The morning after he'd left Cara woke rested, stretching her limbs and looking down to see her flat stomach beneath the dress she'd fallen asleep in, wishing somehow there would be a pronounced bump there already if his efforts had begun to take. In spite of their conversation earlier, she began to feel in her a deep hunger for that which she had been betrothed. Cara wanted a child. Her womb ached at the thought of her husband leaving a piece of him inside her that would grow and begin to stir beneath her skin. The first heir to a powerful dynasty and proof that she was able to deliver him what was promised.
An uncomfortably sticky feeling between her legs made her lift her skirt to see the remains of her husband's secretions before he took his leave. After, she reminded herself, he took you on the dining room table. She shuddered deliciously as a familiar feeling of arousal ran through her at the memory. When he told her he was leaving she'd asked him to stay, forgetting her place in that brief moment because she hadn't wanted to say goodbye yet.
A yawn escaped her mouth and she rolled over towards the edge of the bed. She was just about to make herself get up and bathe when she felt something hard that she'd rolled over on. Looking beneath her, she saw a thick envelope and lifted her torso to pull it free, examining the outside for some indication as to what it was. There was only one word on the front; Cara.
Curious, she leaned her head back against the pillow and undid the strings holding the packet closed and reached inside to pull out a jewelry box. Her fingers slid along the edges to open the case, and inside she gasped to find a necklace made of firestone, an incredibly rare and pricy gem which she sometimes saw adorning the throats of other wealthy noblewomen in the Tapani sector, though none of the men in her family could manage to secure it because there was such a high demand. Even more shocking, she found a matching set of teardrop earrings made with the same material.
Sitting up to admire it more, Cara turned the stones in the light coming in from the sun, watching how their coloring sparkled with clarity. The bright red and orange hues reminded her suddenly of her husband's hair. It appeared he had planned for more than one surprise on his visit.
He received another message from her much earlier than expected. By the time he had tramped through the ship the morning after his return to reach his command post on the bridge his datapad beeped with a message from her.
Thank you for the jewels. They are beautiful. They remind me of you.
-C
Another uncharacteristic twitch at the corner of his mouth was the only outward sign he was pleased by her reaction. His response back was also brief:
I'm glad you like them. Please let me know if there is anything else you need.
-H
He deliberated on whether to sign it the same way she had, thinking that it sounded very much like some romantic gesture of affection, which he of course was not prone to. Then again he supposed leaving her jewelry could be viewed as such a gesture, but it had elicited a longer response from her than he'd ever received thus far, so he relented and typed the H before sending it.
The rest of his morning was filled with dull meetings and reprimanding anyone and everyone around him. The tension had returned to his shoulders; he was rigid and impatient with any person he encountered. On the transport shuttle he'd been able to sleep until they landed but after returning to his own bed on board the Finalizer he found it a struggle to sleep again, lamenting the lack of Cara's small, warm body curled up next to his.
Hux shook his head. This ship was no place for a woman of her breeding, and she would be far more comfortable at the villa in Naboo, even if it was boring and confining. There were untold dangers to her being aboard this ship, not the least of which Ren and his tantrums which could extend to anyone and anything he considered to be expendable. If he had no qualms about destroying millions worth in equipment, Hux thought it unlikely he would control his temper better around his chief rival's wife.
By the end of the day he was exhausted, although thankful for the reprieve he'd managed to take in order to visit Cara and breed her once more. This time had been so different he realised as he climbed into bed that night. It hadn't been a simple act of her being roused to his advances; she'd even initiated congress with him when they had been in the bath. He shuddered in pleasure at the memory of her hands on his shaft, her legs wrapped around his waist and her soapy breasts against his back...
He lay there in the dark of his room; it was so black he could not even see his hand in front of his face. Absently he fingered the ring on his left hand, trying to process so many things about her. It was impossible to say he felt nothing when with his wife; indeed he was unsure how anyone could be immune to her appeal. That face, that hair, that body... he had indeed been given the total package when it came to her, and he began to see the allure of returning even more often. While it had begun in a simple effort to impregnate her, he found himself desiring her regardless. He did not attribute it to any romantic notions, merely an appreciation of her company and the bliss he felt when inside of her. If only he didn't feel such a responsibility to keep her safe he would let her remain on board with him so as to satisfy his urges more regularly.
Again he felt the urge to take care of himself underneath the covers, imagining it was her sliding along the length of his cock instead of his own hands. Of course he could have sent for a concubine, but he told himself he could wait. If Cara had been lying next to him he would have taken her again and again; indeed her body felt like a drug to him now and his limbs seemed to ache with the need to hold her once more, clutching her body beneath him as he drove into her.
