Adira crosses his arms. "Okay."
She puckers her lips, creasing her forehead. Didn't he agree too quickly?
"You are not going to leave me, right?" He speaks slowly, stressing each word. "You promised me last night."
She gives him a nod. That's true. Promises can't be broken easily in this world, especially if it's spoken by a Renasir.
Since she gets angry easily and he doesn't understand why it's like this, he's not going to bother arguing with her. It makes things worse anyway. He takes slow steps toward her, not wanting to agitate her further. She hasn't realized what it means to carry a god's child. He has so much work to do -- preparing the wedding, preparing a room for their first child, and whatnot. Maybe he should consult with the dragon god. His friend had more than three dozen children.
"What are you doing?" She scowls at him when he carries her in his arms suddenly.
"Arguing is bad for our child." He takes her to the bathroom, laying her down in the large tub. The water is warm. He stares into her eyes. "I hope that she's just like you."
Her face softens when she hears those words. But how would she trust him again? He didn't impregnate her because having a child was his priority. Otherwise, he would have told her. He did it because he wanted to tie her to him. How would she trust him again? Doing whatever he wants to… how is their relationship going to survive?
When she's deep in thoughts, Adira gets into the tub and pulls her closer to him, making her sit on his hardness. He places his large hands on her bosoms, massaging them into various shapes.
She snaps out of her thoughts. "Adira, you… haven't you eaten enough?"
"Whenever you get mad, I am going to love you more." He nibbles her ear. "Each time you want to argue with me, I will kiss your mouth. If you think about leaving me, I am going to make your legs numb with pleasure. You say that you don't want to marry me. That's fine. We have been married to each other twice. This wedding is nothing more than a formality. You are already my wife in every way. I am going to make you realize that you are my wife."
Her threat is useless? She blinks her eyes. Yes, another wedding is just a formality. They have been making love to each other ever since they came back here. He has treated her like his wife in every way. And she admits that she likes his pampering, even if it's annoying at times. But what should she do about his insecurity? He should have figured out by now that he's the only one for her. Why should she say it all the time?
She gasps when he licks her neck hungrily as he twists her nipples. This pleasure with pain is sending foreign sensations in her body. He's angry for sure, though he's not showing it. "Adira, we need to talk."
Talking ends up in arguments. He grabs her jaw and turns her head toward him, sealing her mouth with his. He tongue forces her mouth open, invading her mouth with passionate rage. He kneads her bosom furiously, pinching her nipple. His other hand crawls to her nether region, rubbing her rosebud. His hardness is pressing against the entrance of her hole. He's going to fuck her until she stops thinking about useless things.
Not bothering to give her time to breath, he penetrates her tense hole. She lets out a whimper. Her walls clench around his enlarged rod, obstructing his movement. Staring into her dark eyes, he thrusts deep into her while rubbing her clit without a stop. His movements are neither slow nor fast. Each thrust is deep, knocking the breath out of her. She parts her lips, panting for air. He's making her crazy again. What is this way of resolving their arguments? Her thoughts are put to stop when he bends down his head and kisses her gently, becoming still. Her heart calms down, thinking that the big God is not angry anymore. In the next instant, he presses her toward the edge of the tub. With a crazed speed, his dick moves in and out of her. His hand grabs her left breast, rubs her hardened nipple. He bites into the curve of her neck, licking while teasing her clit mercilessly. Jolts of molten heat awash her body. Her bones feel like they are melting in the waves of pleasure that seems to take her to peak and drowns her in the next moment.
His raspy breaths burn her ear as he rams into her welcoming walls violently. "Since you don't want to marry me, I won't hold myself back either."
Whether consciously or unconsciously, he's been always considerate of her mortal body. But now, he is consciously not controlling himself.
She squirms, wanting more of him when it hurts to take all of him. Even in his breaths, she feels like she's hearing her name.
"I should have seen this coming. You are confident to stay mortal because you can take all of me, aren't you? I must have built your endurance in bed," He teases her with a deep stimulating voice. He shoves his dick deeper into her suddenly, making her whimper. He chuckles. "Do you know that there's a method to reach immortality through sex?"
What? She can't help but blush.
His seeds burst into her, filling her to the brim. She takes a deep breath of relief, thinking it's over. Then, he turns her around to face him, eyeing her with a devilish look in his eyes. "I see. This is what you want. You want to reach immortality through sex. My love, I apologize deeply for not understanding you properly. We don't need to get married and get the blessing of those pesky gods."
When did she say that? He's going to fuck her like this to turn her body immortal. She doesn't even want to imagine how many times he's going to do it every day. "Adira, I am pregnant. Having too much sex is bad for the baby."
He frowns at her. "Who said that? Having more sex will help our child to grow faster."
Ari stares at him. What does that suppose to mean?
"Ah." He realizes that she truly doesn't know much about Iravan. "I don't know how things were in your world. In this world, having more sex when the female is pregnant with a child of a God helps the child's growth tremendously. Do you know that Mirinae and Sion didn't leave their abode for until the triplet moons were born? Look how adorable and cute they are."
His earlier anger evaporates from his mind. His eyes sparkle when he realizes that he might have three daughters too. He could imagine them running around the castle. What should he name them? He will let his wife decide. She's a Renasir, after all. Who cares about having a wedding now? He will give so much of his essence to her that her body will become immortal on its own.
"Why did you want to have a wedding when you could do this?" She can't help but ask him. He looks happier after hearing that she didn't want to marry him. Ari feels like she has dug her own grave.
"I wanted to court you properly. I didn't want to find any reason to point finger at you for not being married to me. But you don't care about it," He smiles at her. "Earlier, you couldn't channel ehr. You weren't a citizen of this world. But your body still got strong because of our bed activity. Now, you are a citizen of this world. Your channels are open to the magic. You are also a Renasir. We will do this your way."
Having sex to reach immortality… Ari gulps. She can't even move her legs. Her hip is aching and she doesn't even want to think about the condition of her vagina. "Adira, I don't mind having a wedding…"
"I mind now." Adira smooches her lips, silencing her next words. "My beautiful bride, we will have a wedding only when your body becomes immortal."
Ari feels like hitting her head as he begins another round of kisses and fondles, his erect tip already finding its way into her warm hole. Who says that he's the god fo darkness? He's the god of lust.
At a small building in the realm of three moons, Kresi and Aren are having a hard time pacifying a child who is on the verge of destroying the house and killing anyone. When everything fails, Kresi decides to go to the Dark Castle and seek Ari on her own.
Little Ai calms down after hearing that. This sister is the only one who understands him.
"I will go with you," Aren tells her. When she narrows her golden eyes, he adds with a lighter tone, "He's my brother."