**King Henry's POV**
I stare out the window, determined not to acknowledge Prince Romeo's presence.
I know he is seething with anger.
He undoubtedly showed up when he was ejected from one of the many carriages he used to stay close to Midnight. I understood that he would try to be by my daughter's side to exert control over her, so precautions were put in place 100 yards in every direction of the pack grounds by his father, brother, and mother.
We all hoped that Midnight could find someone closer to her age, someone who would bring her happiness and companionship. We thought it would be Ari but it did not work the way we wanted. It's important to me and my wife that Midnight feels fulfilled and supported. So long as that someone isn't Romeo.
Interestingly, my wife, who has been distant for the past three years, miraculously regained her sanity the moment Midnight left the castle walls.
By my wife's suggestion, Midnight will be gone until she turns thirteen. When she returns, it will be as a married woman, and Nathaniel will be crowned as a prince of Slymethius. If anything were to happen to me and I were dethroned, he would naturally become the King of Werewolves and, if he chooses, the King of Slymethius.
Nobody but me and his father knows about this.
Finally, I turn towards Romeo and gesture for him to sit across from my desk.
He scowls at the chair but promptly sits down with an air of royalty and pompous.
"Prince Romeo, to what do I owe this pleasure? Surely the trip—"
"Enough with the fucking pleasantries! Why can't I find my mate!? Where the hell did you send her?"
He is incredibly angry, yet he appears calm while speaking; however, his words betray his true feelings. I glance at my wife lovingly and beckon her to me. She happily obliges and stands by my side with grace and beauty.
"Romeo Fang James, Prince of Vampires, effective immediately, you are no longer welcome in Slymethius. Your status as my daughter's mate is hereby null in my kingdoms eyes. Once she enters this arranged marriage, you will be erased from her thoughts entirely. Pack your belongings without delay. Your father will arrive to collect you shortly."
I say this, filled with a sense of excitement as I look forward to what's coming next.
Prince Romeo shoots up from the chair, trembling with rage and his fists clenched.
"Goodbye. Your welcome status has been revoked."
As soon as I say those words, he clutches his chest, and his body begins to emit smoke.
Looking incredulous, he zooms off in the blink of an eye and disappears.
I turn to my wife, a warm smile spreading across my face as I take in her beautiful features.
"I missed you so much, my love," I say softly, gently stroking her cheek. She blushes, leaning into my hand, eyes closed, a small smile dancing on her lips. In that moment, I feel the depth of our bond, and my heart swells with affection for her.
"Henry, these past three years have felt like a whirlwind for my mind. Every time Midnight came to me, I couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy as a mother. I worry that I've failed her and that she might hold that against me." When I see her looking up at me, her lips trembling, my heart aches with sadness for how she was catatonic for three years.
"Celeste, please don't be so hard on yourself. Midnight knows deep down how much you love her. If anyone deserves her glare, it's me! Just the other day, I thought she was going to give me a heart attack with the way she looked at me," I say, trying to lighten the moment with a gentle laugh.
She lets out a sob of relief, resting her head on my chest and wrapping her arms around my waist as if seeking comfort in my embrace.
I tenderly press my lips to the soft crown of my wife's head, and as she looks up at me with a glimmer of desire in her emerald eyes, I can feel my heart skip a beat.
Taking a cautious step back, I attempt to create a little space to temper the rising tempest of emotions, but she has already maneuvered to close the distance, effectively cornering me at the edge of the desk.
"I want you Henry." She breathes out seductively
My heart races wildly as she advances, igniting memories of three long years of abstinence. The moment our lips finally meet, an electric heat floods my body, and we are lost in a passionate embrace, our mouths moving together in a fervent dance.
My hand makes its way into her hair and I grip it while holding her head closer to mine as I try to melt our bodies together.
A small whimpering desperate moan falls from her glorious lips and I turn us around and have her pinned to the desk. Her gorgeous wings wrap around me and she wraps her legs around my waist when I hoist her up onto the desk and grind myself into her. I let up on kissing her so we can catch our breaths but I make way to her neck and start trailing kisses and small nips down her neck.
As the tension in the room simmers, a sudden knock at the door shatters the moment of intimacy, and we spring apart like startled teenagers.
