Chapter 15: I've never lain with a woman as pure as you.

It's been two weeks since Damien and I moved into Palace White. Here, my parents kept a close eye on both of us. To avoid their awkward spying, Damien and I decided to just stay in our chambers most of the time. We only go out when it was time to eat, when we were tasked to do something, and when we want to fetch something from the library. My parents think we're "performing" our duty, but really we were just reading books. Of course, when night falls, Damien and I try to do it best as we can. Every time feels different and more passionate than the last. Though, it starts awkwardly at the beginning each time we try.

"Do you think we'll be expecting soon?" I asked, closing my book.

Still in his book, he asks, "Why? Do you wish to try this afternoon?" His devilish smile made its way onto his face, his eyes sparkling like diamonds. I learned that he had so much drive in him. We do it at least once every single day, but he often opts for it twice or more. I learn something during each performance. He taught me how to enjoy the act without hesitation and shame.

He closed his book, pulling me by my leg. "Shall we?" he asked, taking my book from my grasp.

I giggled, gently pushing him away. "It is broad daylight," I pointed, "We mustn't get used to this, Damien. Remember, this is only temporary."

"True," he says, climbing back up. "But I believe in taking advantage of the opportunity when it presents itself," he says, burrowing his face into my neck.

"You think I'm presenting myself?" I asked, brushing my fingers through his hair.

He kissed my neck, making me moan. "Are you saying you don't want to?" he asked, staring deep into my eyes. Receiving no response from me, he took it as my signal to continue. He closed his eyes, closing the distance between our mouths. His touch was soft, yet you could feel his hunger. His lips moved hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth as though there was a place he'd missed before. His hands roamed about my body, one hand cupping my breast. Fondling it, he smirked, undressing me. He took off his shirt and buried himself on my chest. One hand playing with my breast, the other one tasting it.

"Your breasts have gotten bigger," he says, playing with it. "Maybe you are with child."

"So we needn't continue then," I teased, helping him undo his pants. We threw it out of the way, landing somewhere on the floor.

He chuckled, saying, "We don't need to, but we will." He guided my hand on his erect member, sliding it gently up and down. "That feels great," he says, laying back. I leaned closer, continuing the motion. Staring at it, I wondered how it tasted. I recall him burying his face between my thighs before. Could I give him pleasure with the same methods as well? Out of curiosity, I licked the tip of his member, earning a moan of approval.

"Fuck," he cussed, closing his eyes. Seeing that this pleasured him, I proceeded to put the entire length inside my mouth, sucking and sliding up and down it. It didn't surprise me when it hit my throat. I felt his hand gripping my hair, guiding my pace faster. He slid me faster and harder on his cock, almost choking me. I followed his lead, sucking harder and faster. I felt his explosion inside my mouth, filling me up with all his seed. There was a lot, and I dared not let a single drop go to waste. He tasted sweet and warm like a warm glass of sweetened milk.

Panting, I rested next to him.

"Where did you learn how to do that?' he asked, spreading apart my legs.

I replied, "I just thought about how you did it the first time and did what felt natural."

He smirked, burrowing his face between my thighs. He inserted three fingers all at once, making me jolt. Sucking on that area, he pushed and pulled slowly, carefully building up the pace. "Do you like this?" he asked, teasing me. "It's kind of hard putting these three fingers inside you, Angelique. You're as tight as the first time we did this." He continued sucking ferociously on the bud between my legs, making me arch my back.

"I want you," I said, reaching for his dick. He smirked in response, positioning himself between my thighs.

"I want to hear you say it again," he whispered naughtily, rubbing his tip against my bud. I could feel it vibrating against me, making me craving for more.

"I want it," I said, holding it in place. "Please," I said, crashing my lips onto his. He returned the gesture, kissing me deeply. As he shoved his tongue into my mouth, he thrusts deep inside me, making my head hit the headboard. I felt his hard and thick member, filling the hole inside me. He thrust hard, my head hitting the headboard each time. I moaned loudly, feeling every inch of him. He came rougher and rougher with each thrust.

"Turn around," he said, helping me shift. He put me on my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me. He thrust deep inside me, holding me in place. I moaned, feeling him coming in and out. I trembled as his thrusts came rougher and harder. His grunts became more audible and so were the slapping of our skins. I fell on the bed, unable to keep my balance. He continued thrusting, holding me by my shoulder. We screamed out each other's names as we both reached our release, panting. He fell on my back, planting a kiss on my shoulder as he waited for all his seed to penetrate me. Hopefully, soon, God will grant us the child we've been waiting for. He gently slid off me, laying next to me. He caressed me back, asking, "Are you okay, love?"

I turned to him, settling in his embrace. Still catching my breath, I said, "More than okay." I closed my eyes as I rested against his body. I could feel both our fluids seeping out of me. "I have to say, we've come a long way from the first time."

