Pregnant With The Tyrant King's Heira

Chapter Eight: Release

Fane’s POV

Deep down, I knew I was definitely going to regret what I was about to do but the heat clearly had a way of manipulating me, it felt like a fire had been lit inside me and had slowly spread, taking up every inch of my body from the inside out until all I could think about was the every growing slick between my thighs.

I exhaled softly through my nose, closing my legs together as I rubbed experimentally.

The reward was immediate and I parted my lips in a silent gasp at the feeling, I did it again, applying more pressure.

A bolt of pleasure shot up my spine, and a whimper clawed its way out of my throat. Slowly, I reached my hand out, running it over my collarbones as I drew in a breath and let my eyes flutter close.

I moved it further down, grazing my n*****s through my shirt and the lace of my bra. I felt the sensitive nub harden beneath my fingers.

I rubbed my n****e between my thumb and index finger, pinching with just the right amount of pressure. Moans spilled from my mouth endlessly, accompanied by soft sighs and curses I couldn't hold back as I felt my stomach tighten and my core throb with pure need.

The heat was making me far more sensitive than I would normally be, and it was almost like I could feel every pinch in every nerve in my body.

I raised my second hand to my chest, not bothering to tease myself by running my fingers over my collarbone and instead going straight to tweaking my n****e. The added sensation had me clamping my thighs together even harder, rubbing them and pinching my n*****s simultaneously.

Gently, I guided my hand down to between my thighs, raising the soft fabric of my flared skirt as I ran my fingers over my underwear slowly.

The dampness seeped through my panties immediately, tainting my fingers and pulling a gasp from my throat at the sheer wetness. I shuddered at the contact, moving my hand over my clothed s*x again as I maintained a slow pace to ease my body into the feeling.

I could feel how rapidly a wet patch was forming, but just the thought of it seemed to turn me on even more. Finally, I slapped my hand past the waistband of my panties, spreading my folds to run a finger long my bare cunt.

I found my c**t quickly, and built my rhythm gently, moving round in soft, satisfying circles.

My breath picked up quickly, and before I knew it, my poor cunt was clenching around nothing as my orgasm crashed onto me. I whimpered, clamping my thighs shut around my hand as I rode my high and my legs trembled.

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking a few times to clear my vision as my lashes fanned my face.

“f**k,” I mumbled to the empty room, removing my hand from my underwear as a feeling if disgust began to take root.

I stood up from my bed with shaky legs, carefully making my way over to the bathroom as I heaved a heavy sigh. I turned the tap on, placing my hands underneath the running water absentmindedly.

Slut.

The word echoed in my head once again, and given my current situation, and what I had just done, they had never felt more truthful.

I washed my hands with renewed fervour, shaking my head to rid myself of any negative thoughts as I dapped my hands against the towel in the bathroom.

I forced myself out of the bathroom, dragging my hands down my face.

Valek had done a good thing by advising me to get myself off, and the effects from the heat had dulled down noticeably now that I had had an orgasm but I was feeling extremely filthy, and I suddenly had a strong urge to take a shower.

I gently peeled my clothes off, letting them fall to the floor before.

I found myself in the shower shortly after, and I turned it on, putting it on the coldest end.

The water hit me in cold, fast droplets, the harshness of it mimicking a slap.

I sucked in a sharp breath as icy water crashed over my shoulders, stealing the air from my lungs. Every instinct screamed at me to turn the handle and chase the warmth instead of running away from it, but I could feel my heat approaching a second wave, and I would rather die than let my body find Valek again.

My fingers remained wrapped around the metal tap until my knuckles turned white, refusing to move.

The water drummed relentlessly against my back, soaking my hair and plastering damp strands across my face. Within moments, the bathroom filled with a faint mist that disappeared almost as quickly as it formed, defeated by the freezing temperature.

“Come on,” I muttered to myself through chattering teeth. “Work. Please work.”

It barely did anything, and the fever simmering beneath my skin refused to give in. It felt as though someone had lit a fire beneath my ribs like a stubborn, relentless blaze that laughed at the cold water pouring over me.

With a frustrated groan, I leaned forward until my forehead rested against the tiled wall. The ceramic was blissfully cool, drawing some of the heat from my brow.

For a few precious seconds, I let myself breathe, the steady rhythm of the shower grounding me in a way I didn't expect.

Anything to keep myself from spiralling, really.

The pounding behind my eyes had quieted just a bit, but my pulse still raced slightly, leaving behind nothing but bone deep exhaustion.

“This is so stupid,” I mumbled for the umpteenth time tonight.

I hadn't asked for this, I hadn't asked for instincts that drowned out reason or a body that suddenly refused to listen to me.

It felt less like living in my own skin and more like being trapped inside someone else's.

My hands trembled as I pushed my wet hair back, only for the strands to fall forward again, dripping into my eyes as a tired laugh escaped my lips.

After another minute, I reached for the bottle of shampoo more out of habit than necessity. I washed mechanically, my movements slow and absentminded, letting routine anchor me to something ordinary.

The familiar routine gave my mind something to hold on to, but when I finally shut the water off, the silence was nearly suffocating.

The heat hadn't disappeared, but it seemed to have quieted enough to get me through the next hour.

I wrapped my towel around my chest, sparing no glance at my miserable, red-eyed reflection.

I took a moment to stare down at myself, running a hand over my stomach that had barely begun to bulge as fresh tears welled up in my eyes. This is really f*****g stupid.