I quickly adjust my clothes, heart racing, and head toward the door, a goofy grin spreading across my face, momentarily forgetting the weight of the world outside.
When I open the door, I am met with the intense gaze of a short female arachnadian, her black eyes ablaze with a fierce determination that momentarily catches me off guard.
The smile I wore so recently vanishes in an instant as her voice trembles with urgency. "Please! I'm begging you!" she implores, her demeanor shifting from fierce to desperate. "We are on the brink of extinction because of your daughter! I'm the only adult female left; I was hidden away when she waged her massacre!"
Her words hang heavy in the air, each syllable steeped in sorrow and a history I can scarcely comprehend. "Since childhood, I've been told that you alone hold the power to save us, to repopulate the arachnadians. We need you!" she says sauntering even further into my office her black sundress flowing with an ominous feeling.
Stunned by her words, I instinctively take a step back, a rush of disbelief flooding my senses. Just then, Celeste swiftly positioned herself in front of me, creating a barrier between us and the woman who had been advancing with such urgency. The woman halts in her tracks, her eyes darting between us, sensing the shift in momentum.
"What are you trying to suggest?" my wife demands, her voice steady yet laced with a mixture of confusion and indignation. I can see the muscles in her jaw tense, a clear sign that she is prepared to defend not just herself, but our relationship as well. The tension in the air feels electric, each heartbeat amplifying the weight of the moment.
The woman's multiple arms intertwine anxiously, her fingers intertwining in a restless dance of nerves. Despite the overwhelming discomfort that courses through her, she presses on, driven by a stubborn resolve that both comforts and unsettles her. Each step she takes is a testament to her determination, even as a knot of uncertainty twists in her stomach, urging her to turn back. Yet, she forges ahead, propelled by an uneasy conviction that guides her through the haze of doubt.
"I want your husband to impregnate me. There are no males to reproduce with and if I could-"
The woman stands frozen in momentary shock, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, as she processes the unexpected sting of my wife's slap across her cheek. The sound reverberates in the air, a sharp contrast to the surrounding silence. Her disbelief is palpable, as if time has momentarily stopped, leaving her to grapple with the sudden turn of events. The weight of the situation hangs heavily between us, charged with tension and unspoken emotions.
"The nerve you have!" Celeste grounds out through clenched teeth, her voice laced with a mixture of fury and disbelief as her cheeks redden with an anger I've never seen.
"He is my mate!" she continues, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. "And I'll be damned if I allow another woman to share a bed with my husband!" The words hiss from her lips like a serpent ready to strike.
With an air of audacious confidence, the other woman smirks, her expression teasing and taunting.
"I had a feeling you would react this way," she replies, her tone dripping with condescension. "Tell me, faerie, are you like every other fragile insect? Will you also struggle hopelessly in my web?" The challenge hangs in the air, thick with tension.
"You!"
Without warning, a dense, silken web bursts forth from the woman, enveloping Celeste in an intricate snare. The sticky strands glisten ominously in the light, catching Celeste off guard as she struggles to free herself. With each futile movement, the web tightens its grip, leaving my wife both bewildered and immobilized, her heart racing as she realizes the extent of her predicament.
The woman turned to me, her lips curling into a sultry grin that oozed seduction, yet somehow managed to extinguish any flicker of desire I might have felt. The revulsion bubbled up inside me, a stark contrast to the dangerous allure she exuded. To make matters worse, she was trying to charm me while my wife stood bound, ensnared by her glittering webs next to the desk in my office, a helpless observer of this twisted game.
"Henry! What's going on?" Celeste whimpers still trying to get herself free.
The woman's eyes sparkled with a sinister promise as she leaned closer to me, her voice dripping with temptation.
"We will have powerful children," she purred, the implication hanging heavy in the air.
I push her away in disgust, causing the woman to stumble.
"Let my wife go!" I roar at the Arachnadian woman.
She rolls her eyes with a heavy, annoyed sigh, and in the blink of an eye, I too find myself ensnared in her webs as well.
"Before my mother passed, she said you would make things very difficult and I would have to take you by force. I figured I could attempt to seduce you first but alas, here we are." She exhales sharply in frustration as I'm suddenly yanked upward and spun around, her silky web enveloping me in a delicate cocoon. The strands glimmer in the light, weaving tightly around me, creating an inescapable embrace that both captivates and restrains.
