Chapter 37 #4
His warm hands held my hips, and he plunged deeper, and I shuddered at the sudden flood of pleasure.
I welcomed the feeling. I let it flood into me and embrace me because it was so much better than the shit I’d been through so far.
“You’re doing so good,” he groaned, and sensing his pleasure shifted my mood entirely.
I felt him reach his full hardness and size, and I relished the delightful stretch.
I coated him in all of my arousal, and as much as I despised this stupid fucking chair, the angle was perfect.
He slid in as deep as I could take him, but I knew it wasn’t all of it, and I trembled.
Only Titus could make me climax in this environment, in this awful situation.
“It’s almost over Pickles, but you are going to have to take me deeper, I have to be the father of our child, do you understand?
You are going to have to take all of me… are you ready?”
I let out a hesitant moan and nodded. He was unaware that I’d taken a contraceptive, but I didn’t dare speak of it—not in this room, with all these fanatics. They’d probably burn me at the stake.
So now I was going to have to take Titus’s full length in me for the first time.
He stayed at the comfortable depth for a few more pumps, then gently buried himself into me, every inch.
He pulled my hips down while he pushed up.
Then he erupted with his release. The most I’d ever experienced.
He groaned loudly. He stayed inserted for several moments.
I could feel him twitch and throb inside me, making sure he drained himself dry and spilled all of himself into me, every last drop.
There was a bite of pain threaded in flood of pleasure, and I could not help but climax.
It was then I realized… I was crying. From pleasure or pain or just knowing I was almost done with this nightmare.
He stroked my back lovingly while he continued to fill me up.
Now, I was a little worried he might knock me up after all, with the amount and how deeply he was pushing it into me. I hoped those herbs were strong.
Slowly, he pulled out and admired his handiwork. A river of pleasure flowed out of me and plopped on the floor.
“Just trust me, Pickles.” He whispered before his hands left my hips, and I felt him walk away. The noise returned—the voices, the drums, the disgusting sounds of Aurelius with that female. He must not have been able to block sounds for me unless he was close or touching me.
“The seed is confirmed!” the hooded female announced.
“Yes, we can see that from here,” a council member commented lewdly, to which the rest of them, all males, chuckled in amusement.
The council responded by pounding their chests and chanting, “May the almighty Flame bless us with the heir to rule and conquer all!”
Titus went back to being vacant and distant, as if he had put on a mask.
“Aurelius, Master of Dragons, please come forth…” Caddver summoned.
He pushed the poor female “warming him” aside and walked toward me fully nude.
I turned my head away; I didn’t want to see him.
That night in my room he alluded to being larger than Titus when he accidentally saw Big Red.
At the very least I hoped he’d be gentle, but I knew he wouldn’t be, not after what he put that poor slave through.
I didn’t even recognize him anymore. He used to be so kindhearted and chivalrous.
Now he looked crazed and demented, with a permanent aura of darkness clinging to him.
Titus should have listened to me. I warned him that Aurelius was dangerous. He didn’t believe there was a world where his “brother” would turn on him and challenge him, and what did he do instead? He called him names and shattered his wrist.
But perhaps there was a part of Aurelius that still loved me. Maybe that part would shine through this darkness. Maybe he would be gentle and quick like Cercies. It was all that I had to hold onto— some farfetched hope.
“I’ve fantasized about this moment many times Delilah, you bent over giving yourself to me, but you wouldn’t, so now I’m going to have to take it!” He chuckled darkly—
I shut my eyes and every muscle in me tensed. “Please, …don’t” I choked out.
“I don’t want you to enjoy a single second. I want to punish you for all the times you chose him over me, and darling, I can go for hours.” He growled.
The drum beat rapidly and I felt like my heart could beat right out of my chest.
“Don’t’ do this Aurelius, you were my friend, you found me, remember?” I cried frantically.
“I don’t care,” he said coldly. “I despise you, Delilah. You chose him over and over again—an inferior male who treats you like you’re disposable—because of your greed for power you thought he was the surest path to it.
While I worshiped the ground you walked on, and you still turned me away.
This is what you deserve. If cruelty is what you respond to… then cruelty is what you’ll get!”
