“How can I eat when all I want to eat is you?” I bellow, shaking her body until her head flops. She cries out when I clasp her hand and drag her upstairs again. “You’re not leaving me,” I chant, “and I’m never letting you out of my sight again. Can’t trust you, can’t trust you to love me...”
She pants, trying to squirm out of my grip but I hold her tighter and yank her into the bedroom again. My strength is too great for her and she slides across the floor and I wince. Fuck, didn’t mean to do that and I pull her to her feet before tossing her toward the bed and she cries out something about me needing to stop treating her as a ragdoll.
Her voice sounds faint in my ear and blood pounds in my temples. I can’t have her leaving. Grabbing furniture from around the room, I stack them up against the door, blocking it while my muscles tremble as if my usual strength has faded for whatever reason.
Maybe it was because of Tsarina. Maybe she sucked it right out of me. I don’t mind if she takes it, she can have anything she wants as long as I get what I want and I laugh from delirium.
Wiping sweat off my forehead, I whirl around and Tsarina cowers in the corner, staring at me as if she thinks I’ve gone crazy. “Why did you do that for?” she whispers, wringing her hands. “Unblock it.”
“Why?” I pant, dragging ragged breaths and I clench my fists before boring my eyes into hers. “You don’t want to be with me?”
Shaking her head, she slowly walks over to me. “Of course I do.” She puts her hands on my chest and her touch makes me ease but it’s not enough to settle me down, “don’t doubt that but like I said you’re not well...”
“Then fuck me back into wellness,” I growl. Her eyes widen when I with one fluid move, push into her and we fall down on the bed and I groan with satisfaction. There’s nothing better than penetrating her. As much as I love lapping at her femininity, it doesn’t compare to being fully immersed in her. She squirms, murmuring something I can’t hear but I’m too greedy for her tightness to care. I pull out and slam into her again, slanting my lips over hers. I kiss her with so much need that she gags into my mouth and tears run from the corners of her eyes.
“You’re not o...okay...”
“Stop complaining and open up that utopian pussy,” I growl, seizing her hips and thrust and thrust until I’ve possessed her completely. “And I’m just fine as long as you keep accepting my cock.”
Her face twists with shock before slowly relaxing.
“If that’s what you need, “giving up, she whines, fisting the sheets as she holds on for dear life, “then keep banging it into me. Don’t hold back, Beast...” She moans my name, squeezing around me and I come undone. I bellow her name, grabbing the bedposts and rattle the bed as I come and Tsarina mewls underneath, her whole body jiggling as she cries out. Panting, I lie down on top of her and listen to her heart beat.
It’s frantic, influenced by my own and I squeeze my eyes. I love her so fucking much, it breaks me and I nuzzle her throat, rasping, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. If I loved you any more it would kill us both.”
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Tsarina
For sure, I did not expect this to happen. He’s been like this for days now, disorientated, feverish and going around like a fanatic. He barricaded the door and it was a hell of a job to remove the furniture again, and it left me exhausted. I can only go out to eat and shower when I’m positive he’s hundred percent comatose.
Otherwise if he wakes up and finds that I’m not beside him, he has one of the worst meltdowns I’ve ever seen. My gaze goes to the crooked bedpost. He broke it yesterday with his fist right as I walked into the room. Then he began bellowing at the top of his lungs about where I’d been, until veins popped on his neck. He wouldn’t settled down until I pacified him by getting down on my knees and took him into my mouth.
He groaned something incoherent but his whole body shook from gratitude and then he passed out again. I’m worried about him, would prefer going into the village and get the doctor, or at least just pick some things up at the pharmacy but I don’t dare leaving Balthazar.
It’s just me and him at the castle and some help would’ve been great but he’s in such a vulnerable position right now and I worry what would happen if I left. If I left while he’s in this state then who knows if this castle would still be standing when I came back.
Stroking Balthazar’s hair away from his face, I put a wet rag over his forehead. It should help getting the temperature down. He refuses to take any pills, smacks them right out of my hand before yelling that he just needs to fuck instead of being medicated.
It’s a handful dealing with him and I’m so tender between my legs that I can barely walk. On top of it, I think I might be pregnant. Can’t know for sure this early of course but considering how many times we did it, I’d be surprised if I wasn’t.
I throw a glance out the frost tinted window and the blizzard has finally stopped. Now it’s just a dance of snowflakes outside and I stretch my neck side to side. My lids flutter as I grow drowsy but then I feel a hand clasp around my wrist and I look down. “You’re awake,” I pant.
Balthazar looks up at me with dazed eyes and I’m not sure I like the look in them. He seems very volatile right now. “What happened to the door?” he asks in a husky voice. “Why isn’t it barricaded?”
Here we go again. The door hasn’t been barricaded for days. Though last night he tried blocking it again...using pillows this time while being fully convinced it would work. But I guess he’s forgotten about all that and no wonder considering his skin feels like an inferno against mine.
“Because it can’t be!” I yap, trying not to roll my eyes. “I have to walk out of the room once in a while.”
Tensing, he snaps, “You haven’t been in the room this whole time?”
Oh no...He’s looking distrustful again and I have a feeling another outburst’s coming.
“Balthazar...,” I try but he ignores me, tossing the wet rag to the side before weakly rolling out of bed and I clasp a hand over my mouth as he struggles to gain balance. His eyes bore into mine but I know he’s not fully seeing me as I am. I know I’m probably just a blur to him.
“Why would you leave my side?” he pants, dragging his fingers through his hair and he seems to be growing increasingly panicked. “To whom did you go?”
Licking my lips, I whisper, “Nobody. I didn’t go to see anyone.”