Chapter 77: Chapter 76. Your Eyes & Ears
Wyndham Estate
"No." Vivianne’s voice is firm and quiet but unyielding as she stands in front of Roxanne.
Roxanne froze where she stood, halfway into their shared room in the Wyndham estate. "Sweetheart, please," she said, her tone softening into a plea. "This isn’t a joke. I need to keep you safe." Her voice cracked at the edges; the thought of Vivianne in danger is something she couldn’t bear.
Vivianne turned to her slowly, eyes steady. "And who’s keeping you safe?"
Roxanne sighed, forcing a small, confident smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "I’m the Grand Duke of Borgia. I just defeated the demon king, Ashkareth. I’ll be fine."
"Still, you were wounded," Vivianne shot back, her tone sharp but trembling with worry.
"Mara can fix me later," Roxanne replied, brushing it off as though it were nothing.
Vivianne crossed her arms, her expression flat. "Mara’s healing power is nowhere near as good as Undine’s water," she said, her voice unwavering. And she was right; Roxanne knew it. She had no argument for that.
"Viv—"
"Don’t." Vivianne cut her off, stepping forward. Her presence is commanding in a way that only she could manage, soft yet irresistible. She closed the distance between them, pushing Roxanne gently back until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed.
"This," Vivianne continued as she climbed onto her lap, straddling her, her gaze fierce and unblinking. "The Grand Duchess of Borgia," she said, pointing to herself. "Bearer of the Spirit Kings. I’ve bonded with Undine, Tempest, and Afrit. I can defend with spirit power and attack if I must. And I can help you see what you can’t and hear what others hide." Roxanne stared up at her, speechless, her hands resting against Vivianne’s hips as if afraid she might vanish.
Vivianne leaned in, their foreheads nearly touching, her voice softening but still firm. "I’ll be fine. You don’t need to send me away, wife. I’m not your weakness. I’m your strongest ally. Your wife. Your mate."
Roxanne’s breath trembled as she let out a long exhale. She wanted to argue, to protect her, to lock her away from the coming storm, but the fire in Vivianne’s eyes reminded her of why she fell in love with her in the first place. Vivianne isn’t someone who needed saving. She’s someone who would stand beside her through every battle, every scar, and every war to come.
"Okay." Roxanne finally relented, her voice low but warm with surrender.
Vivianne’s lips curved into a triumphant smile. "Okay," she echoed, then suddenly pushed off the bed and jumped, landing back down with enough force to make Roxanne fall with her. Their laughter tangled together as they hit the mattress in a heap of warmth and tangled limbs.
"My God," Roxanne murmured, smiling up at her wife, her hand brushing a loose strand of hair from Vivianne’s cheek. "I should thank the gods for giving me you."
Vivianne’s eyes glimmered with mischief. "Don’t thank them. Thank me. I’m the one who chose you."
Roxanne laughed, a deep, genuine sound that filled the room. "True," she said, grinning. "Then—thank you for choosing this demon."
Vivianne leaned closer, her fingers tracing lazy circles against Roxanne’s chest. "Sexy demon," she corrected playfully, "and soon to be the alpha mother of our children." She patted her stomach softly, still flat beneath her hand, but both of them knew what it meant: that a miracle was growing within her.
Roxanne’s laughter faded into a tender smile. She reached out, resting her palm over Vivianne’s hand, feeling the warmth beneath it. "Then I suppose I’ll have to make this continent mine before our eldest is born," she said softly, her tone half a vow, half a promise to the life they’re building.
The omega’s expression softened, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of Roxanne’s jaw. "You will, Your Grace," she murmured, her voice a tender whisper that seemed to linger in the air between them.
Roxanne couldn’t help the shiver that ran through her at the sound of those words. "You do know, don’t you?" she asked, her voice low but laced with a warmth that betrayed her affection. "The effect you have every time you call me that?"
Vivianne’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes glinting with quiet mischief. Without a word, she allowed Roxanne to pull her closer, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for this. Roxanne nestled into the curve of Vivianne’s neck, inhaling deeply. The scent of her pheromones, warm, honeyed, and achingly familiar, washed over her like a balm, soothing the restless storm within.
"I know," Vivianne replied, her voice soft but deliberate, her breath warm against Roxanne’s ear. "And I’m using it well." She shifted slightly, her movements deliberate as she straddled Roxanne once more.
Her hands rested lightly on Roxanne’s shoulders, her touch both grounding and electrifying. "What if I told you," she began, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper, "that the baby needs you?"
Roxanne’s breath hitched, her hands instinctively finding Vivianne’s hips. "Are you sure that’ll be safe?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern even as her body betrayed her eagerness.
Vivianne chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate. "You’re asking as if you’re worried," she teased, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent a jolt of heat through Roxanne. "But I can feel how eager you are." Her fingers traced a path down Roxanne’s chest, her touch feather-light but charged with intent.
Roxanne’s hands tightened gently on Vivianne’s hips, her touch firm yet reverent. Her eyes searched Vivianne’s, finding nothing but love and trust reflected back at her. It was that trust, that unshakable bond, that made her feel whole.
Vivianne leaned down, her lips brushing against Roxanne’s in a kiss that’s slow and unhurried. Roxanne responded in kind, her hands sliding up Vivianne’s back to cradle her closer, as if she could draw her wife’s very essence into herself.