The images of their past couplings brought him over the edge and he sighed when he came. This climax was enough, but still nowhere near as powerful as the ones he felt when plunging in the white hot depths of his tender young wife. With a groan he rolled over, telling himself housekeeping would wash the sheets tomorrow and he had the other side of the bed to sleep on. Even still, his last thoughts as he drifted off were of Cara's deep, piercing eyes and the way they fluttered when he thrust between her legs.
Cara stared down tearfully from her perch on the toilet, looking at the harsh red evidence that once again her body had not been hospitable to her husband's overtures. Her womb ached, but not with the stirrings of a child, rather her body shedding the lining of her uterus which would have housed the embryo.
She wept hard; hot tears streamed down her face and she howled at the walls, wanting to tear them down with her hands. In the first months of her marriage she wasn't sure she wanted to have children yet, so what had changed? She couldn't explain it even to herself but she felt the urge to break something, anything in order to help her feel better.
A knock at the door made her wipe her face with her skirt, not bothering to hide the red spot; if she was to be barren and childless sooner or later everyone would know it.
"Come in," she croaked, unable to stop a fresh wave of tears when Mira opened the door and hurried to her mistress, hugging her tightly as Cara sobbed into her shoulder.
"It's alright milady," she soothed, "There's nothing to fear. Here, let me draw you a bath and you can talk to me."
Cara sniffled but released her, hugging herself in an effort to keep from shaking while Mira busied herself turning on the tap and getting the temperature perfect before adding the bubble solution and salts. When the tub was half full Mira helped her mistress pull the stained dress over her head, discarding it on the floor as she held Cara's hand and helped her into the bath. Still crying, but less violently now she leaned back against the edge of the tub and remembered the last time she'd been in here she had been with the General. During that episode he had once again given her the means of producing a child for him, and once again she had failed. The morbid realisation set her off in a new wave of crying.
"Shh, oh milady it hurts me to see you like this," Mira's face was pained with concern.
"I haven't given Lord Hux a child again this month," she wailed pitifully, "What kind of wife am I?"
"A wife who does not see her husband often milady," Mira's voice was stern, as though she placed the blame for this squarely on Cara's husband.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Cara asked defensively, affronted at Mira's insinuation this was the General's fault.
"Milady. These things take time even when the husband is present every day. When he only visits from time to time, well, that makes things more difficult."
Cara's watery eyes became serious, "What makes you think so?"
Her servant looked down at her lap and wrung her hands together, "I hope you don't mind miss, but I wrote to my mother, and I mentioned that you were yet to be with child. She wrote back that she wasn't surprised, and you might find it difficult to conceive but if it continued that I should tell you what she told me."
Rapt with attention Cara sat forward, listening eagerly for the words of wisdom.
Mira took a deep breath before answering, "She said to tell you that there are only very specific times of the month when a woman can conceive. His lordship could take you as many times as he wanted in a single day or two but if they're nowhere near that time it won't do any good."
Flummoxed by this revelation, Cara watched Mira's face for any signs that this might be untrue, but there were none.
"But I cannot be with my husband at all times," she stuttered, "Lord Hux is away on important business. He's only able to come here when he can get time away."
"Then perhaps you need to go to him milady."
The thought dawned on her a second before Mira voiced it and she clutched her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth as she watched the waves in the tub roll out from her. Of course, it made sense. If her husband could not come to her often enough, then she must come to him. She felt stupid to have let the possibility escape her for so long, but the immediate rejoinder her mind concocted told her, If that were an option he would have already suggested it.
Perhaps not though, she retorted, Perhaps he's been waiting to see if he might succeed here first, in an effort to spare me any unnecessary discomfort.
Mira was still watching her mistress as the internal conversation played out in her mind, waiting to hear what her response would be.
"Please fetch me my datapad," she finally told her, "I need to send a message to Lord Hux."
The message was sent late at night after the General had finished showing and turned in for the evening. By the time it lit up the screen of his datapad he had already collapsed against the mattress in exhaustion, not seeing it until the next morning. In alarm, he'd looked at the screen with bleary eyes in the darkness of his room; the message was vague but direct. Come as soon as you can. Please hurry.
His attempts at responding went unanswered, and so he began to worry, thinking perhaps something had happened to Cara. Within 30 minutes he had felt panicky, imagining everything that could have gone wrong to provoke such a message with no further responses. Was she injured? Sick? Had someone tracked her down in order to use her as leverage against him?
