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The day is a dark one. Not only is a weather abysmal—the High Lord of the Autumn Court is grieving. His father was dead, and he couldn’t reconsile that he’d killed his own blood. Couldn’t reconsile the gentle man he was with Arabella with the brute of wind of an flame he’d been to his father. He knew deep, deep down, he’d done it for his people. For Arabella, who’d been bought and sold to Eris—unknowing that Eris wouldn’t hold her to her marriage contract. She’d performed her duties as a wife their first night of marriage. Beron had been brutish during the wedding, telling them to hurry up and make an heir. But in nearly 400 years of marriage, Eris had always protected her from pregnancy.
“Are you going to the service?” Eris asked his wife.
“No, are you?” Arabella said and crossed her arms across her chest.
Beron’s body wasn’t cold yet, and they were trying to make provisions for a funeral and wake. Where the people could pay their respects. Eris knew only scum would be there, but now…. He was High Lord. He had to deal with even the most odious members of his court.
“I should,” Eris’s shoulders slump.
“Hey,” Arabella comforts him, rubbing his back. And he feels the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. “You know he was your dad, you can be sad, sweetheart.”
Eris walks out of the room, and goes to lay down. He was horny, and it was right before Arabella’s cycle when she’d be the most fertile. He preps himself, and makes their bed. Stroking his cock with lube and thinking of his wife’s soft body beneath him. With his hand on his cock, he wanders naked into their main suite, and drinks right out of the orange juice container.
“Bella?” He calls out, and looks for her.
He finds her in her personal room, he stops at the door though, knowing this room was hers and hers alone. “Can I ask a favor?”
She’s doing needlepoint, for a pillow, and he feels bad for not asking before invading her space. “Shoot, my love.” She looked uop and saw Eris’s hard and straining, red cock.
“I need to make and heir.” Eris sighs.
Arabella sets her things down, and she walks into his room (he slaps her ass on the way in).
“So…?” Arabella asks waiting for him to put his dick inside her.
“I don’t want you to do the duties of a wife… I want you to use me, use me for your pleasure and—” Gods. “Arabella? Would you do the honor of being the mother of my children?” Eris had a funny feeling about Arabella, and this pivotal moment.
Arabella blinks, “Eris, we’ve been trying to conceive for months, we need to keep trying.”
Eris rolls his shoulders and pumps his cock. “Do you want cock princess?”
Arabella presses her lips together, not wanting to feel slutty around her husband, “You know I do, I always want you.”
Eris gets on the bed, and kisses her, exploring her mouth with tongue and tongue fucking her mouth for a long minute. Fuck—she was soaking for him. A growl leaves Eris’s lips. “How’s my baby girl?”
Arabella whimpers and sighs, muttering Eris’s name and clinging to him like a lifeline while she grinds on him.
“Put it in me, mate.” Arabella whines in Eris’s ear.
So Eris did.
Eris can’t fucking cum. He’s been pumping in and out of Arabella for thirty minutes. “I can’t—” Eris whines in his wife’s ear. “I can’t cum, oh fuck.”
He’d taken painkillers for his injuries sustained during his battle with his father. She still felt good, and his eyes roll into the back of his head as his thumb touches (gently), her overstimuated clit.
“I love you,” Eris gasps, pumping harder in and out of his wife.
“I love you too,” Arabella says at the same time she touches and massages his balls.
Eris howls in delight. “Bella, gods Bella, are you alright?”
“Keep going baby, I can take it.” Arabella kept him together. And now he was falling apart in her arms, the shocks from his orgasm makes him sob his pleasure to heavens. It was so good, no one else could make him see stars like his wife & mate.
He rolls off her. Pumping the remaining cum dripping from his cock into his hand a smearing it on her full, heavy breasts. “Fucking hell, you have the best tits”
Arabella rolled her eyes, and put her mouth on him. Sucking him dry, as the seed continued to drip slowly from his cock.
“Do you want the cum plug?” Eris asks, it was a little piece of silicone that held the cummies inside his wife.
“You know I do.” Arabella swats his arm playfully. “Can you fuck me later too?” She asks shyly.
Eris grins, “I’ll fuck you in front of the court if you want.”
Arabella helps him get her situated on the bed, a pillow under her butt, to tip her womb backward, and Eris inserts the plug.
She wimpers, it was *thick* nearly as thick as Eris’s own cock. “Are you alright?” Eris asks her quietly, petting her tits and thighs and letting Arabella feel a bit of his weight, pessing her into the mattress. She cums again, spasming, and Eris continues soothing her.
They can’t tell when they conceived—but when the senior autumn court healer reports to the both of them that they are making an heir inside Arabella, Eris knows it was this night he’d put the baby in her belly.