He chuckled, nodding. "We have," he says, "You're getting better."

"Was I horrible?" I asked curiously.

"No," he replied, "Far from it. You were... innocent. I've never lain with a woman as pure as you. You're the first woman I laid with that was a virgin."

I smiled.

"What?" he asked, brushing his fingers through my hair. "Is it that hard to believe?"

"Honestly, it is," I replied, "You know your reputation doesn't depict you as a saint, right? Some people even say you're a sex demon. Don't know if you should be flattered or offended."

"Can we talk about something?" he asked.

I replied, "Hm?"

"Do you loathe me less?" he asked.

I laughed, shaking my head in response. "Of course not. As we agreed, this is all business. No feelings attached."

"Good," he says, patting my back. "I just wanted to be clear about that. This is all for the crown. Nothing can ever happen between us."

"I agree," I said, breathing in his scent. Before I knew it, we had fallen asleep still in each other's arms.

I woke up the next morning, feeling sick and nauseous. Damien brought the bucket in time just before I could throw up in our bed. He pulled my hair back as I vomited out so much.

"Are you alright?" he asked. He put on his robe, calling the servants.

"Yes, your majesty?" asked the guard.

"Summon the doctors!" he commands, still holding me. He put the bucket down, laying me back on the bed. "You should rest. The doctors are on their way."

I nodded, waiting patiently. The doctors came faster than lightning, pushing Damien aside. One of them checked my pulse, smiling at me. "Congratulations," he said, "You're with child!"

"What?" I asked, still in shock. How could he tell that I am with child with just a touch on my pulse? Strange.

"The vomiting, the nausea, and the slippery pulse," he explained, "They all point to pregnancy, your grace. Now, I believe you have been pregnant for about two weeks or less."

I blushed, looking at Damian who had an unreadable expression across his face. "I'm gonna be a mother?" I murmured, still in shock. My prayers have been answered, but now what? The people will be more than pleased to hear the news. Now that I am pregnant, there's an heir to inherit the throne. I can sleep peacefully knowing that I've successfully done my part.

"We shall leave you two," the doctors said, closing the door.

Damien just stood there, his hand over his mouth. I couldn't explain the expression painted on his face. Just yesterday, we were hoping for a child, and today our wish was granted. This is too much to take in.

He walked toward me, kneeling beside me. He placed his hand on my belly, trying to find the child.

"We've done our duty, huh?" I said, smiling. "I suppose now you must follow the others who are at war..."

He kissed my hand, holding it against his cheek. "We're going to be parents," he said. He was smiling from ear to ear like a child. "I don't know what else to say... do I congratulate you?" It was happy one moment and awkward the next. How could he ruin such a meaningful moment? This idiot...

I stood up, making my way to the closet.

"What are you doing?" he asked, "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"No," I replied, "We need to get dressed and tell them the news. It's important they know we're finally expecting." I removed the night dress I was wearing, putting on a fresher dress that had flowers in it. Damien helped me tie it loosely at the back so that I wouldn't suffocate the child that was growing inside me. He also got dressed, putting on his royal uniform.

"Let's go," I said, taking his arm. We made our way to the breakfast table where my family was waiting for us.

"We heard you summoned the doctors this morning," said my father, "Is everything alright?"

"I am pregnant," I blurted out. I suppose, I too, have a way of ruining the moment.

Their faces lightened up, filling the room with smiles. "Congratulations!" my grandmother said happily. "I am so happy for you both!"

"Thank you," we both said.

"This is great news," my mother nods, "We must send word as soon as possible! Finally, everyone could rest easy. Good job, you two."

"We must hold a ball," my father declares, "A celebration is needed. What do you say, Prince Damien? We should celebrate your triumph before you go to battle at least."

"Must he go, father?" I asked, holding his hand. "Can't he stay with me and our unborn child? I should find comfort that he's here and not on the battlefield. I can't imagine how the future would unfold should I lose him." It's true. I don't know what's going to happen if he dies before even meeting his child. Not to mention how our child would feel if he grew up without ever knowing Damien. Still, this is common to our family. I know I shouldn't complain about it.

"Nonsense," my father says, "You know that it's his duty to fight and protect you. He needs to be on the battlefield if he wants to win our people's support."

"I feel that you're only saying this because we denied you your participation in battle," my mother says in disappointment. "You have to let him go, Angelique. Say your goodbyes, alright? He will leave after the celebration is made."

I smiled fakely. I didn't have a say in the matter. I am their marionette, after all. Sometimes, I fear that Damien's right about me not having any real power. I hate that. But as of now, he's right. I don't have power. But I swear that as soon as I ascend the throne, I will take all my power. They won't be able to play my puppeteer any longer.

Damien held my hand, giving me a warm smile. "We'll be fine," he said. I wanted so badly to believe that, but I can't. I know that this is the beginning of the end.