Another half hour later he hurried to reschedule meetings and delegate the things he could not get out of to Phasma and Mitaka, purposefully avoiding Ren so he would not see his rival in distress. When everything had been squared away he marched as fast as he could while maintaining his dignity to the landing bay. This time he would not be using a shuttle, it was too conspicuous and slower than one of the TIE fighters. If he left on his own in one of those he could be there in 1 hour instead of almost 4.
Stormtroopers saluted as he walked past, deferring to him immediately when he made for the closest ship he could find. Although he had not needed to use his skills in flying aircraft for some time he had excelled at it just like everything else during his tenure at the Academy. After disengaging the locking mechanism which tethered it to the wall he started the ship; his throat constricting as the engine whirred to life and he pushed the button to make it airborne. Once he had steered the ship far enough away from the Finalizer he had hit lightspeed immediately, trying to forget the long list of things he would have to explain when he returned as he nervously fidgeted in his seat, worrying about Cara.
Upon seeing the TIE fighter arrive the next morning Cara fretted to and fro putting the final touches on herself. The new Firestone jewelry he'd given her was fastened around her neck and her ears and she smiled when Mira patted a few last strands of her hair into place; pinching her mistress's cheeks to give her a healthier rosy glow.
She watched gleefully from the balcony as her husband traipsed up the path in a rush. It had not yet occurred to her that her message might be taken badly, and so she rushed down the stairs to meet him with a huge smile plastered on her face.
The look she received from her husband was enough to wither it.
He stepped through the doors cautiously and, upon seeing her standing there smiling, instead of reciprocating his face took on an expression of confusion.
"You're here!" she rushed down the last of the steps, almost twisting an ankle in her efforts to reach him. His perplexed expression became hard, but she hardly noticed as she drew closer. She'd felt full to bursting with the information Mira had relayed last night and even though she knew some of the servants were likely listening, she felt she would combust if she didn't tell him right away. She failed to notice the subtle differences between his normal stoic face and the one battling within himself not to explode.
Her voice was low as she spoke, "Last night I had my bleeding. When Mira found out she told me something very important..." he listened rigidly as she explained what Mira's mother had said, and how upset she'd been at not being pregnant, but how hopeful she'd felt at Mira's words, hence why she had sent such a rushed message to him so late in the night. She had wanted him to know as soon as possible. Through the whole thing Cara was talking too excitedly to see the way his fists clenched, but when her spiel was recited and she finally looked to him for affirmation she watched the look on his face transform from consternation to anger.
Her own countenance immediately fell, "What's wrong?" she asked him, her brow furrowed in concern that he had come bearing bad news when she had been so ready to share hers.
The General was shaking, his eyes looked dangerous and she reached out to take his hand but he yanked it away from her, looking at the floor, the walls, the ceiling; anywhere but at her.
"I don't understand. What it is? Has something happened?" She tried to close the distance between them and he took a step back. That was when she realised his anger was directed at her.
"My Lord, please tell me what I've done? Is it because I'm still not with a child?"
His lips were pressed into such a fine line that the skin around his mouth was turning white. His foot tapped an erratic beat on the floor before he saw two servants watching from a doorway, trying to remain unseen. That made him grab her arm gruffly, beginning to trek up the stairs with little fanfare and dragging his wife behind him, leaving her little choice but to keep up.
Finally in their bedroom he pushed her through the doors first, then turned to close the door with a loud slam that made Cara jump.
"Please," she begged, terrified now, "Please tell me what I've done."
As a man who prided himself on his respectful treatment of his wife, and indeed, his growing concern for her, the General was loathe to come home and find that she had duped him in such a way, only to find her trembling now before him did he recognise she had not understood what she had caused. But that fact didn't help his anger in any way.
"Cara," his voice warned and his face darkened, "I told you to let me know if there was anything else you needed. Do you know how concerned I was when I kept sending messages for clarification and getting no response?"
She thought back to the message she had sent in a rush after Mira helped her from the bath and was braiding her hair for bed. In her excitement she had sent the missive and left the datapad in her bathroom on the vanity, not even thinking to check it again – so sure was she that her husband would come. "I just thought-"
"You just thought!" He shouted and she recoiled like a wounded animal, her frightened eyes waiting for him to strike her in retaliation for her mistake.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" he roared – his tone still irate, "I run an entire warship for the First Order. Every time I come here requires preparations and rearranging of meetings and schedules, but you send me a message like that and make me assume the worst, only to have me come here and find that you just wanted me to bed you again?"