"Stop this at once!" I command, my voice rising in urgency as I strive to reclaim a semblance of control over the chaotic situation unfolding before me.
She laughs and my wife screams out in horror as I then fall to the floor with no way to cushion myself.
The arachnadian then crawls over me with that seductive grin licking at her lips as pincers elongate from her face.
"One thing I figured out is that our venom, if we wanted, can drug a person and make them do whatever we desire." She says trailing her finger down the side of my face.
Breathing heavily from fear, I look over at my wife who stopped struggling. Our eyes connect and I give her a weak sad smile.
While me and my wife continue to stare deeply into each others eyes, the woman bites down on my shoulder and I yell out in pain. I struggle trying to get away but as futile as the attempts are, my eyesight becomes hazy as my wife struggles against the silky sticky webbing she's trapped in.
"Stop! Leave him alone!" Celeste cried out, her voice laced with desperation as she struggled in the spider web, knowing that every moment brought me closer to an uncertain fate.
The arachnadian flips me over and the repulsion I felt towards her suddenly becomes a whirlwind of confused lust. I start fighting against the impulse but it becomes too strong. I find myself taking in her ashy purple skin tone and found it oddly beautiful. I allowed my eyes to roam over her and found myself becoming more hot and bothered by the alluring woman on top of me. I blink in confusion at the screaming in the background and the woman momentarily looks up and I see web shoot from her and go to the corner of the room and the screaming becomes muffled.
I continue to look at the woman with my steel blue eyes and I watch as she seductively lays herself across my chest and I find myself captivated. A shiver runs through me and then I shake my head feeling repulsed by the woman out of nowhere.
Before I can struggle to make sense of this feeling, she leans in with a lazy smile and I feel a momentary pain in my neck that soon turns to pleasure.
I groan and try to touch her but I find myself completely restrained by a sticky substance as I feel her kissing, sucking, and love biting my neck before she starts kissing along my jaw and then my lips. I hungrily allow her to capture my mouth as if she's the very breath of air I need and the intense heat in my body starts getting more unbearable.
"Do you want to touch me?" She gently probes as she delicately touches any bare skin she sees of mine within eyesight with soft unnsure hands. I greedlily lap up the feeling wanting her to explore more and I feel my eyes darken with lust at the prospect of doing more than touching and she softly giggles as she takes her hand and slices it down what little bit of black cloth that hides her breasts.
I struggle more as she begins to fondle herself and even manages to suckle her own boob pinching her areola lightly between her front teeth. I stare with dark eyes as she then shoves one of her boobs in my face and I do my best to work wonders.
"Tell me you want to fuck me." She moans bucking herself against me as she gets more aroused pulling her ample breasts away for just a moment.
I watch her with greedy, hungry, lustful eyes and I hear myself begging to let me fuck her.
She smiles widely and runs her long claw like fingernail over the web and as soon as I'm free, I slam her onto her back and rip what little clothing she has left on her off her small petite body.
The woman with fiery red hair in the back of the room cries in muffled despair and pain as my pants are torn off of me and I plunge myself deeply into the woman beneath me with lust and desire; she tenses up and screams in pain but I cover her mouth and slowly thrust into her tight cunt building up a rhythm until her tense body relaxes.
Unrestrained and encouraged not to hold back I thrust even harder, faster, and frenzied.
The woman beneath me writhes in pleasure and pain as she doesn't hold back with her moans since my hand is still covering her mouth.
Deep within the back of my head, something is screaming at me that this is wrong but I can't stop.
I pull out and I flip the woman onto her stomach with a startled gasp but ignoring her pain, I again plunge back inside her going even deeper which causes her to shriek and try to get away.
However, I grab her by the waist yanking her ass back and hold her in place thrusting deeper until she relaxes again and starts ramming herself in rhythm on me.
"OH! FUCK! YES!" She screams out as she shakes in orgasm, I'm however not done and I keep going while she's a spazziming writhing mess.
Into the second hour, she begs for me to stop fucking her dripping wet cunt but I simply ignore her and when her webs start shooting out I grab some and shove it over her mouth and flip her over onto her stomach.
