Chapter 910: I Want To Know!

Ragnora’s mind was a hurricane of it’s own.

’What is happening? How did we go from him sucking my breasts to him offering me a child?’

’What exactly is going on tonight!?’

The proposition in front of her was more overwhelming than any battle she’d ever fought.

A child. An actual child. Growing inside her. Calling her mother. Looking up at her with eyes that might be blue like his or gold like hers.

’I should say no. I should absolutely say no. This is going too far! Even if he’s willing, what would the child think?!’

’What would they think when they learned how they were conceived? That their mother paid their father for the privilege of their existence?’

’It’s insane! It’s completely insane!’

’I should reject him right now. I should—’

And then, unbidden, another thought rose up.

’If Cassius and I really had a child...what would they look like?’

The question seized her imagination and refused to let go.

’Would they have his handsome face? That pale, elegant skin? Or would they inherit my crimson coloring? Or maybe—maybe a blend of both. A lighter red. Something rose-gold, like the sky at dawn.’

’What about hair? We it be white, soft and straight, or mine, rough and curly. Would our child’s hair be somewhere in between?’

’And horns—would our child have horns like mine?’

’Or would the human blood override the ogre?’

’What size would they be? Would they be small and delicate, or proud and curved?’

The thoughts wouldn’t stop. They cascaded through her mind like water through a broken dam.

’What about eyes? Blue like his or gold like mine?’

’His small, elegant ears or my larger ones?’

’His slender lips or my thick, plump ones?’

’Would they be tall...?’

’Would they be strong...?’

’Would they inherit his impossible charm, or my sense of duty...?’

And beneath all the questions, a single truth was crystallizing in her heart.

’I want to know.’

’I want to know what my child would look like. I want to see their face. I want to hear their voice. I want to watch them grow.’

’I want...a child!’

’E-Even if Cassius isn’t there, even if this child has no father—I will love them! I will love them twice as much as any mother ever could!’

’I’ll give them all the love I never received from my own parents. I’ll protect them with every ounce of strength I possess.’

’No matter what problems come. No matter what the world thinks. I will deal with it all!’

’Because I just want to know what my child looks like. What they sound like when they call me Mama. Mommy. Mother.’

’I want to know.’

The realization settled over her and she looked down at Cassius, and her golden eyes were blazing.

"I want a child, Cassius."

He went very still.

"I don’t know how it’s going to work out." She continued, her voice growing stronger with each word. "I don’t know what the future holds. But right now, in this moment, what I want more than anything in the world is to have your child."

Cassius’s heart soared!

’Let’s fucking...GOOOOOO!!!!’

He wanted to leap from the bed and dance a jig. The bet had paid off. This magnificent, powerful, impossible woman was looking at him with love and desperation in her golden eyes, asking him for a child and he had never felt so victorious in his life.

But he forced himself to stay composed and forced the grin on his face down to something more controlled.

"Well then." He said, a teasing note creeping into his voice. "It’s going to cost you quite a pretty penny, Commander. A child from me doesn’t come cheap. Ten thousand gold coins will just about bankrupt you."

Ragnora laughed—a wet, joyful sound.

"Take it. Take all of it! My savings, my artifacts, my jewelry, everything I’ve been given over the years. Take it all." She leaned closer, until their foreheads touched. "As long as I can have your child, I don’t care about any of it."

And then she kissed him.

Kiss!?~

It was fierce and desperate and full of all the feelings she couldn’t put into words. Cassius matched her passion, pulling her close, one hand fisting in her wild black hair.

The kiss deepened, and the heat between them, banked for the last few minutes, roared back to life.

But even as he responded, his mind was working.

This wasn’t enough. The sofa was too cramped. The angle was wrong. If they were going to do this, they needed proper space.

He made a decision.

His hands slid down to her ass, gripped her cheeks firmly. And then, with a surge of strength that should have been impossible, he lifted.

Ragnora broke the kiss with a gasp as she felt herself rising into the air.

