Chapter 14
Andrew sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, staring out at the endless stretch of forest. The wind moved steadily through the canopy, carrying with it a soft rustling that should have been calming.
It wasn’t. Not anymore.
After everything that had happened, the silence felt different. Not peaceful. Not restful. Empty.
“Alright,” he muttered. “Let’s see what this place actually is.”
If he was going to be stuck here, he might as well get to know it.
Andrew stepped into the wider chamber. The light had shifted slightly since he had arrived, the sun now higher, casting stronger shadows across the polished wood and soft fabrics that filled the space.
It was just as beautiful as before. Maybe even more so.
And yet—there was no one there.
He walked slowly, his bare feet making almost no sound against the smooth surface. The terraces stretched out in multiple directions, connected by flowing walkways, open lounges, and carefully arranged resting areas. Beds, cushions, seating spaces… They looked unused.
Andrew frowned as he moved further. “You’d think a place like this would be busy,” he murmured to himself.
Not a single voice. No movement. No presence. Just the wind blowing.
He passed one section, then another. A lounging area overlooking a steep drop into the forest below. A partially enclosed space with curtains swaying gently in the breeze. A shallow stream running along the edge of the structure, its quiet trickle the only constant sound.
He continued walking, deeper into the chambers, curiosity pushing him forward despite the growing sense of unease. The further he went, the more it became clear that this place wasn’t empty by accident.
It was meant to be this way. Controlled and isolated. A place where nothing happened unless it was meant to.
He turned a corner into another open section, slightly more enclosed than the others, framed by thicker curtains and shaded from direct sunlight. The temperature shifted slightly, cooler here, the light softer.
He took another step and stopped. Someone was there.
A woman stood near one of the low beds, her back partially turned as if she had been examining something on the surface. She froze the moment she noticed him, her body going completely still.
Andrew felt the same jolt hit him. “Whoa,” he said instinctively.
She turned quickly, her eyes wide.
Andrew lifted his hands slightly, palms open. “I didn’t—uh—I didn’t know anyone else was here.”
The woman blinked, still clearly caught off guard. “I… I didn’t know you would be walking around,” she said.
Her voice was softer than he expected.
Andrew let out a small breath, lowering his hands. “Yeah, well… I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to.”
They looked at each other again, the tension easing just slightly, though not completely.
Andrew glanced around briefly, then back at her. “Nice to know I’m not completely alone in here.”
She stayed quiet, looking at him with curiosity.
Andrew stepped forward, extending his hand. “I’m Andrew,” he said.
The woman hesitated for a moment, then took a small step forward. “I know,” she said.
Andrew frowned. “Yeah... What’s your name?”
She held his gaze. “Helena,” she said.
Andrew let out a quiet breath, glancing away for a second before looking back at her. She was a attractive woman, her auburn hair long and thick.
“Nice to meet you, Helena,” he said. “So, you work with Valeria? Are you her assistant?”
Helena’s eyes suddenly seemed to deepen, and a blush formed on her cheeks. “No,” she said.”
Andrew swallowed as realization hit. “Uhm,” he muttered. “Wh—what are you doing here, then?”
You know why, you idiot.
Overwhelmed, he’d asked anyway.
Helena brushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she kept her eyes toward the ground. “I am one of the selected. To receive your”—she locked eyes with him—“seed.”
The timing of eye contact, and her lingering at that very word, sent a rush into his loins, which were still riled up from the Queen.
The word seed hung between them like a spark on dry tinder.
Andrew’s pulse hammered in his throat. He should have stepped back. Should have said something polite, something distant—anything to keep control of this insane new reality.
But Helena stood there in the soft light of the chamber, auburn hair falling over one shoulder, the thin silk of her gown clinging to the swell of her breasts and the curve of her hips.
He thought they had said they wouldn’t bring in women until later? This was way too fast, too sudden. Was the Queen testing him again? To see if he could handle it? Was that why she had turned him on?
The breeze drifting through the open terraces lifted the hem, teasing glimpses of Helena’s smooth thigh.
Her fingers twisted in the fabric at her sides. “The moment they said I had been chosen for the Seed Bringer. I… I couldn’t believe I got to the first one after the ritual.”
Andrew’s cock pushed hard against his boxers. He clenched a fist, trying to steady himself.
“Helena—”
She lifted her chin, those wide, forest-green eyes meeting his with a shy courage that made his chest tighten—and his cock hard.
Then she smiled, and last of his hesitation cracked.
He crossed the space between them in two steps. Helena’s breath caught as he cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing her flushed cheeks.
She was softer than he’d imagined. Warm. Real.
“Can I?” he asked, voice low and rough.
She nodded quickly, then slower, biting her lower lip. “Please.”
That soft, needy little please snapped something inside him. He kissed her.
It was a hungry kiss. The raw, primal knowledge of exactly why she was here: all of it poured into the kiss.
Helena whimpered into his mouth, timid at first, then melting against him as she kissed him back with growing eagerness.
The breeze swirled around them, cool against their heated skin. Somewhere behind them, the forest stretched endless and green, sunlight glittering on distant rivers. No one would interrupt. This entire airy, open-air palace existed for this.
Andrew walked her backward until her thighs met the edge of the low, wide bed. He broke the kiss only long enough to peel the silk gown down her shoulders. It fell to the floor, leaving her bare.
Helena’s cheeks burned crimson, but she didn’t cover herself. Her breasts were full and soft, nipples already hard from the open air and his gaze.
A neat little patch of auburn hair crowned her mound. She was breathing fast, thighs pressed together, clearly nervous… and clearly aroused.
He shed his own boxers in impatient tugs. When his cock sprang free she made a soft, startled sound that went straight to his core.
“It’s… even bigger than I imagined,” she whispered, eyes wide.