“You don’t have to do this, I begged.”
“You are nothing to me. Not anymore."
My body went into a state of panic—uncontrollable shaking, ragged breathing. He was going to hurt me. He was too far gone, not at all who he once was. I screamed, and the sound fractured the air, colliding with the stone walls.
His nails dug into my skin as he gripped my ass. I gasped and shrieked in pain.
“TITUS!!!!...Do something please!” I screamed, but nothing happened.
Aurelius dragged his long tongue up the back of my neck while he rubbed himself. He whispered cruelly, “this will not be pleasant.”
This was it. This was the moment he was going to slam his disgusting self inside of me. I braced for the pain. It would all be over soon, I hoped.
He could take my body, but he couldn’t take my mind, and he would never have my heart. He would not break me. I said the words over and over in my head. They were the only thing I could cling to, like a life raft tossed into a sea of dread, keeping my head just above the surface.
“Somebody, anybody please help me!!!” I pleaded.
I repeated it again and again, but the panic kept rising and the fear kept building—an overwhelming tidal wave about to crash over me and swallow me whole—until a memory flashed in my mind and pulled me to the surface.
It wasn’t Jared’s face exactly, but it was him. I couldn’t see him clearly, but I knew it was him by the way his embrace felt. I was wrapped in a dark mist and he was there, comforting me—steadying my racing heart. It wasn’t comfort alone. It felt like something reaching for me.
I didn’t understand what was happening. I hadn’t been able to recall much of anything about him recently, but right now… here, in my mind… he felt so real. So close.
I sighed in relief. It felt so good to be in his arms again. He felt like home. I reeled through our time together and it mended my fractured soul. Warmth wrapped around me like a blanket, and I relaxed into it—then I realized it was his love.
Aurelius’s grip tightened, pulling me from the hallucination.
Then the world detonated.
A booming burst of energy exploded, like a bomb going off. Blinding, searing, and burning orange light erupted outward. A shockwave of heat sent furniture and bodies flying, and everything ignited into violent, malicious flames.
The four guards standing at attention in the hall flooded in but were immediately swallowed by the blaze.
Five of the six council members were on the ground screaming. The initial explosion had already charred their robes to ash, allowing the flames to consume their flesh. But one council member remained. Caddver was holding himself inside a barrier of magic, struggling to keep the firestorm at bay.
The three females and the drummer were already dead, their bodies unmoving and consumed by fire.
The acolytes screamed in agony; their joints stiffened with burnt crust where skin should have been.
Their eyes turned to white goo that dripped down their blistered black faces, and yet I could tell they were still alive.
It became grotesquely clear that Fire Fae died slowly from flame.
The smell of burning flesh was repulsive. My stomach turned and bile burned the back of my throat.
Now that my eyes had adjusted to the brightness, I could see that Caddver was struggling for his life.
“My Lord, I was only upholding Holy Law, I beg of you call back your fire!” he pleaded, fighting to keep his ward intact.
Titus didn’t shout. He didn’t snarl.
Then the High Lord spoke in a voice I had never heard before. His cadence was slow and steady, never rushing, because he knew his words carried the weight of law. For the first time ever, Titus spoke like a true ruler.
“Take the shadows of our history with you into the dark; let the dawn find us cleansed from the smoke you and my father have choked us with; there is nowhere I would allow you to exist except as ash in the wind."
Titus pushed his fury to every inch of the room.
Fire consumed Caddver. He buckled under the pressure of the unforgiving blaze, and just like that—in moments—the council that had held Titus on such a short leash and imposed so much cruelty upon the kingdom for centuries was gone.
Their lips peeled away, exposing their teeth, before they collapsed into ash.
When Caddver took his final breath, my shackles and collar magically released, and I stood, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Everything around me was ablaze—the furniture, the Fae, the walls, the floors.
I was stunned and overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.
Then I remembered.
Aurelius had been just about to—
I whipped around and found him inside a shield, fighting for his life against the inferno, with the High Lord of Flame towering over him in all his god-like power.
His amber eyes burned brighter and more hostile than the lava in Mount Orid. Titus was death. Titus was fire in bodily form. A vengeful god whose wrath was entirely focused on Aurelius.