I’ve already started weaving a new life with Tovian. Literally, in one sense. We’ll have to figure out what an Ansi-Mysec family will look like. Nobody has done anything like it in at least five hundred years.
Maybe it’ll be a mess. But it’ll be glorious, because it’s ours.
“What are you thinking, Sunshine?”
Tovian strokes my hair. I realize with a jolt that it’s a tactile turn-on for him, the same way I like to twist his crisp curls into tight spikes, although that’s more of a comfort thing for me.
Given the way his cock twitches, touching me like this is more sensual for him.
“Thinking about how we’re going to be a queen and king like my people have never known.”
He chuckles.
“In what way?”
“You know. We’re insular. Moon-goddess worshipers were always a little, uh, off, compared to the rest of the population.” Kinda goth, not that Tovian would understand that word. “And the Ansi are even more so. It’s going to be up to us to show that there’s a new way to be open to the world, without losing our cultural identities.”
Tovian smiles. “Thinking like the queen you are.”
“Not technically, yet.” I’ve debated waiting until the baby is born to be formally crowned. Now that I’m back home and dealing with more of the day-to-day leadership, my father doesn’t mind so much. What were you thinking about?”
“Nothing remotely worthy of a king.” He makes a face.
I laugh. “Now you have to tell me.”
Tovian pulls me up his torso so he can whisper in my ear. Skin sliding against skin. The desire I’d banked while sucking his cock comes raging back.
“It’s a shame I can’t get you pregnant again. I’d take a lot of pleasure in doing it intentionally, next time.”
He swells. I bite my lip and prop my chin on one hand, grinning. “Mmm. I always wanted a big family.”
“Yeah? How big?” He tilts his hips up, making it a joke. I’m of half a mind to slide right down over him and fuck him here in the [PLACE].
“I don’t know. Four seems like the right number?”
“Ten is out of the question?”
I giggle and swat his bicep. “You’re not the one who has to deal with childbirth.”
“True.” Tovian sighs melodramatically. “I would, if I could. But since I can’t, you’ll be the final word on how many babies we have. If I have to content myself with four, I’ll manage.”
“What if it’s so bad I say one is enough?”
I’m eager to move things forward, but this feels like an important detail.
“Then one will be enough.”
He says it without hesitation. My heart is so full I can’t bear it. I kiss him, hands on either side of his face. Tovian gathers me into his arms. Our kiss deepens. He breaks to press his hot, open mouth down my neck.
“We have every child in this dormitory looking up to us, Sunshine,” he says softly. “I have all the children I’ll ever need, even if this is the only one we make together.”
“It won’t be,” I promise. “I was serious about having four.”
“And I was serious about next time, we’ll do it deliberately.”
I grin. “I don’t know. I kind of like the element of surprise. This one came along right when we needed it most.”
He squeezes me tight, then flips me onto my back. Tovian works his way down my body, draping one leg over his shoulder, intent upon his destination. I exhale harshly when he kisses my inner thigh. He parts me with two fingers and groans. “Fuck, Raina. You’re so wet.”