Andrew’s restraint finally burned away. He guided her down onto the bed, the soft sheets cool beneath them.
The canopy of leaves and open sky arched overhead, wind rustling the sheer curtains around the terrace. He settled between her thighs, kissing her again, slower this time, tasting her nervousness and her excitement.
His hand slid down her body over the dip of her waist, the flare of her hip, until his fingers found her slick folds.
Helena gasped sharply as he stroked her, circling her clit with his thumb.
“Ah—!”
He groaned, positioning himself at her entrance. The head of his cock nudged against her, wet with her arousal. He pushed in slowly, savoring the tight heat of her pussy stretching around him.
Helena’s mouth fell open in a silent cry. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, nails biting deliciously, giving him goosebumps.
She was incredibly tight, but so eager she kept trying to pull him deeper.
“Easy,” he rasped, though his own control was fraying fast. “Breathe, Helena. Let me in.”
She whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist. “More… please, more…”
When he finally bottomed out, buried into her clenching heat, they both moaned and surrendered to each other.
The wind again swept over their joined bodies, cooling sweat already beading on their skin. Andrew held still for a heartbeat, letting her adjust, letting himself feel her.
Then he began to move.
Long, deep strokes at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, grinding against her with every thrust.
Helena’s timid sounds quickly turned into breathless cries of pleasure. Her breasts bounced with each impact. He latched onto one of her nipples, sucking hard, and she arched with a sharp, delighted moan.
The chamber filled with the wet sounds of their movements and their skin meeting.
Andrew’s earlier hesitation was totally gone. He fucked her like a man who had accepted his role—hard, possessive, relentless. He hooked one of her legs higher, opening her wider, driving deeper.
Helena’s eyes rolled back, mouth open in continuous pleasure. “Yes—yes—please—!”
“You’re going to take every drop,” he growled against her ear, voice dark with lust. “You want that?”
His own voice surprised him. What the hell did he just say? Something about this whole situation made him feel something he had never felt before.
She nodded desperately, nails raking down his back. “Please—give me your seed—fill me—!”
The words destroyed what was left of his rhythm. He pounded into her, the bed creaking beneath them, the air carrying their cries out over the treetops.
Helena came—shuddering around his cock, her pussy spasming so hard it nearly made him cum right then and there.
Andrew followed moments later with a deep moan. He buried himself and held there as his cum flooded her, pulse after pulse, until it was leaking out around his shaft.
They stayed locked together, panting.
Helena’s fingers moved weakly through his hair, her expression soft, unfocused in a way that made her seem almost distant from the world around them.
Andrew kissed her again, softer this time, slower. There was no urgency left in it now, only a quiet kind of closeness that had nothing to do with what had just happened.
He lingered there for a moment, his head resting lightly against hers as their breathing gradually steadied.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low.
Helena’s eyes fluttered open a little more, her gaze finding his. There was warmth there, but something else too, something unknown.
“You alright?” he asked, aware he had pounded her a bit too rough.
She gave a small nod, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say more, but no words came.
Andrew smiled faintly. “Yeah… me too,” he said, though he wasn’t entirely sure what she had wanted to say.
He shifted slightly, easing the space between them just enough to look at her properly. Up close like this, she seemed different from before. Less playing a role. More real.
“What’s your name again?” he asked, even though he already knew it. He just wanted to hear her say it.
“Helena,” she said softly.
“Helena,” he repeated, the name rolling easier now. “I’m Andrew. Not ‘Seed Bringer.’ Just… Andrew.”
That earned the faintest hint of a smile from her. “I know,” she said again.
He studied her for a moment, searching for something to hold onto. “So… what do you usually do here? When you’re not—” He stopped himself, exhaling lightly. “You know.”
Her gaze shifted, just slightly. Not away from him, but not fully on him either.
“I serve when I am called,” she said.
That answer landed with a dull weight. Andrew let out a quiet breath. “Right,” he murmured. “Of course.”
He wanted to ask more. Something real. Something about her, not this place, not the role she’d been given. What she liked. What she thought about all this.
But before he could—a sharp sound cut through the moment.
Clap.
Andrew turned his head toward the entrance.
Valeria stood there. Watching.
Helena’s body tensed beneath him, the softness from moments ago disappearing almost instantly.
“It is done,” Valeria said calmly. “Helena, you may leave.”
Helena pulled away from Andrew without hesitation, her movements quick. The warmth that had lingered between them vanished as she rose, gathering herself quietly.
Andrew frowned, still catching up. “Wait—” he started.
Helena didn’t stop. She didn’t even look back.
“Helena,” he said, pushing himself up onto one elbow. “Hey—”
She paused only long enough to give a small, respectful nod toward Valeria, then moved past her and out of the space.
Just like that. Gone.
Andrew stared after her, the silence rushing back in to fill the space she had left behind. “That’s it?” he said, looking toward Valeria.
She stepped further into the room, unfazed. “She has fulfilled her role.”
Andrew let out a short, disbelieving breath. “Yeah, I got that. I just thought—” He stopped himself, shaking his head. “Never mind.”
Valeria watched him for a moment, her expression unreadable. “You will have time to rest,” she said. “Another will be arranged when you are ready.”
Another.
Andrew leaned back slightly, staring up at the open sky beyond the terrace.
The place was just as beautiful as before, the air just as fresh. The view just as endless.
And yet—emptier.
“Yeah,” he muttered quietly. He gritted his teeth as Valeria walked away.
So that was it? He would be brought a girl, they’d fuck, and then they’d just leave?
A sudden determination sparked within him. He shook his head. “No, no, no,” he said. He sat up straight. “It’s not going to be like this,” he told himself as the idea hit him.
He stood beside the bed, still naked, and nodded to himself. He took a deep breath, then yelled at the top of his lungs, “I demand an audience with the Queen!”