The woman with red hair has long since stopped her agonized crying and just limply hangs. I want to go over there and soothe her pain but the ashy purple woman beneath me leans up and bites down into my shoulder and all thoughts of the woman with curly red hair leave.
After six hours, the woman beneath me was all but limp and passed out. I've since filled her womb with my seed over and over, even pulling out to shoot my load on her as well. At hour seven, she woke up and was thoroughly exhausted but surprised I was still going.
"You dirty fucking slut. You like that don't you huh? Being my little cum bucket!" I say grunting out, filling her once more.
She cries out orgasming with me and I lean down and capture her lips as I rock my hips into her getting the last of my seed into her.
I pull out and force myself into her mouth telling her to clean me off and she turns an odd shade of purple but complies
I throw my head back and groan allowing her to pleasure me.
Three years.
Three long fucking years of pent up rage and sexual frustration. I will not hold back, I pull myself out of her mouth as I shove her down and I plunge back into the woman's velvety silky folds and start thrusting again.
"Oh! I'm so close! Just like that! Keep going, keep going!" She whimpers in ecstasy.
My head clears for just a moment and I see my wife hanging limp in the corner of my office by the desk looking like a heartbroken mess.
I look down and see I'm still thrusting into the arachnadian woman who looks thoroughly fucked and satisfied beyond satisfaction.
Using all my willpower, I stop mid thrust and I'm suddenly filled with such revolution towards myself as I quickly get off her filled with absolute horror.
She gets up and straddles me.
"You vile woman! What the hell did you do to me?!" I yell trying to push her sweaty ash purple naked body away from me but I found myself with absolutely no strength as if I'm being held down by a brick wall.
She forcefully pushes herself up and down a few times and gives a tired yet victorious laugh when I feel myself shoot another load into her. She holds herself down milking me dry before leaning down and whispering in my ear.
"I told you before, I wanted you to impregnate me and since you wouldn't willingly give me what I wanted, I used my venom to give you a push." She sits up and stares down at me before she places her hands on her stomach with a gentle smile and I watch as her flat stomach now has a small bump.
Feeling sick, I forcefully managed to push her off and I turn around and wretch all the contents of my stomach.
"I didn't realize you would have so much stamina. Nor did I realize you'd thoroughly fuck this virgin for over six hours. You have given me everything I have ever wanted." She says getting up with wobbly legs.
"You are, by arachnadian law, my husband." She says with a sickly sweet voice.
"Guards!" I yell out feeling lightheaded and sick to my stomach still.
A handful of guards as well as my beta and delta come rushing into the room.
Their eyes assess the situation but none question me. I point at the arachnadian woman with disdain and command the guards.
"Get that filthy woman and have her thrown in the dungeon. Someone please have my wife cut down, cleaned, and have the pack doctor come look at her. Have the maids come clean this room." I speak with authority and humility.
They nod and I watch as a few guards grab the woman and start dragging her out of the room naked.
"What are you doing? Unhand me!" The woman screeches bewildered and struggles but I make no move as I drown in the realization that I have betrayed my mate and wife.
I walk over to Celeste when my beta finally gets her out of the webs but when I bend down to grab hold of her, she turns her head into my betas chest and curls herself into his arms shrinking in on herself.
"Celeste-" I breathe out broken but she just shakes her head and turns even smaller till she takes on her four inch faerie form.
My beta looks up at me with accusatory eyes and I swallow what feels like a golf ball because the last time Celeste shrunk down like this was when she found out she was basically infertile.
"I'm going to take Her Majesty to the clinic." He says in a sharp clipped tone. I nod feeling hollow and one of the guards throws a pair of pants at my feet.
"Your Highness, what do you want us to do with that woman once we have her in the dungeons?" A guard asks me with a touch of malice. I look at him for a brief moment thinking about the situation and how that woman is probably carrying my child.
"Treat her well for now. Make sure she's fed and give her some clothes but don't do anything else. She's to stay down there." I say dismissing him. He nods and walks off while I still stand there naked and stare down at the pants at my feet.
Today started out so fucking perfect.
I think grabbing at my hair in frustration.
"Dammit!" I yell out throwing the closest thing near me.