Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
ASTER
Ariana’s heat finally calms enough for my queen to sleep deeply, her body exhausted from two days of constant breeding. She’s curled against my chest, my cum still leaking from her well-used pussy, her belly swollen with my seed.
It’s time to take my queen home to the palace. To the royal chambers, where she belongs.
I gather her carefully in my arms, making sure not to wake her. She murmurs something unintelligible and burrows deeper into my chest, trusting me even in sleep. The trust she has in me, her monster, her king, makes my chest tight with emotion.
I carry my omega through the maze, her small body weighing nothing in my arms. When we emerge, we’re in my private wing of the palace.
Then I lay her on the bed and watch her eyes flutter open.
She gasps at the sight. The bed is massive, built to accommodate my size, and covered in luxurious silk and furs.
Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the entire kingdom, with mountains in the distance painted purple by the setting sun.
The ceiling is painted with constellations, embedded with gems that catch the light.
“I… Where…?” she stutters.
“Our chambers,” I reply. “Where my queen belongs.”
“Aster, it’s beautiful,” she breathes, taking in her surroundings. The golden fixtures, the marble floors, the tapestries that tell the history of our kingdom.
“You’re beautiful,” I correct, running a finger over her soft skin.
She’s a mess. Hair tangled, bruises from my grip on her hips. And fucking perfect.
“Come,” I say, lifting her again. “You need a proper bath.”
The bathing chamber makes my mate go wide-eyed again. It’s a pool carved from stone, big enough to swim in, filled with steaming water that comes from the natural hot springs that run under the palace. The water shimmers with fragrant oils that will soothe her soreness.
I set her in the shallow end, and she moans as the hot water embraces her. I join her inside the tub, pull her on my lap, and start washing her. Running my hands over her generous curves.
“I can do it myself,” she says, lowering her gaze.
I chuckle. “Are you getting shy on me, little one?” I take her mouth. Tangling our tongues, sucking and biting on her full lips until she’s panting, her small hands clutching my forearms, fucking purring for me. “Let me care for my queen.”
I wash every inch of her body, careful with the places I know she’s sore. My bite on her shoulder, the marks I left all over, her thoroughly used pussy. She melts under my touch, letting me look after her.
I work precious oils into her hair. Run my hand over her swollen belly, feeling my cum still inside her. “My seed has taken root, little one. I can smell it on you.” I cup her breasts, loving how swollen they already are. “Soon you’ll be leaking milk.”
Ariana shivers despite the hot water. And I lift her from the bath. Sit at the edge of the pool, holding her in my lap to dry her lush body with plush cloths. Then I take her to the dressing chamber.
“These are yours now, my queen,” I say, opening wardrobes filled with gowns made of rare fabrics that the palace regularly replaces while we waited for the one true queen.
I reach for a tunic made of a delicate, sheer fabric that’s so thin it’s barely there, a deep shade of red that I know will look perfect against my omega’s dark skin.
I dress her slowly, letting the fabric drape over her curves, and hide nothing. Her hard nipples are showing through; the shadow between her legs is visible. She looks like a fucking vision. Then I open box after box of jewels to cover her in gold and rubies.
Ariana stares up at me with disbelief, her soft lips parted. “Aster, that’s… too much.”
I smile, cupping her cheek. “You’re the Minotaur’s Queen. You will drip in jewels, be covered in the finest silks, and want for nothing.”
I take her hand to lead her to the mirror and stand behind her, my massive form dwarfing her. Then I lean into her ear. “Look at yourself. Look at my queen.”
She stares at her reflection, the tunic, the precious jewels, her heavy breasts and stomach full of my seed, my mark on her shoulder. “I look…”
“Like mine,” I rasp.
My hands roam over her delicious curves, feeling her through the fabric. I hungrily watch her nipples harden, and my nostrils fill with the scent of her arousal.
“The heat’s coming back,” she whimpers.
“I know.” I kiss the top of her head. “But first, you need to eat.”
I guide her to the balcony where servants have laid out a feast. I sit in my massive chair and pull my mate into my lap. Ariana squirms at the feel my cock hardening under her glorious ass.
I squeeze her waist. “Eat.”
I feed her and she eats without protest, but I can feel her getting wetter, her heat building with each passing second.
“Please, my king,” she finally begs, grinding against me. “I need you.”
I stand to carry her back inside to our bed. There, I lay her out, the fabric of her tunic doing nothing to hide her mouthwatering body. The jewels on her gorgeous skin catch the light when she writhes, already desperate for her mate.
“Please, Alpha,” she begs again. “I need your cock… your knot… your cum. I need to be bred again.”
Her mad pleas make me tear her dress apart. Fuck, she’s beautiful. “Spread yourself,” I command. “Show your king that perfect little cunt.”
Ariana spreads her legs wide, reaching down to hold herself open. Her pussy is swollen, pink inside, still dripping my cum from earlier. Fucking beautiful.
I mount her in one thrust, and she screams. The gold around her neck clinks with each thrust. The bed creaks despite how sturdy it is.
“Mine,” I snarl with each thrust. “My queen, my mate, my love.”
“All yours, my king,” she sobs back.
I fuck her hard and she takes it, begs for it, her pussy gripping me like it never wants to let go.
“Gonna keep you pregnant,” I growl. “Soon as you birth our calves, I’ll fill you with more. Keep you swollen with our babies, dripping my seed, covered in gold.”
“Yes!” she screams, thrusting back into me.
My knot swells and I force it inside my little mate’s perfect slick, warmness, locking us together as I flood her womb again. And she cums with me, her body convulsing and shaking
“My perfect queen,” I rumble against her throat. “Worth every moment of waiting.”
She lets out a happy purr, already falling asleep, exhausted from the heat and breeding. I arrange us comfortably, still locked together, and pull the furs over us.
Tomorrow I’ll present my queen to her court, and make us official. But tonight, she’s all mine.