"Cassius! What are you—how are you—"

He was actually carrying her princess-style, just like in the novels, except it the small, delicate-looking man carrying the massive, powerful warrior as though she weighed nothing at all.

"How are you doing this?" She demanded, her voice cracking with disbelief. "I weigh more than—you shouldn’t be able to—this isn’t—"

"Strength-enhancing pill." Cassius said casually, already walking toward the bedroom. "Took it earlier. Very potent. Extremely expensive. I’ll add it to your bill."

"A pill? What kind of pill could possibly—I’ve never heard of anything that could—"

"And you’re not going to hear any more about it tonight."

He carried her through the doorway into her own bedroom, where her enormous fur-covered bed dominated the space, and tossed her onto it.

She landed with a soft bounce, her dark hair fanned out around her, and Cassius stood over her, eyes blazing with intent.

"We’re done talking about pills and politics." He said. "Tonight, we’re making a child."

Ragnora’s whole body throbbed at the words.

She lay there, propped on her elbows, looking up at him with a face that belonged to a shy maiden cornered by a villain. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her thighs pressed together as though she could hide herself from view.

And Cassius, seeing her like that, felt his control snap.

"No more stalling." He growled, crawling onto the bed. "Let’s get this off."

His hands found the waistband of her skirt and tore it away with a single rough motion. Ragnora let out a small cry, half shock and half something else entirely.

"My skirt—Cassius, you tore it—"

"You’re already paying for a baby." He said dismissively. "A skirt and underwear are pocket change at this point."

But then he frowned, because Ragnora had clamped her thighs together.

Her hands had also flown down to cover herself, blocking access to the treasure he so desperately wanted to claim.

"What’s this?" He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "You do realize that to make a baby, I need to use that hole of yours, don’t you?"

He punctuated the question with a firm smack to her ass.

Smack!

Ragnora whimpered.

"Spread your legs, Commander."

"I...I can’t."

"Why not?"

"Because..." Her blush deepened impossibly. "Because I haven’t...maintained things. Down there. It’s been a very long time since I...attended to that area. It’s quite...it’s a mess, Cassius. It’s embarrassing."

"A mess?" Cassius let out a low chuckle, already gripping her thighs and beginning to pry them apart. "I love messes. Show me the forest you’re hiding, Commander."

Before she could protest further, he used that strength again and forced her thighs open.

And then he saw.

"Oh my gods." He breathed. "It really is a forest."

Ragnora made a small, mortified noise and turned her face away, covering her eyes with one massive hand.

But Cassius was utterly transfixed, his gaze roving over her with the reverence of an explorer discovering uncharted territory.

The first thing that struck him was the size. Of course it was—everything about Ragnora was larger than life, and this was no exception.

Her sex pussy at least three times bigger than any he’d seen before, the outer lips impossibly plump and full, glistening as though they’d been oiled.

Pressed together the way they were, they looked almost like a ripe fruit, split down the center and begging to be tasted.

’I’m going to devour this.’ He thought, his cock already throbbing painfully against his trousers. ’I’m going to worship every single inch of this magnificent cunt!’

But inside, Cassius realised was a different story entirely.

The inner folds were a soft, tender pink—such a contrast to the powerful crimson of her exterior that it made his breath catch.

They were fragile-looking, almost translucent at the edges, layered in intricate patterns that reminded him of flower petals or butterfly wings.

The flesh here was also shining with her arousal and so sensitive that even the whisper of his breath made her twitch.

And at the very center, her hole was so impossibly small he could barely make it out. A tiny, fragile flower hidden deep within a wild and untamed garden.

Finally, above it all, crowning the whole breathtaking sight, was the forest she’d warned him about.

She wasn’t exaggerating. The hair between her legs was thick and curly and abundant—a wild, dark mane that spread outward in every direction, framing her sex like a lion’s mane framed a king’s face.

It gave her an untamed, primal beauty that made his mouth water.

He’d thought Skadi, with her wolf heritage, had the thickest growth he’d ever seen.

But Ragnora was giving her genuine competition, and the thought made his head spin.