Cara was crying now, hiding her face behind her hands and ruining the makeup Mira had helped her spend most of the morning on. She wept openly as her husband berated her until he finally stopped, seeing the effect of his words on this frail creature.
"Cara, I'm-"
She shook her head vehemently and let out a choked sob. At some point during his outburst she had slid down the wall and cowered against it, drawing her knees to her chest where she crossed her arms and now cried buckets onto her bare skin.
Stricken by her reaction, Hux tried to step forward and touch her but she flinched when he did. She knew she had no right to refuse him anything but she was too distraught to care.
He stood there horrified with himself as he towered over this sweet, innocent wife who had only wanted to see him again, to tell him what she'd learned which she thought would solve the great dilemma between them. Stars, had he made her feel this way? That she must provide him children immediately or be cast off? What kind of a monster did she see him as?
A pretty dangerous one after this his subconscious taunted him, and he crouched down besides the shaking, sobbing woman to try again.
She still flinched when he touched her and kept her face hidden from him. He tried to rub her legs comfortingly but she crossed them, a clear indication that was not welcome either.
"Cara please... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have lost my temper with you..."
It didn't matter now though. His words were hollow in the aftermath of his tirade which had essentially torn down all the trust he'd barely begun to build up.
Defeated he leaned against the wall next to her and sighed loudly, telling himself he had really made a mess of things when she finally spoke. "I just wanted to give you what you wanted, what you needed. A baby."
He sighed again, reaching out his arm to place gently on her shoulders, and this time when he touched her she did not recoil.
"I'm a foolish woman," she mumbled through her tears, although it appeared the worst of the crying was over.
"No Cara, listen to me, I am the foolish one. I assumed you wanted a child desperately because I could not be here often, it didn't occur to me until now that you felt so pressured to provide one for my sake. I never knew you were taking it this hard or I would have said something."
She snorted derisively at that, "Would you have?" she asked, clearly unconvinced.
He pulled her closer to him and, taking a chance, lifted her onto his lap where she rested her head on his shoulder as he stroked her arms and back. "Perhaps not," he admitted, "It's hard to say what I would have said or done months ago. So many things have changed since then. We've changed, even though I didn't realise it at first. Our relationship, it's..." His voice trailed off, "I don't know how to describe it. I know that I care for you and your wellbeing. I know that it hurts me to see you hurting," he paused again, "I know that I was frantic with the thought that something might have happened to you."
She lifted her head to look at him, wondering if he would say what she thought was coming, but he didn't. Instead his hand reached up to cup her cheek and wipe away a few stray tears with his thumb. "I'm sorry I yelled. I was just worried and when I saw that you were fine and I'd spent the last several hours in knots, well..." He kissed the back of her hand, "I'm sorry. It doesn't excuse it. I should never have lost my temper with you." The weight of his forehead pressed against hers and she leaned into it, their mouths so close she could feel his short breaths and see the bobbing of his Adam's apple when he spoke. This time she kissed him, tenderly and full of emotion, as though she were trying to pour all of her feelings from the last three months into the action.
Her husband returned the gesture tentatively, afraid of overwhelming her to the point that she might push him away again. He was used to employing fear in his subordinates in order to get what he demanded of them, but one thing was for sure: he never wanted to see that look of fear coming from his wife's eyes again.
The emotion of their first huge argument still ran high, and with it the need for a release of the tension both had felt build up between them. When he couldn't bear it anymore Hux deepened the kiss, exploring her tongue and her mouth as his hands caressed her legs and back from her precarious perch on his lap. They broke apart only momentarily in order to stand and then her husband was in front of her again, turning her towards the bed before she felt her body being pushed – falling with a woomph onto the mattress.
He took his time with Cara, wanting to be gentle after showing a side to her he'd hoped she would never see. His hands undressed her delicately, his every motion held her like she were made of glass and would break into pieces if he handled her too roughly.
Cara arched into his kisses and traced his lips with her tongue. Down below her hips gyrated and thrust upwards at him, begging for the release he had trained her to expect. She moaned loudly as he took her breasts into his hands, and then her nipples into his mouth. Each one received an extensive workout from his tongue and she cried out with the sensations it caused, digging her nails into his back as all the blood in her body seemed to pool towards her sex.
