The Crown's Entrapment

Clara let herself be swept up by Gilas as she felt herself being dragged all the way back to their shared bedchamber. All the while, her mate constantly ran his hands through her body, making her feel heated enough to the point that once her back hit their bed, she was already wet and eager for him to enter her.

“Gilas… You’re really going to do this now?” she weakly asked.

“As if you don’t want it already yourself,” he hoarsely whispered into her neck. “I can feel your emotions right now. You’re burning just as hot as I am right now.”

“Then we’re both in agreement then,” Gilas cheekily chuckled. “I’ll try my best.”

From there, the next sequence of events played out almost exactly the same as the last time. Clara breathed out in arousal as her mate stripped her of her clothes. Likewise, his trousers almost seemed like it magically got thrown onto the floor, revealing to her his massive shaft that throbbed ever so deliciously to her.

Oh how badly she felt like sucking on it… is what she would’ve said if her body wasn’t already screaming for him to penetrate her.

“You’re so wet already…” Gilas throatily murmured, his fingers running through her weeping slit. “You really missed me that badly, huh…”

“D-Don’t twist my words like that,” Clara quickly retorted, although her words lacked the weight she wanted it to carry. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“But that’s not what your body is saying right now.”

Before she could reply, a moan escaped her lips as he suddenly entered her. Her insides sang praises at his intrusion, her inner walls clamping down hard as if they had been deprived of stimulation for far too long.

“Ngh… You’re so tight…”

Clara could only pant and moan as Gilas began working her body to perfection. His kisses rained havoc across her body, his lips seemingly teleporting from one sensitive body part to another as her skin burned with his every touch.

“G-Gilas…” she moaned out his name.

“You feel so good, Clara,” he mumbled out, his lips coming close to hers as he stared right through her eyes. “I love you so much…”

He then sealed her lips with his, his tongue utterly dominating hers as he took her like he completely owned her. It was too much. His hands ran all throughout her curves, her peaks stimulated by both his hands and lips as he played her body like an elegant instrument. Like piano keys, his melody made her melt in pleasure, his massive shaft only spurning her body on as she writhed and shook with each spectacular thrust.

“I-I’m close…” she weakly announced.

“Me as well,” he grunted back. “I want you to take it all… Take all that I have to offer you.”

She eagerly nodded as she felt his thrust become faster and more ragged. His shaft throbbed deliciously within her, and she could feel her body starting to burn hotter and brighter the more he began to ravage her.

His hands gripped her hips tightly as he started pumping her like there was no tomorrow. Unlike his masterful strokes from when they first started, there was no mistaking what was about to come by the end of this. The love they had permeated their Bond, but their bodies had already moved on to raw and animalistic baby-making sex.

There was no mistaking it now. Clara knew that she might end up pregnant after this.

“T-Take it all, my love!”

Clara screamed as her vision whitened out, her world exploding in pleasure as Gilas erupted within her. With one loud grunt, her mate pumped her full with his seed, each spurt only further enhancing her pleasure as she felt her legs closing around his waist. He was hilt-deep within her, and she found herself grinding her hips against his as if coaxing as much of what he had to offer into her as she could.

Their combined breaths echoed throughout their room, their exhaustion starting to get to them as Gilas laid down next to her. His shaft was still within her, but it felt more pleasant than arousing as she let him do what he wanted with her.

“That was… different…” she weakly panted.

“Different as in greater than the last time?” Gilas amusedly asked.

“I suppose so,” Clara chuckled.

They both shared a soft chuckle as they cuddled up in each other’s arms. The quiet of the room set the tone for the night, a calm and relaxing atmosphere letting them relax as they enjoyed each other’s company.

“So… What are you planning to do about Pinra?” Clara asked.

“We’ll keep an eye on her still,” Gilas replied. “I don’t think Mother would take no for an answer if we tried to stop her though.”

“Unfortunate,” she sighed. “Still, maybe she’s right. Maybe she can salvage whatever speck of good is buried deep in that woman.”

“I can only hope,” Gilas mumbled. “If there’s anyone that can draw out the good in someone like Pinra, it would be Mother.”

Clara nodded in agreement. If they couldn’t stop Shila from doing what she wanted, then the least they could do was to make sure things were safe enough for them to keep interacting. Maybe, perhaps maybe, Pinra was truly someone capable of atoning for her sins, and Mother-in-law was the only one of them kind enough to see it.

And if that was the case, then maybe she’d start trying to forgive the woman herself. She won’t forget everything, sure, but it was the first step of moving forward for everyone else involved in the woman’s former life of sadistic carnage.