you.” I moaned as that familiar sensation returned, bringing with it a heavier dose of erotic pleasure.

Aboloft increased his pace, pushing me further and further toward the edge, toward the euphoria that I craved.

“I know, Bluebell.” Aboloft kissed me passionately. “You need me. You’ve always needed me, but you never told me. And now, I’ll make sure that you’ll need me forever.”

I didn’t respond to his words. I couldn’t. I was once again lost in the whirlpool of sensations that were starting to overwhelm me.

Everything in me wanted to experience that bliss, the feeling of utter weightlessness that made me forget my existence in this cold, cruel world.

“You will give me a child, my sweet. Only you will be the mother of my heirs and the queen of my heart.”

With a deep thrust, Aboloft stilled on top of me. The animalistic groan was my only warning before he spilled his seed inside me. Marking me as his. Claiming me as his.

His moans of pleasure were enough to send me spiraling. With a cry that felt foreign to my own lips, I collapsed into a universe of stars that promised even more.

This climax was different. It was more powerful. I surrendered to the ecstasy once more, oblivious to Aboloft’s actions or words.

He gave me such pleasure, more than I could’ve ever asked for. I loved him.

Aboloft and I remained entwined for a while, each of us lost in our own satisfaction. It was only when my eyelids began to droop that he stirred.

He withdrew from me and rolled onto his side, pulling me close with my head nestled against his bare chest.

We lay in silence for a long time. I smiled, burrowing deeper into him, craving the warmth of his body against every inch of mine.

This man, this king, was truly extraordinary. There was nothing he couldn’t do. And he chose me. He chose to unite with me.

“I want a child with you, Bina. I won’t accept a refusal,” Aboloft declared, his grip on me tightening.

“Having a child with me will only bring you trouble, trouble you don’t need in your life. Believe me, Aboloft, you don’t want my child.”

I yawned as I finished speaking. I wanted to bear his child. I wanted to give him as many children as he desired, but I couldn’t do that.

“You ~will~ give me an heir. No arguments,” he ordered.

I was too exhausted to argue, so I chose to remain silent. Closing my eyes, I smiled, recalling the pleasure Aboloft had given me.

He knew exactly what I needed, and I wanted to give him everything in return for what he had done for me.

I was ready to do anything for him.

I was ready to break.