117: The Empress’s Heart (part 2)

The Empress’s Heart (part 2)

He met her gaze with a lifeless stare. "You are well aware that I desire you to bear my child as soon as possible."0

The Empress sought to conceive an invincible heir, for her daughters with the human Emperor were feeble and displeasing. And despite her numerous encounters with Healers, she had never conceived their offspring.

"Indeed, you would want me to bear your child... Our blood shall mix before the curse is lifted from your mate... I can only imagine the envy it stirs in my sister..." She grinned wickedly. "The thought of you bedding her nieces if you fail to impregnate me... Or even their daughters and beyond!"

His eyes traced her body, a ritual he performed whenever their conversations grew lengthy. If it weren't for the pulsing of her heart and the coursing of blood within her veins, he would have doubted she was human, for her malevolence surpassed that of demons dwelling in hell.

He rose to his feet, his long hair streaming over his half-opened white shirt, flowing down to the waist of his black trousers.

"Let us not waste any more time."

Noticing a slight rise in her temperature, he deduced that she must be ovulating.

"As aggressive as ever, you leave me wanting…"

It was her sister who had won Alkadim's heart, but the Empress believed that she had come out on top in their arrangement.

Alkadim, tasked with protecting his mate from the curse, bore the additional responsibility of protecting the entire bloodline of the Empress. The uncertainty of which of them would bear his child compelled him to ensure the well-being of her descendants until the birth of her true heir. Even after that, the enduring shapeshifters' oath would guarantee the unyielding protection of her bloodline, leaving nothing capable of impeding its path.

"Divarus, escort the two of them away... Not too far, though," she purred dismissively waving her hand then watched as her guard entered and forcefully removed the blindfolded and hooded Healers from the chamber.

"Close the door behind you, Divarus," 

"Yes, Your Imperial Majesty," he acknowledged, closing the door as he exited.

She arched her upper body like a cat, relishing the sound of the door clicking shut, and gazed up at the stunning creature with so much lust in her dark brown eyes.

"What does she speak of me these days?"

She asked him as she spread her legs wide, letting out a long sigh when his eyes roamed over her wet folds and resisting the urge to touch herself while he continued to stare at her.

He bent down on his knees once more, grabbing each of her knees with too much force and spreading her further with an unnecessary shove.

It wasn't the ancient prophecy that troubled him, but a secret one unknown to the Empress.

"Nothing has changed," he asserted in a bored tone, "Our blood will intertwine, our heir will be a Healer, and they will inherit the world."

She grasped his golden hair and tugged his head downward. "I hope they inherit my dark hair... but that would only fuel your resentment, wouldn't it?"

His icy silence pierced her heart, yet she had long accepted that her love for him would forever go unreciprocated.

"…You make sure you give it to me like you mean it if you value the head of that Oracle of yours...sst"

She threw her head back and hissed when his tongue licked her wet parts, ravished by the tingling feeling that he left on her skin, being served by an immortal was a euphoric sexual experience each time around. Her only regret was that her endurance did not match his.

"Haaah...Who needs your heart when your body is mine to conquer?" she mused, convinced that other desires have long replaced any lingering affection she had for him. "My bloodline will endure for eternity, unchangeable and unyielding. Do you hear me?"

He heard her words and the rhythm of her blood pulsing through her veins, but within the depths of his silent resolve, he vowed to unravel everything she held dear, beginning with the very name of her beloved Empire.

She shoved his face further inside of her and moaned.

"Eidarnoc shall stand as the mightiest of all realms, ruled by a human Empress bearing the blood of Alkadim," she bit her lip hard as his tongue rotated around her clitoris. "Women shall reign unfettered in a land purged of those wretched Emorians... Healers and Shapeshifters shall forever bow before my offspring..."

She frowned in spite of the pleasure coursing through her veins as he continued to surrender to her desires. There was something unusual about his lack of arguments tonight, a departure from their dynamic.

She yanked his head away from her, pulling at the roots of his hair. The sight of his lifeless, sky blue eyes brought her satisfaction, but the glistening smile on his mouth stirred a sense of worry within her.

"You asked too much about that cursed ring," she panted, a line of sweat running down her back. "Did you know its previous owner?"

He was deeply entangled with the Emorians, for it was the unreasonable desire of his mate.

Contrary to their hopes, the second prophecy they had long awaited did nothing to alter the first one. The Oracle woke up that day with a smile on her face, calling him Andreas, another name for another life, foretelling the arrival of a second mate for him.

He despised it with every fiber of his being, a prophecy that he had to keep concealed from the Empress at all costs, as it only served to strengthen the chains of the curse she had placed upon yet another nameless mate of his.

"No answer huh? Well...Your tongue has entertained me enough for one day. Now penetrate me deep inside... Never forget my taste… never forget the nameless Empress…"

He flipped her over on the bed the way he did every time.

"Yes…Fuc* me hard now…" 

He lowered his trousers without taking them off and closed his eyes, imagining his mate was sickening, but it was the only way he would be able to survive this.

"Haaah!"

She gasped when he pushed another monstrous part of him inside of her till the very end. Pain mixed with mindblowing pleasure, only he could dominate her like that, pressing her head carelessly into the mattress with a force that was just below choking while he attacked her insides, only he could last for as long as she ordered him to.

How she despised her sister for being the chosen one for him.

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