Chapter 70: Chapter 69. Something Growing
Wyndham Estate
Vivianne blinked up at the familiar ceiling of the Wyndham estate, the carvings of the Wyndham’s art reminding her exactly where she was. It’s the same room she had been moved to after the first one was destroyed during the Black Covenant’s ambush, a night she’d been too distracted to notice danger creeping near.
She exhaled, burying her face briefly in the pillow, heat creeping up her neck as the memory returned: Roxanne’s hands, her strength, and the way Vivianne’s mind had gone utterly blank beneath her mate’s weight. No spirit’s whisper could reach her that night; she had been completely lost in Roxanne.
When she finally looked up, three figures hovered lazily above her, familiar, luminous, and distinctly unimpressed. "Don’t stare at me like that," Vivianne muttered, rubbing her temple. "I learned my lesson."
"Then keep your ears open this time." Undine crossed her arms, water swirling around her like ribbons.
"And stop blocking us out when you’re... otherwise occupied." Tempest’s eyes glimmered with mischief.
Vivianne’s face flared crimson. "Oh, my lord, yes, I am aware!" she exclaimed, clutching a pillow to conceal her face.
From above, a low chuckle rolled like thunder, Ignis clearly enjoying her embarrassment. "Honestly," she muttered into the pillow, "you’d think divine spirits would have some decency."
Roxanne emerged from the bathroom moments later; she wore a simple, old-fashioned nightshirt of white linen, soft and thin enough for the lamplight to catch its folds and gleam faintly like moonlight on water. The fabric fell to her calves, loose and unhurried, moving with her every quiet step. Its sleeves billowed gently at the wrists, tied with delicate gathers that framed her hands when she brushed her hair back.
A small slit at the neckline is fastened with thin cords, the bow lying just below her throat, where her pulse beat steady and calm. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders in dark waves, sending the faint scent of soap and warm skin into the air, a scent uniquely hers, crisp yet grounding, touched with something that only Vivianne could name as Roxanne.
Vivianne, still sitting on the bed, felt her chest tighten in that familiar way. It wasn’t the pull of pheromones this time; it’s subtler, quieter. The kind of awareness that came from watching someone who had long stopped being just "someone."
Roxanne’s presence had a gravity to it, to give an effect to her, to make her knees weak under her gaze. And her gesture, calm but undeniable, and even in something as plain as a linen nightshirt, she looked entirely regal.
She wasn’t in a rut; that much is clear. Her scent carried no sharpness, no trace of the wild, magnetic energy that came when her instincts took over. Instead, she is composed, serene, and in control.
To anyone else, she might have seemed ordinary, but Vivianne knew better. The stillness of a female Alpha could be more powerful than her frenzy; it’s strength held in reserve, a storm content to wait.
And then there’s her anatomy; for a female Alpha, her genitalia remained concealed, hidden in plain sight until the need arose. Only in the throes of arousal or the heat of a rut did it reveal itself, fully functional and ready to fulfill its purpose.
In those moments, she could claim her Omega, knotting them with an instinctual drive, binding them together in a primal act of mating. It’s then that she would pour her essence into her Omega, marking them, claiming them, and ensuring the continuation of their lineage.
Roxanne glanced toward her, lips curving into that small, sweet smile. "You’re staring," she murmured, her voice low and smooth, carrying a hint of something deeper, something that sent a shiver down Vivianne’s spine.
Vivianne didn’t look away. "I can’t?" she replied softly, her tone laced with a quiet challenge.
"Of course you can." Roxanne’s smile widened slightly as she climbed into the bed, her gaze lingering on Vivianne a little longer, and she caught herself staring, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of her wife.
Vivianne sprawled across their bed, wearing a thin nightdress made of a light cream fabric that clung delicately to her curves. The material draped gently over her frame, revealing just enough to be tantalizing. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and Roxanne could already detect the sweet, heady scent of her arousal, subtle but unmistakable, and it stirred something primal within her.
With deliberate slowness, Vivianne shifted slightly, letting the nightdress slip off her shoulder to reveal the pale curve of her collarbone and the soft swell of her cleavage. The hem rode up just enough to expose a glimpse of her thigh, smooth and inviting. "Oh," Vivianne murmured softly, her voice dripping with feigned innocence as she caught the stronger, more pungent scent of Roxanne’s arousal.
"I didn’t do anything, and I’ve still managed to get you worked up?" she asked, her tone teasing, almost playful.
Roxanne growled low in her throat, the sound vibrating with desire. Vivianne knew exactly the effect she had on her, and she’s playing it to perfection. "I’m clothed," Vivianne purred, her lips curving into a sly smile as she reclined further, making no move to close the distance between them.
