89 The Arrival (4)

16 Years Ago. The Lost Realm.

Kurt hadn't even closed the door before Amira slipped the tunic off her body revealing her hard nipples and hairless lips. Kurt had never seen such a woman, she was delicate and beautiful yet savage. He wanted a taste but he was never one to jump in bed after meeting someone, he was raised as a noble. But as he stared at her with such desire he couldn't control himself and immediately threw his shirt and pants to the side.

There was no mistaking it, he was all man. Amira was incredibly pleased to see such a think long cock standing up. She may have been a virgin all this time but she wasn't stupid, she knew how men thought and she knew how to play. Amira wasn't sure what to do but she let her lust control her, climbing on top of the bed on all fours.

Nothing drove Kurt crazy, he was a pretty head strong man but this woman, her actions were driving him to do things that were beyond self-control. He couldn't hold back anymore, he closed in the distance climbing on top of the bed and slipping his friend deep into her lips between her legs.

The most pleasing moans came from Amira's lips every time he moved, pumping in an out of her time and time again. He turned her over to see her beautiful face, her ember eyes glance up at him as he pushed his friend in further.

There was no turning back, no holding back. He bit her nipples one by one making her scream lustfully. Amira was ready, she wanted him. She pulled Kurt's face up to hers and kissed him with every fiber of her being. His dick still moving in and out with no pause.

He grew even harder inside her feeling her insides pulse on his wang. No longer able to hold back, he exploded deep inside of her. He fell into her embrace unable to move he placed his head just under her chin and fell asleep. Amira had never felt such satisfaction before, she was pleased with her choice, Kurt was the one she had been waiting for.

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8 Months Later.

"Did you really believe that I would let a commoner like you marry my son and have his child?" The woman's honey brown eyes were demonic, her expression was unnerving. "Did you think you were the first concubine I've had brought to this house?"

"I am no concubine. Kurt and I will be married, even without your permission." Amira was ready to walk out on the woman when she suddenly stabbed her in the abdomen. Amira fell to her knees holding onto her baby bump when the woman pushed her back onto the floor, pulled the small knife out of Amira and stabbed her again and again. Amira could feel her child crying, she had been carrying for eight months how could she not feel his pain.

"You should have been smart and ran just like my eldest son's concubine. That whore saved herself and her child but not you, because you're greedy." The woman's face was abnormally calm for someone who just killed her grandchild. "You wanted my son to make a name for you, you never loved my son and you are no one. Just a common whore who tried to sleep her way into my family."

The woman smiled as she looked at Amira's desperate face, she cried for help but no one heard her. "No one can hear you. No one will save you." The woman left locking the door behind her.

Amira couldn't stop herself from crying, feeling useless to save her own child. "Kurt, Kurt I'm so sorry, I really believed that I could overcome your mother." She didn't want to admit that this woman would go this far so she underestimated her, she did it for love. Ever since she became pregnant her powers changed, it wouldn't do what she would ask of it. She believed that in order to survive with her child she didn't need it, just Kurt.

For these past eight months, she couldn't have hoped for a better life than the one she had with Kurt. Everything they did was for each other and she never once would have believed the warnings the house help spoke to her. Julia Xans was Master Xans wife, Kurt's mother. She was a noble woman of Worstal City, why would she want to hurt Amira?

Jealousy. It was plain and simple. To her, no woman would ever be good enough for her two sons and she was willing to go through great lengths to make sure it didn't happen. "Kurt, I'm sorry."

Amira could no longer feel her baby. It was an endless cycle of desperate emotions, Julia left a few medical supplies to tease Amira into thinking she would have the chance to save the child. Amira knew she couldn't but she could still save herself. She spent five days and four nights feeling the most intense form of depression she had ever felt.

Kurt never came for her, she was alone. She trusted her life and the life of her child's to a man who blindly trusts his mother. Amira picked herself up turned into a cloud of mist slipping through the cracks of the door.

Amira floated through the wind, never turning back to face the city of Worstal.