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I cocked my head to the side, watching them.

Watching him.

She, whoever she was, was irrelevant, on her hands and knees as she was.

I slowly took a bite of my jam and biscuit, before murmuring to myself, "he's been at this for hours."

The muscles in his back flexing as he gripped her hair thrusting roughly into her.

So much semen wasted in one woman.

He seems so very virile, it could make for some very powerful spells.

And yet I thought absently, he's wasting it. Likely trying to procreate before his death.

I doubt he knows how much a fertility spell with the seed of a potent male is worth.

If he did he certainly wouldn't have spent in this blonde woman so many times.

He changes his position each time he comes. Fascinatingly enough.

The first time when they first stumbled into the room in the early morning hours, she was against the door. Being held up by him.

He has excellent biceps.

The second he tossed her onto the bed, her legs over his shoulders.

The third sideways. Which looked rather interesting yet difficult.

He was currently on the fourth. Looking as though he would be moving onto the fifth soon.

His grip on her hips looked almost painful, the glimpses of her face I got told me she was enjoying it.

I have yet to see his genitalia, but by the size of the man alone, I assume he is impressive.

I could easily sell that to a woman who needed to slip her lover an enhancement spell.

He ground his hips into her.

He wasn't the type to continue thrusting as he was finishing.

No, he was the kind to bury himself as deeply as possible.

Surprising he has no offspring.

A very well sculpted ass though he certainly possesses.

Sadly no use for that.

The woman he had been brutally fucking collapsed, face buried into the sheets, hips still in the air.

He spoke for a moment.

I tisked at my inability to hear them through the crystal ball. Curious as to what he stopped to say.

She nodded slowly.

Obviously it was a question.

He shifted a bit, spreading her legs more, one hand on her neck as his other arm moved likely pleasuring her.

My brows furrowed, he's not changing position?

Perhaps he favors this one.

His hips rolled a bit.

He has excellent control of his pelvic muscles.

The blonde gasped, fingers gripping the sheets, her entire body tensing for a moment before relaxing in shudders.

Strange. I thought, he's going slowly after hours of pure fucking.

I wonder why.

I shifted the view of the crystal ball.

And utterly froze.

He...

My cheeks grew warm, biscuit falling from my hand.

He's...not using her vaginally.

Well his fingers were.

The rest of him was shadowed from my view, but if he wasn't using her sex...

Sodomy isn't legal in these lands.

That filthy law breaking king! I nearly giggled.

He clearly had experience with this by the way he was moving.

I shifted my view back to where it had been.

I preferred to focus on him, the other angles had too many views of her body.

My jaw slowly fell as he eventually picked up his pace until he was fucking her just as roughly before.

I would be curious as to if she was in pain but her toes were curled and body shaking in obvious orgasm.

this was fascinating.

I shifted in my seat, trying to comprehend what she must be feeling. Especially if he was large.

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He threw her out.

He came and said something, likely telling her to dress, and threw her out as he pulled some trousers over his firm ass.

The man threw her out, all his viral fluids still dripping from her body in multiple places.

I switched the crystal balls view to follow the blonde, simultaneously flipping through one of my spell books.

She traveled through the city, to what appeared to be a rather poor part of town. It didn't match her outer appearance at all.

Social climber.

Perfect.

The second she stepped into her house I pricked my finger and gripped my enchanted hand mirror, writing carefully in my blood. The message disappearing and reappearing boldly on her own mirror.

Would you like to mother the next king? You have all you need. All you must do is prick your finger and trace this message. All the wealth. The status. Will be yours with one beautiful baby boy.

She hesitated a moment.

You will save everyone. The kingdom will adore you.

The woman pricked her finger with a pin, tracing the message.

I began chanting.

And then she disappeared, reappearing in the seat across from me. "What?!"

Her voice was high and nasaly. I was suddenly glad I could not hear her during intercourse. "Hello. I am Noviana Nivara."

She swallowed hard, looking around the room, eyes lingering in the bone furniture and candle holders.

"The wax is made from human fat." I supplied when she did not offer a name.

Her skin paled.

"You have something I desire." I murmured softly, gaze sweeping her body.

"You said I would mother the next king."

"You will not." I replied calmly, "but the fluids the king placed inside you will certainly be useful."

Her eyes grew wide.

"Especially the sodomy, less of your fluids involved."

"But-"

"You." I continued softly, "are not even fertile."

Her mouth snapped shut.

I gazed at her lower abdomen, "someone has scraped your womb clean and accidentally broke you."

"How did you-"

"The stars told me." I stood slowly, long nails clacking on the table rhythmically, "fear not. After I extract the seminal fluids, your liver, a lung, and part of your intestinal track. You may leave if you are still alive. Otherwise I will bury you in my graveyard and give you new life."

She launched out of her seat and ran for the door.

I watched her flee into the front yard, only to be captured by one of my flora en fauna, it's toxic secretin quickly leaving her paralyzed.

Wonderful. Now I must work on a time crunch before the toxin kills her or contaminates the seminal fluids.

I sighed softly, stepping into the dawning sunlight.