When Vivianne pulled back slightly, her breath warm against Roxanne’s lips, she whispered, "Let me take care of you tonight." Her fingers traced the line of Roxanne’s collarbone, her touch feather-light but deliberate. "Just you and me, and this moment."
Roxanne nodded, her throat tight with emotion. "Okay," she breathed, her voice barely audible.
She then undid the buttons of Roxanne’s shirt with a tenderness that made Roxanne’s heart ache. Each brush of her fingers against Roxanne’s skin sent a ripple of warmth through her, a reminder of the deep intimacy they shared. When the fabric fell away, Vivianne paused, her gaze sweeping over Roxanne with a softness that took her breath away.
"I still can’t believe I’m your wife," Vivianne whispered, her voice trembling with sincerity. She leaned down again, pressing a kiss to the hollow of Roxanne’s throat, then another to the curve of her shoulder. Her lips were warm, her touch achingly gentle.
Roxanne’s hands found their way to Vivianne’s hair, her fingers tangling in the soft strands as she guided her closer. "I can’t believe the most beautiful omega in the whole empire is married to me and is pregnant with my child," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
Vivianne’s lips curved into a smile against Roxanne’s skin, and she continued her slow exploration, her hands and mouth mapping out every inch of Roxanne with a reverence that left her breathless. When Vivianne’s hands finally found the button of Roxanne’s pants, she paused, her gaze meeting Roxanne’s.
"You’re not afraid, are you?" Vivianne asked softly, her voice laced with care. Her fingers traced the line of Roxanne’s jaw, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You don’t think you’ll break me, do you?"
Roxanne’s breath hitched, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on Vivianne’s hips. "I’m afraid," she admitted, her voice low and vulnerable. "But I’ll be gentle. I’ll always be gentle with you."
Vivianne’s smile is radiant, a soft glow that seems to light up the room. "Your Grace," she murmured, her tone playful yet tender, "I’ve handled your rut before. I can definitely handle you when you’re gentle."
Roxanne watched her with a mixture of awe and adoration, her heart swelling with love. When Vivianne finally undressed her, her touch never strayed from tender and loving, each brush of her fingers sending a wave of warmth through Roxanne’s body.
When they’re both bare, skin against skin, Vivianne settled into Roxanne’s arms, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for this. She straddled the alpha, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving Roxanne’s. With a soft sigh, she sank herself onto Roxanne, taking her fully, her body adjusting to the familiar yet overwhelming sensation.
"How do you keep getting bigger every time?" Vivianne teased, her voice breathless as she could feel Roxanne’s fullness, the way her body stretched to accommodate her, and it sent a shiver of pleasure through her.
Roxanne groaned softly, her hands gripping Vivianne’s hips to steady her. "You’re always so tight," she murmured, her voice rough with desire but laced with affection. She helped her wife move, her touch gentle and guiding, their rhythm slow and unhurried.
Their movements are slow and deliberate, like a dance they’d perfected over years together. It wasn’t frantic or hurried; Vivianne’s hands moved over Roxanne’s body, her touch soft but sure. She traced the lines of Roxanne’s shoulders, her fingers brushing lightly over her skin, as if memorizing every inch of her. Each touch made Roxanne shiver, drawing soft sighs and whispered words from her lips.
"You’re so beautiful," Vivianne murmured, her voice low and warm. Her hands slid down Roxanne’s sides, her thumbs brushing over her face in a way that made Roxanne’s breath catch.
Roxanne’s hands are just as tender as they move over Vivianne’s body. She cupped her wife’s face, her thumb brushing over her cheekbone, before letting her hands drift lower. She traced the curve of Vivianne’s waist, her fingers skimming over the small of her back, pulling her closer. Every touch is gentle, careful, as if she’s afraid to break the moment.
"You feel like home," Roxanne whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Her hands paused at the base of Vivianne’s spine, holding her there, their bodies pressed together.
Vivianne smiled, her eyes soft and full of love. "I’m your home, as you’re my home," she replied, her voice steady but warm. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to Roxanne’s lips. When she pulled back, her forehead rested against Roxanne’s, their breaths mingling, while their bodies kept moving, filling each other.
They moved together in a rhythm that felt natural and comfortable. It’s just them, wrapped in each other, their bodies and hearts perfectly in sync. Every movement, every touch, is a reminder of the love and trust they shared. There are no words needed; their bodies spoke for them.
When the moment finally climaxed, it was with an intensity that left them both breathless. They held onto each other, their bodies trembling, their hearts beating in unison. Vivianne’s head rested on Roxanne’s shoulder, her breath warm against her skin. Roxanne’s arms tightened around her, holding her close, as if she never wanted to let go.
They lay tangled in one another’s arms, bodies folding together until the world outside seemed to blur. Vivianne’s head rested against Roxanne’s chest, warm and steady, while her fingers traced small, absent patterns across Roxanne’s bare skin. Roxanne’s arms tightened around her, pressing a careful kiss to the crown of Vivianne’s head as if sealing a promise in the soft curve of that moment.
"I’m coming with you. I’ll be your eyes, ears, and your support for this upcoming war," Vivianne said, voice low and certain.
"Okay," Roxanne replied, the single word soft but whole.