The Scent

Oni found Parthenia still naked and on bloody sheets the next morning.

Parthenia cried as Oni pulled her up to her chest. "Parthenia."

Lord Yasa stood behind the door, he could smell the blood, and it ate at him. Oni bathed and dressed Parthenia, and they remained locked in the room for three days. They were to do very little. But as the third day came, they were separated again. Parthenia sat alone in a chair halfway inside the room, half outside on the balcony. She was letting the cool breeze, and warm sun charge her body.

Then he walked in.

She didn't look at him. He walked forward and knelt. "Look at me."

She didn't want to, but she did and then she gasped.

He had face markings, and they made him even more beautiful. "Your face."

His eyes had two black marks coming out of them, and they reached up to his temple. Under his eyes, it looked like someone had smugged black ash, making his eye color stand out more. His new marking made him look even more Godly. "Indeed" His eyes glided to her tummy. "You conceived."

Her hands went to her tummy. "You're- you're sure?"

"I would not have gained them otherwise."

"And- and my sister?"

"My brother's seed took."

She calmed a little. "That is good."

"I wish to smell it."

She blushed. "Smell it?"

"To ensure it, unless you prefer a midwife to spread your legs."

She slowly moved her hands. He drew closer, but the clothing was blocking the deep smell he wanted to remember.

He slowly undid her ties. "Severin?"

He glared at her, and she shut her mouth. He parted her robes, and his nose met with her belly button, and he inhaled. Her hands by instinct went to his head. "Do you smell it?"

God could he, and he could also smell her, her sex.

He slightly growled, "You are pregnant."

Then his nose went lower; she was shaven, something he did not even notice the night before. "Severin?" She sucked in the air.

"My beast is reacting to your scent." Then he licked her clit.

Her hand flew up to her mouth to hold in her gasp, and then he did it again. She could feel herself getting wet. What was he doing? His warm mouth latched onto her womanhood, and she was blushing and moaning against her hand, then he stuck a finger in.

"If- if you keep doing that I'll -" She groaned.

"You will what?"

She shook her head no.

"Tell me." He licked her again.

"I'm going to cum."

He smirked and latched his mouth onto her, and with one last flick of his tongue, she came into his mouth. He could taste her raw power, and it was very, very good. He pulled away and stood, and she could tell, even behind half-closed eyes, that he was hard. "I can call Kasonna, or you can finish this."

She was still panting when she looked up at him, and he could see her hesitation. "You already carry my child; I will not seek your power." He held out a hand, and she slowly took it. This time he laid her down softly and crawled over her. He entered her slowly, and he pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist and then he started a slow but deep rhythm into her. His nose went into her neck, and she put her arms around his, and she held on as he got faster. Her walls tried to hold him down, but he kept pulling and then pushing. 

"Tight." He growled, and she felt a fire in her belly.

"Deep." She said, being brave.

He slid his hands under her butt and pushed hard, all the way into her, and came with a grunt. At the sound of his own pleasure, she broke again, covering him in her sweet juices. He pulled out and stood. He grabbed part of the sheet, wiped everything off, and tied his pants back. She pulled her clothes tight to her. "You're leaving?"

"Be not a fool; you were a good fuck nothing more. I will not touch you again."

He left the room, and she felt like a fool. With a wave over her hand, a stone necklace appeared around her neck. She lifted it and looked at it with sad eyes. Perhaps it was a good thing he was leaving. But to her dismay, he did not entirely leave. Everywhere she went, he seemed to hover close by with his mate-to-be.

"Parthenia," Oni spoke pulling a book away. She wore a white dress made to give a growing woman room. Both of them wore a dress that covered every inch of their skin. "Hu?" Parthenia looked away from her book as well and at her sister.

"What bothers you, sister?"

Parthenia took in air. "I wish he would leave."

Oni looked over at Severin then back down at Parthenia. "He is the Lord here Parthenia ."

"He is doing it on purpose." She huffed.

"Doing what?"

Oni eyed Parthenia's bruised lip.

"Staying within my eyesight just to mock me."

"That would imply he cares Parthenia. Make no mistake; he doesn't."

"I know he doesn't, he told me so." She looked back at the book she was reading. "I wish he would just leave."

She would get her wish.

He came to her room that night and woke her, sitting on her bed and shaking her shoulder "Brother?" She said half asleep.

"Do not call me that woman."

That woke her up and she sat up. "Severin?"

"The Northern troops are planning a night attack."

"Okay?"

"They are using a barrier tactic we are not familiar with."

She blinked and yawned. "You came here to talk about war?"

"Why else would I come?"

She snapped her mouth shut and glared at him. "If you're going to leave, just leave. Why bother me?"

His eyes darkened. "I am your Lord, woman. Pregnant or not, you will not speak to me that way."

She slowly laid back down and turned her back to him. "Forgive me, My Lord."

Their years of growing up together as something a little less than friends were gone.

"Are you ill?"

Yes and no. "Perhaps you can ask my sister your question."

He pulled her shoulder, and she rolled back onto her back. His hand went to her belly and their eyes locked "We cannot see or smell the barrier until we hit it."

"Can you feel it?"

"What?" He asked confused.

She placed her hand on top of his. "The barrier, can you feel it?" She pressed down slightly, and he felt the hard, protective shell that was her womb.

"No."

She released his hand. "Then you must go under and in."

His brows came together, and she sighed as she sat up. She reached for his demonic sword, which bit her hand. She hissed, and he snatched her hand away. "Do not touch this sword; Its dark energy is stronger than you."

Her hand healed right away. "Thrust that," She glared at the sword, "Thing into the ground and push your energy under them. They won't know what hit them and the barrier will fall." She looked at his markings, the ones he gained from her. "Can I touch them?"

"I must go."

She reached up, he didn't move, but then she told herself to stop, not to do it, not to love him.

She let her hand fall. "Then go."

This time, he did.