Chapter 614: Quest For Twins [+18]

Elsa remained draped over Damian, both of them still catching their breath in the blue-lit chamber. Her chest rose and fell against his, the lingering heat of his release still warm inside her. After a long moment she pushed herself up on her hands, looking down into his eyes with a faint, almost teasing curve to her lips.

"You know," she said softly, "cumming this much inside me may end up getting me pregnant."

Damian’s expression shifted at once. His brow furrowed, the lazy satisfaction in his eyes replaced by genuine surprise.

"How is that possible?"

Elsa rolled her eyes, the gesture carrying a touch of exasperation and amusement.

"I’m an elf-born, of course. My powers revolve around nature and vitality. And before I met Lazarus I was a nun in the Church of Vescara."

The words landed like a quiet blow. Damian’s eyes widened. He shifted beneath her, propping himself up on his elbows so that their faces were closer, her body still straddling his. For a full minute he simply stared, processing the revelation. An elf-born former nun. Nature and vitality. The possibility of children.

It took a moment but it slowly began making sense. When he met her, she did heal him, bringing up his vitality with just a kiss and despite her greedy nature she doesn’t have the dangerous and vile presence his concubines like Mary and the others carry.

Only now did Damian realize he has not been paying much attention to her for a while. When he finally spoke again his voice was quieter.

"Then why didn’t you have a child with Lazarus?"

Elsa’s expression softened, though a shadow passed behind her eyes.

"Because we wanted to raise our child in Abode. We never got to reach that goal because someone killed him. By the way... why do you think I tolerated him for so long?"

Damian fell silent. The pieces settled into place with uncomfortable clarity. He nodded once, almost to himself. If Elsa could bear children for him, that meant he might soon have offspring from both his first and second wives.

The silence stretched. Elsa’s face tightened with unease. She mistook his quiet calculation for rejection.

"It’s alright if you don’t want a child with me," she said, already shifting her weight to climb off him. "Let’s just stop here then."

She started to rise and Damian sat up in a sudden surge of motion. His hand closed around her wrist and he pulled her back, throwing her down onto the mattress with enough force that she landed on her stomach with a soft gasp.

Before she could twist around he was already over her, knees spreading her thighs, one large hand pressing between her shoulder blades to keep her in place.

He drove into her from behind in a single, deep thrust.

Elsa’s cry tore through the chamber. It was loud, raw and startled by the sudden stretch of her pussy. Damian leaned down until his mouth brushed the shell of her ear.

"Let’s make twins."

Then he began to move.

There was nothing gentle left in the rhythm. His hips snapped forward hard and fast, each thrust burying him to the hilt and forcing a fresh cry from Elsa’s throat. He gathered a thick handful of her hair and pulled her head back, arching her neck so that her face was lifted toward the glowing crystals overhead.

Her screams grew louder, echoing off the stone walls as he pounded into her without restraint. The wet, heavy slap of skin on skin filled the room. Every time he bottomed out she felt the impact deep in her belly, the overstretched walls forced to yield again and again.

Minutes passed in that relentless pace.

Damian released her hair. His palm covered her mouth instead, muffling the cries while he continued to fuck her with the same punishing intensity. He leaned close once more, voice a low rasp against her ear.

"Be quiet and take this dick... Gentle sex won’t get me twins."

He kept his hand sealed over her mouth while his tongue traced the outer curve of her ear, then dipped inside in slow, deliberate licks.

Elsa shuddered beneath him, the dual sensation of the rough fucking and the intimate wetness of his tongue making her thighs tremble. Her muffled moans vibrated against his palm. He licked again, slower, matching the deep, driving thrusts that never slowed.

The pressure in his core built rapidly.

When the climax approached he dropped his head to the side of her neck. His teeth sank into the soft flesh hard enough to break the skin.

Elsa’s entire body jerked. A sharp, broken sound escaped around his hand as the pain and pleasure collided. Damian held the bite while he came in thick, heavy pulses flooding her already full pussy, adding to the earlier load until the excess was forced out around his shaft in warm rivulets that ran down her thighs.

Elsa shivered violently through it, inner walls clenching and fluttering around him in helpless spasms.

Only when the last pulse faded did he release her neck and withdraw. He rose to his feet at the side of the bed and looked down at her.

Elsa lay on her stomach, breathing in short, ragged gasps. A dark hickey bloomed on the side of her neck where his teeth had been; thin strings of blood traced slow paths down the curve of her throat and onto the sheets. Her legs remained loosely parted, cum continuing to leak from her in thick, glistening strands.

Damian’s cock, soft only moments before, began to thicken and rise again under her half-lidded gaze. Elsa’s eyes caught the movement from the corner of her vision and they dilated sharply shock and a flicker of genuine horror mixing with the residual haze of pleasure.

Damian’s voice was calm, almost conversational, as he watched her reaction.

"You wanted to help me cultivate, right? Be prepared to be fucked like never before for the rest of the week." he said. "By the time we are done, you would to sore down there to have sex for another thousand years."

His cock stood fully hard once more, thick and ready, the head already glistening with the mixture of their combined fluids.