Lust and Breeding

Hearing the key pad activate outside, Jarron stood quickly off the bed and she changed moods just as fast and just as fakely he could tell. It was Rajnos who was entering and as he did Jarron bowed deeply, left hand crossing his chest as his right knee hit the floor. Rajnos barely acknowledged the move, waving him away with his hand, crossing the floor fluidly to his new mate on the bed. Reluctantly, Jarron moved to the door and left, not knowing what cruelty this day would bring to her for the next ten years.

Rajnos, powerful as he was, but blinded by his lust for Evil, and their soul bond not yet as strong as her and Jarron's, could not feel the suffering and nor the fakeness of a happy greeting come from his newly taken mate.

Heart broken and soul crushed by her shameful secret, Evil watched as Marca removed his face mask, the straight black hair falling from a widows peak, piercing dark brown eyes and hard features revealed. He smiled, eyes telling his truth, and she willed herself to play along. With no regard for her still raw injuries, the lost leg, the broken, twisted arm and long, deep saber burn across her eye and neck, he undressed her; kissing her here and there as he did so. He removed his own robes and moved over top her slowly. The fresh pain rose up in her mind and she beat it down promptly, remembering to moan softly to keep him intrigued as to finish his job and save her. He worked down from her lips, kissing her neck and across the deep cleft of her breasts and smooth stomach. He looked up at her, his hair fanned out against what was left of her thighs and she arched her back and hips up, willing him to go on further. He obliged, spreading her legs and delving his tongue in her sex, swirling around her clit, slowing working her juices out of her. If he'd been a male of her kind, he surely would have caught scent of the male there before him but he didn't and continued at his work diligently. Soon satisfied with the amount of wetness he'd created, he moved from between her legs to beside them, cradling her hips and pleading her to roll over. Evil stiffly and slowly turned her body creaking and screaming with pain but she made no sound. He returned to his place inside her legs, kneeling behind her and pulled her hips up to him with his right arm. She tried to brace herself, but with her right side near immobile, she slipped down underneath him again. Frustrated and now desperate, he pulled her up again, willing the force to hold her in place. He positioned himself behind her open legs and slowly entered her sex, his whole body shaking with a finality. Leaning over her back he whispered in her ear, "Bear me an heir, empress and unstoppable I shall be." She nodded and moaned again, a single tear rolling down her cheek; this was not the way she had hoped to mate her warlord. He climaxed in a few thrusts, and slick with sweat, rested his body momentarily on hers, catching his breath. Kissing the nape of her back, he leaned up off of her and released the force hold, allowing her to slide down and rest on her belly. Evil's leg had begun to bleed again, soaking through the bandages and as he dressed himself he called the droid and had it summon her handmaidens to care for her. Sitting back down on the bed besides her, he stroked her shoulder and kissed her forehead. Thankfully the right injured eye was facing him and was closed, saving her from anymore disgrace and with that he left her to her handmaidens.