Naked on the bed again with a full clothed husband she shook off the feeling that this was strange. This was who her husband was, he had made that clear. General Hux was a man of power, virility, and respect. He gave orders, others obeyed them. His wife was no different, and as she felt his head dip lower – dragging his tongue across her belly and finally to the engorged lips of her sex, she reveled in the fact that he was in control, not she.
The swollen nub she'd discovered between her legs one night in the bathtub while exploring her body, trying to figure out why it responded to her husband as it did, was aching as he wrapped his lips around it, lathing it with his tongue. His arms completely encased her thighs, gripping them so tightly she could not move even when her hips tried to buck against his mouth, desperate for more relief. After discovering the nub in the bath she had taken considerable time stimulating it herself and even felt some small semblance of the release her husband provided each time he visited, but it was nowhere close to the ecstasy of the real thing.
"Unnnhh," she moaned frantically, her body begging to be allowed to thrash on the bed but her husband's firm grip refusing to allow it. All it took was the insertion of his fingers inside her and she came undone, screaming up at the ceiling as he wiped his mouth on the sheets before beginning to undress.
When at last he was also naked and had settled himself between her legs, he held himself over her and watched her enraptured face as she simultaneously came down from her high and basked in the feeling of each inch of him intruding into her. Once fully sheathed inside her he began to move, delighting in the way her lips mouthed silent words and cries, relishing the times when she could not hold back and cried out with the passion he wrought from her.
His own climax impending, Hux sped up the timing of his thrusts and tensed the muscles of his back and arms as he tried not to collapse on top of her with the force of his release. The rhythmic spasming of her sex around him coincided with an even louder scream than before as she lay helpless underneath him, riding the second wave until it was all she could do to tread water.
After he slumped to the side and pulled her to him she nuzzled his shoulder, bestowing a faint kiss on his neck that even in his post-coital stupor caused his cock to give an involuntary twitch. Instead of pressing her for another round though he settled against her, stroking the smooth expanse of her back and kissing the top of her head. Regardless of the way it had happened he was glad to be here with her again.
Cara dozed naked beside him as he contemplated what she said before he'd exploded. Bring her to the Finalizer? He had already considered the option and determined it to be too risky, too dangerous with someone like Ren on board. Not to mention the almost constant threat of attack from Resistance forces. He also needed to leave the ship frequently for business on the Starkiller, so there was no telling if her coming with him to the Finalizer would give them much more chances for copulation than their current arrangement.
Still… she had seemed so hopeful, so desperate to give him a child. He couldn't be sure how much of that desperation was grounded in her own desires or her perceptions of his. Children were not his immediate concern past the point of securing his name and giving her something to fill the years of loneliness that would inevitably characterise her life as his wife. He couldn't deny the idea that procreating would be a source of pride for him, as it was with every man, yet more than anything he felt burdened to give her what she wanted, a baby, while balancing it with what she needed, safety and protection from his line of work.
He brushed her hair from her eyes and watched her eyelashes stir as she began to wake. A small kiss to her lips was enough to rouse her and before he knew it they were rolling on the bed again, the sounds of their actions driving the other to new heights once more.
It was later in the day when they finally ventured from the bedroom. Cara's makeup had been permanently mussed and both had impossibly disheveled hair, but neither cared. The healthy glow of rampant sexual activity permeated their every move and interaction with each other; faint touches and legs grazing beneath the table with meaningful looks. Even under the cool visage her husband gave off, Cara could tell now that she got to him. It was in the way he watched her while they coupled, his eyes intent on seeing her reactions. It was in the way he held her before and afterwards, the gentle displays of affection seldom given but always appreciated. It was in the way he had strived to make amends with her mere moments after verbally berating her for bringing him here.
Hux also knew this. Whether or not he could attribute his feelings for to her any measurable romantic notion, he knew that his attitude in regards to Cara had shifted, and she now occupied much more of his thoughts than he had ever guessed she would. He cherished his time with her in and out of the bedroom; the subtle nuances of her character, voice, expressions. All of it fascinated him, all of it made him crave her more.
After lunch they opted to take a walk down the paths that winded around the mountain like a maze, enjoying the lazy summer day and temperate climate. The air was cool, not muggy for this time of the year and Hux was grateful his in-laws had seen fit to give them a home that wasn't overtly hot or humid. A steady, refreshing wind grazed over the mountains and swept past them, cooling their cheeks and catching tendrils of Cara's hair.
When they were far enough away from the villa that no servants could hope to see or hear them, Cara grinned at her husband lasciviously, her thoughts turning towards more lewd inclinations. The General didn't seem to notice though, he was still walking unawares, his hand loosely holding hers, and she decided she might need to get his attention.
