CHAPTER 174: MY SEED IS A CURSE (18+)

Meanwhile, back in Mira’s chamber...

Mira was seated gracefully on her cushioned chair while her maids busied themselves around her...one brushing through her long hair, another skillfully applying makeup, and a third carefully sorting through the layers of luxurious dresses spread out on a polished rack.

"Her Highness, the Empress Luna, is no longer in the imperial palace. She’s not even in the pack territory right now," Mira began, a warm yet calculating smile plastered on her face. "She made sure none of us....none of us concubines were allowed to visit the Alpha Emperor while she was here. And it’s not as though he wanted us anyway, not with that bitch Sorayah always clinging to him."

She paused as one of the maids, head bowed low, dared to speak.

"But, Your Grace... other concubines have tried visiting him before in Her Majesty’s absence, and they were all turned away. I heard that only Her Royal Consort, Lady Sorayah, was permitted to remain in his chamber. She’s the only one His Highness didn’t send out."

Mira’s expression twisted in fury.

"That bitch!!!" she snapped, slamming both palms against her dressing table, sending a few cosmetics tumbling to the ground. She shot up to her feet, her chest heaving in anger. "Why is she everywhere?! Isn’t she supposed to be in the Dowager Empress’s quarters, serving her food like some lowly handmaid?"

The same maid responded, her voice trembling but respectful. "His Highness already issued a decree. It’s no longer required for the Royal Consort to personally cook for the Empress Dowager unless she chooses to. The royal kitchen already has her recipes. Everything is managed efficiently now. They only call her in for help with unique dishes, which is rare."

Mira’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.

"I’ve had enough of this," she muttered under her breath. "I’m going to the Alpha Emperor’s chamber now. I refuse to sit still while that serpent slithers all over what’s mine. He won’t send me away....I was his official wife long before he ever became emperor."

Without another word, Mira walked out of her chamber.

******

Meanwhile, inside the Alpha Emperor’s chamber...

"Fuck!!" Sorayah screamed, her voice a trembling mix of shock and ecstasy as Dimitri drove himself deep inside her.

"Oh, I’ll fuck you hard, alright," Dimitri growled, his voice rough and thick with arousal.

He gripped her hips with firm hands, guiding her body as he pushed more of his thick dragonhood into her, forcing her mouth to fall open with a silent gasp. Her back arched beautifully beneath him, her legs trembling from the sheer fullness. Her eyes widened in pleasure and disbelief as her body stretched to accommodate him.

"Oh fuck~" Sorayah cried out, her fingers clutching the bedspread beneath her, knuckles white as he bottomed out. She could feel the weight of him even in her belly, the bulge forming with each slow and powerful thrust.

Her breath caught as his hand moved down, fingers finding her clit and rubbing in steady circles, making her wetter, driving her closer to the edge.

"Oh my goddess~"

Pah! Pah! Pah!

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the chamber, each thrust harder than the last.

"Fuck me~!" she cried, her voice raw with desire.

"Oh yeah, I’ll fuck you hard," Dimitri growled again, panting as he thrust into her with wild, possessive hunger. His free hand reached up to fondle her breasts, squeezing and teasing the soft mounds as his other hand continued its relentless assault on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to release.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

After some time...

"I’m cumming....!" Dimitri groaned, his voice strained and deep with need. He quickly pulled out, releasing thick streams of his seed onto the polished marble floor beside the bed.

Sorayah didn’t protest. She allowed it, knowing she couldn’t force him to finish inside her...though the thought certainly crossed her mind.

Once Dimitri finished and collapsed beside her, panting and flushed, Sorayah rose with sensual grace. Her body still tingled from the intense lovemaking. Without a word, she turned to face him, her expression unreadable, then gently pushed him back onto the bed and climbed atop him.

Dimitri looked up, still catching his breath.

"Clean the rest of my cum with your mouth first," he ordered, his voice low and commanding.

Sorayah tilted her head and gave him a sly smile.

"Why didn’t you cum inside me?" she asked suddenly, her tone curious. "You can’t impregnate a woman afterall."

Dimitri’s jaw tensed. He swallowed hard before answering.

"I can’t impregnate other werewolf women... but I can impregnate you, Sorayah," he said quietly, his voice suddenly serious.

"But I don’t want to impregnate you... because...."

Before he could finish his words , Sorayah lowered herself onto his still-hard cock once again, cutting off his words with a slow, deliberate thrust of her hips.

"Then shut up," she whispered. "Let me ride you until you can’t think straight."