With one swift, decisive motion, Roxanne closed the gap, pulling Vivianne closer until their bodies pressed together. She raised Vivianne’s hips, aligning them with her own, and tugged the nightdress up to reveal the slick, glistening heat of Vivianne’s core, already drenched and inviting. The source of that intoxicating sweetness. "You’re really hard to please," Roxanne muttered, her voice rough with need.
Vivianne’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening with desire as she met Roxanne’s gaze. "With an alpha like you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of submission and defiance. "I’m willing to bend over for you."
The words hung in the air, charged with unspoken promises. Roxanne’s grip tightened, her instincts flaring as she leaned in, her lips brushing against Vivianne’s ear. "Then I’m not going to hold back," she growled, her voice a low, commanding rumble that sent a thrill through Vivianne’s entire body.
Vivianne gasped, her body arching instinctively as Roxanne’s hands gripped her hips, lifting her into position. The thin nightdress was already bunched around Vivianne’s waist, leaving her fully exposed. Roxanne’s breath hitched as she took in the sight of her wife, her slick, swollen core glistening with arousal, the scent of her so intoxicating it made Roxanne’s head spin.
"Your grace—" Vivianne started, her voice trembling, exactly knowing what would happen if she called her wife like that.
And Vivianne was right; it didn’t take Roxanne a long time as she thrust into her without warning. There’s no foreplay, no gentle preparation. Roxanne’s hard shaft, thick, throbbing, and already dripping with pre-cum, plunged into Vivianne’s tight, wet heat in one forceful stroke.
The sensation is overwhelming for both of them. Vivianne’s nails dug into the sheets, her back arching as she cried out, her body stretching to accommodate her wife’s sudden size. Roxanne groaned, deep and primal, her hips snapping forward as she buried herself to the hilt.
"Argh," Vivianne gasped, her voice breaking as Roxanne began to move.
Roxanne’s thrusts are relentless, each one driving deeper and harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Vivianne’s moans turned into high-pitched cries, her body trembling with each brutal stroke. Roxanne’s grip on her hips tightened, her fingers leaving marks as she pulled Vivianne back onto her with every thrust.
"You’re mine," Roxanne growled, her voice rough and commanding. "All mine."
Vivianne writhed beneath her, her body responding instinctively to her alpha’s dominance. Her legs wrapped around Roxanne’s waist, pulling her closer, deeper, as if she couldn’t get enough. The room is filled with the sounds of their passion: Vivianne’s desperate moans, Roxanne’s guttural growls, and the wet, slapping rhythm of their bodies moving together.
Roxanne’s knot began to swell, pressing against Vivianne’s entrance with each thrust, promising to lock them together. Vivianne’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body tightening around Roxanne as she teetered on the edge of climax.
"Ahhn... your grace—" Vivianne managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Roxanne’s movements became even more frantic, her hips slamming into Vivianne with a ferocity that left them both trembling. She could feel Vivianne’s walls clenching around her, the pressure building as her knot began to catch, locking them together. With a final, brutal thrust, Roxanne buried herself completely, her knot swelling to its full size and sealing them in place.
Vivianne screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her body convulsing around Roxanne’s cock. Roxanne groaned, her own release surging as she pumped thick, hot ropes of cum deep into Vivianne’s womb. The sensation is overwhelming, the connection between them raw and unfiltered as they ride out their climaxes together.
This time, Vivianne felt something different as Roxanne’s hot essence flooded her womb. It isn’t just the physical sensation; it’s deeper, more profound. A warmth spread through her, overwhelming in its intensity, something she had never experienced in her past life.
It isn’t just the bond between them; it is something more. Something primal, something sacred. Her body trembled as she clung to Roxanne, their damp nightdresses clinging to their sweat-slicked skin, the air thick with the scent of their union.
For a moment, neither of them moved, their bodies locked together in the aftermath of their passion. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, the room heavy with the weight of what had just transpired. Roxanne leaned down, her lips brushing a possessive kiss against Vivianne’s neck. Her teeth grazed her mark on Vivianne’s nape, a silent claim, a reminder of who Vivianne belonged to.
"Mine," Roxanne whispered, her voice low, rough, and dripping with satisfaction.
Vivianne whimpered in response, her body still trembling as she clung to Roxanne, her fingers digging into her wife’s shoulders. The warmth inside her seemed to grow, a sensation that is both comforting and electrifying.
As they lie there, entwined and breathless, one thing is certain for Vivianne: something is growing inside her. And Vivianne knew, deep in her soul, that this was only the first step in a journey that would bind them together in ways neither of them could yet comprehend.