Let's have a baby

Nothing she was doing was convincing at all... and it wouldn't be....she took a swift turn and noticed her husband opening the door to leave the room...she pinched her head in frustration and wondered what could possibly intrigue this man since it was clear enough that her golden ring that was beginning to look rusty by the day was powerless... besides...she could decipher that magic inclined love was nothing magically but an obsession....a tragedy... a pocession .....since it would eventually end...one has to enjoy that momentary pleasure... and would have to watch like the thief in the night... waiting and hoping every second that the magic doesn't fade off

Philip tried to pull the handle of the door endlessly until he realized it was jammed...truth be told this rusty door had always been this way and it had stood for ages...makes one wonder if it was ever a shinny metal and fear that it would fade into the desert one day...but he wasn't deceived...he turned around forcing his frustration into his soul and forced out a smirk at his lady.... and before he could speak

" let's make babies Philip..." Monica was straight forward cutting him off track and no longer beating around the bush or hoping she could find a better way to tell him.

The lord was dumbstruck...his mouth gap as he stared at her with widened eyes...any man who'd be denied ...starved this pleasure for fifteen years of marriage wouldn't even process this and jump at this offer but this man...he'd frozen in disbelief.... Monica didn't say a word but rather looked at him with longing eyes ....he could see a spark of desire and lust in her eyes and he'd realized the palace walls hadn't announced her when she came in...he also wouldn't deny the fact he'd noticed her chilling temperature and felt heat emanate from her...with the softness of the way she first spoke to him...he walked slowly towards her without breaking eye contact that made Monica's heart thump louder like a drum against her chest and hope glimmered in her eyes that she began to heat up in anticipation remembering the scene of those love birds.

" where the hell is the lady?...where is queen Monica?" Philip screamed in her face clutching her neck and knapping her back against the metal wall and made her back ache...so much..." hell shit! that hurts Philip..." the lady started cursing again.....so loud that Philip if not being a deity and a king would have dwindled in fright ... probably cover his ear to block the aching sounds...he was still pinning her to the wall when he read her using his powers.....he withdrew with immediate effect making Monica wonder if she'd scared him off again...

but wait!...why wouldn't he just comply? she'd been clear enough and straight forward with what she wanted?...why does he keep waking up her demon? ...she suddenly had an urgent desire for a blood tea...as she seemed to clinch her back and winch.... Philip rung the bell by his side and a maid immediately rushed in with a jug of blood tea and two gold like glasses on a royal but metal tray. ... dropped it by the bedside table and disappeared back into the nowhere she'd come from immediately she noticed the awkwardness in the atmosphere

"please Philip...just one baby"Monica found herself saying in a tone like a plea

"take a tea Monica" he responded still staring deep into her eyes.....deep down he knew this hasn't changed anything and wouldn't but he was so hungry for it....he remembered all the times he'd cursed the all supreme lord Allen for placing him here in hell...but now he made wishes instead... hoping if he could burn her desire and lift her to the peak... perhaps.....he could get this pleasure more often