"Fuck~"

’I knew you could impregnate a human after all. Then why didn’t you want to impregnate me?’ Sorayah’s thoughts raced wildly as she rode Dimitri harder, her hips moving in determined rhythm, driving both herself and Dimitri toward insanity. Sweat glistened on her skin, her breasts bouncing with every motion, but she didn’t stop....couldn’t stop.

’There’s no way he truly believes that lie....that sex between us will kill one of us. He has to know the truth. That making love to me...not just sex will break his curse, not bring death.’

"Fuck it, Sorayah!" Dimitri groaned loudly, his voice gravelly and broken with desire.

His large hands gripped her ass, kneading the soft flesh like dough, groaning as she clenched around him. His fingers dug in tighter as if trying to hold on for dear life.

"I’m cumming~" he gasped.

’Oh, you will cum inside me,’ Sorayah thought to herself, a sly, determined smile ghosting across her lips. She picked up the pace, ignoring the ache radiating through her sore pink enclave. Dimitri’s size stretched her to the limit, but she didn’t care.

Today, she had made a decision that she was going to get pregnant. No matter what.

"Oh fuck~" Dimitri growled. His hands suddenly moved to her waist, trying to lift her off his dick as his orgasm approached.

But Sorayah held firm.

"No," she breathed out, her body trembling as she kept him buried deep inside. And then she felt it... his thick, hot seed shooting into her in rhythmic spurts, coating her insides with a flood of warmth. Only then did she release her grip and allow herself to slide off him, panting heavily.

"Fuck... fuck, fuck!!" Dimitri cursed, dragging a hand through his tousled hair as he sat up. His expression was one of alarm, not relief. "I told you.....I was about to cum! Do you want to die?!"

"Die?" Sorayah raised an eyebrow, her chest heaving as she lay on the bed. Her thighs were tightly pressed together, instinctively protecting his seed from slipping out. "Why don’t you want to cum in me, huh? What are you so afraid of?"

"Because my seed is like poison to you!" Dimitri snapped. "Get the royal physician! Now!" he barked toward the door.

"Yes, Your Highness!" one of the guards replied instantly, retreating quickly down the hallway.

"I’m not taking the damn contraceptive herb," Sorayah said, her voice calm but resolute. She placed a hand gently over her stomach, protective already. "If you think I don’t want your child just because I hated you before, you’re wrong. I want to carry your baby. Okay?"

Dimitri’s eyes burned with frustration. "You’re going to die!" he shouted. "Do you understand that? You having sex with me...letting me cum inside you means death, Sorayah! My seed is a curse! Fine! Yes! The moment you give birth, the curse will be lifted from me but you’ll die the moment that child is born!"

"Fuck." Sorayah let out a low scoff, almost laughing in disbelief.

What a lie.

She knew the truth....had known for a while now. The only reason she would die was if Dimitri took her without love in his heart, without tenderness. If he had used her cruelly back then, when hatred still ruled him, then yes.....her death would have been certain. But now? Things were different.

Back then, yes....impregnating her might have killed her.

But this? This was different.

She could handle the complications. She was no ordinary woman. She had dragon blood. She had powers. She had control.

"You’ve been lied to, Your Highness," she said, a gentle smile breaking across her face. "I won’t die if I carry your child. There’ll be complications, yes but I can handle them. We can handle them."

"I don’t want that for you, Sorayah," Dimitri replied quickly, his voice almost pleading now. "I’ve gotten used to my curse. At least it makes me useful during wars. It gives me power. I don’t care about lifting it anymore."

"So, you prefer to never have a child?" Sorayah asked, her gaze fixed on him.

Dimitri didn’t hesitate.

"Someone from the pack will become the next Alpha Emperor when I’m gone," he said, his voice deep and firm. "For now, all I want is to live a peaceful, happy life with the person I love. I don’t want a child that brings danger into your body. Complications are unpredictable, Sorayah. And complications... can also mean death. I only want you to be safe."

Sorayah looked at him long and hard, then replied in a whisper, "Safe? Well... you putting a baby in me is the only way I can be saved."

Without waiting for his response, she stepped away from the bed, gathering the blanket loosely around herself.

And just then....

"I KNEW I would find you in here, you slut!" came a shrill, furious voice from the doorway.

Mira barged in, her eyes wide in disbelief, fury radiating from every inch of her. She stood frozen, gaze locked on Sorayah’s half-naked form and Dimitri’s bare chest.

Sorayah moved instinctively, stepping back toward Dimitri. She quickly pulled the blanket over both of them, shielding their bodies from Mira’s scandalized stare.

"Mira..." Dimitri growled, voice cold. "How dare you?"