Up ahead there was a particularly dense patch of forest, where the tops of the trees grew thicker and greener. Shafts of sunlight could peek through and the wind jostled the leaves, giving it a serene atmosphere.
Without warning she released his hand and ran towards it, calling out, "Race you!" behind her. It didn't take long for them to reach the alcove, and when they arrived, cheeks flushed and chests heaving, Hux looked at his wife and saw her as she wanted to be seen.
The way the breeze played with her hair and ruffled the skirt of her dress, pressing it against her firm legs that only recently had been wrapped around him, all contributed to the rigid erection he felt out of nowhere. Pretending to be unaware, she turned her head to look up at the treetops and stretched out her arms, watching how the sunlight played across her skin from the spots where it broke through the trees and danced as they swayed in the wind.
He deliberated on the decision before glancing behind him and deciding to throw caution to the wind. Cara had scarcely opened her eyes to peek at the effect she was having on him when the General's body collided against her, practically throwing his wife against the nearest tree with the sudden animal need to take her now.
Clothes were not even removed, merely lifted and unfastened enough to allow them to join together, her sex already wet and ready for him.
"Hmm, someone wanted this didn't they?" he grunted into her ear as he thrust into her body and she whimpered her assent.
"Yes," she gasped, her body almost crushed between him and the tree.
"You like that? Hmm?" he uttered huskily and she moaned at the words.
"Yes," she breathed, clinging onto him for dear life as the affirmation caused him to thrust deeper.
"Does that feel good?"
The wail she gave was taken as another 'yes' and he pumped harder, "Do you want me to give you a baby?"
Cara's eyes widened at the suggestion. This was the most conversation she had ever heard from her husband while he was in the midst of taking her, but the words made her quake against him even harder with their suggestiveness.
"Please," she begged him, desperate for his seed now and she bucked her hips erratically against him, hungry for his release to flood her womb.
His hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, "Hold still then sweetheart, let me give you want you want," his hot breath in her ear sent her spiraling and the movement of his hips combined with her inability to move her own left her entirely at his mercy. She didn't even notice the term of endearment, nor the way the bark of the tree at her back dug into her bare shoulders. Cara barely registered anything in the midst of her impending ecstasy except her body's frantic motions to help her find it. When it finally hit her it was like a wave, towering higher and higher as it grew then finally crested—the magnitude of force behind it left her screaming. A flock of birds alarmed at the sudden noise raised their wings in unison and took flight as her small body continued to be thrust against the tree by her husband until he groaned out his own climax a minute later, filling her with his sperm.
"Oh, oh, OHHH" she suddenly felt his fingers delve between the two of them, not content at giving her just one. She writhed between the tree and her husband under the ministrations of his hand against the sensitive nub between her legs until he finally made her succumb to her passions a second time, tears flooding her eyes with the severity of it.
Helplessly limp again, she felt her husband slump to the ground, pinning her underneath him on the forest floor as they both tried to regain their breathing. His flaccid cock was still warm inside of her, acting as a plug to make sure he kept as much of his essence in her as possible.
Cara had just enough energy to lift her head and kiss the tip of his ear before letting it sag back to the ground. Her husband proceeded to kiss her languidly, his tongue soft and gentle against her own. When their mouths pulled apart he peppered her face with kisses and she felt him harden again. How was this happening? Her own body was spent, lying helpless beneath him and he began a steady rhythm once more, both breathing heavily as their sweaty bodies began rutting on the forest floor. This time he barely lasted a minute, grunting in his determination to fill her again. The exquisite agony of her heat drove him into her again and again as he felt his shaft deflate inside her a second time, utterly complete.
That afternoon she fell asleep only after he'd ravished her twice more. Somewhere in her dozing she felt his lips on her neck as he prepared to leave.
When she finally did rise, he had left a note on the nightstand for her, Send word in a few weeks if you find you're still not pregnant and I will send a shuttle to retrieve you.
Thus the next 3 weeks passed painfully slowly, and when her bleeding returned instead of feeling apoplectic she felt nervous elation. She was going to be with her husband every night for the foreseeable future, she would know what it felt like to be a normal wife instead of one hidden away in the mountains waiting for a quickening in her womb and periodic visits for passion.
She sent her response almost a week later, the day she was sure her bleeding had stopped and his reply came back within the hour.
Ready yourself to leave in a few hours. The shuttle should arrive to fetch you before dinner.
She was going to the Finalizer.
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