Chapter 117: You - Part【3】

"Come now my female, let me touch you. You know I did not mean it." He utters whilst he delicately wipes away my tears from beneath my eyes.

"You do not want me anymore?" I croak out hiccups departing my chest as he holds onto my hands his thumb tenderly gliding against my knuckles as he raises them to his lips to kiss each one. An apology he gives me.

"Of course I do, Theia. I will always want you."

"Then why won't you touch me? Why won't you have sex with me it has been six months Phobos."

"You are not in your right mind, Drahá and I am the same. You are still healing we both are and you will surely get disappointed when you find that you are not getting pregnant for I know you are hoping the medicine is working. I see it in your eyes. Having sex with you would only grow our seed of hope I just wanted to wait for a bit longer. I am afraid I will somehow end hurting you and I am more afraid that your infertility was caused by me because of the way my beast and I took your virtue on the first day of the mating ceremony."

"You are definitely not the cause of my barrenness, Phobos. And I want to have sex with you because I need you to help me forget my worries even if it is just for some time. Moreover, the medicine makes me..."

"Makes you what?" He frowns.

"H-Horny." I stutter unable to boldly speak to him about it his boring orbs still make me un demure.

"Why did you not tell me this before? Why did you hide it from me?"

"Because-" Before I could finish my sentence there is a sharp rap that comes from outside which interrupts us. Phobos rises to his feet and casually peers at the door, I think it is time for the prayer. A sense of unease fills me up my heart hammering beneath my ribcage for the time has finally come.

"We will continue this discussion later. Go change unless you wish to make my cock hard during the ritual." He says taking a curt step towards me bending low to hook his hand beneath my sweater and stroke my soaked pussy lips with his fingers. "I will fuck you tonight and I will not be gentle, do not expect to walk tomorrow." My male hints fervently in my ear and with a flick to my clit with his thumb earning an excited gasp from me he saunters towards the main door whilst I flee into the chamber to change into a more appropriate winter apparel.

Once I got dressed I prepared my mind for what was to come after and with a spirit of determination I walked hand in hand with Phobos towards an isolated area with Vůdce walking ahead of us. She appeared different her face was painted with red, black and white stripes and she wore feathers and animal bones as her clothing with her saggy breasts on display and it unsettled me. Our wolves would be busy today with acquiring and organising the winter supplies from the pack we partnered with for the hunt and it gave us the privacy we needed.

My male tightened his grip on me and squeezed my hand gently as though he was worried for me I could feel the tension that wore down his flesh, he was not comfortable with me taking part in such a ritual but he knew it was required. We were desperate, and this was the only way we could beg the moon for her blessing.

Besides we trust Vůdce, she is the only wolf who is aware of my infertility and the day we informed her I could see how upset she was and not because they would be no heir but because she had always known of Phobos's dreams to have a family. She is a good female though and she does not often behave as such she cares for my male as a mother would.

I swallow nervously as I peer at the altar that lies right in the middle of vacant land which is encompassed by a circle of dense trees that acts as a perfect cover to what shall occur here. While the healer prepares everything my male cradles my face in his palms and peeks into my apprehensive eyes. "All you need to do is look at me, Theia. Do not take your eyes off me. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I did not tell you what shall transpire here on purpose for I did not wish to frighten you but know this no matter what, I would have never brought you here if I thought you were not strong enough to withstand it."

"I trust you," I whisper nuzzling into his palm wishing to ease his anxiousness.

"Královna, please come lay here." Vůdce summons me pointing towards the top of the altar and I shiver fearfully due to the uncertainty.

Phobos directs my face to meet his once more, his eyes gentle but poised and stable. He wishes to be my pillar of strength. "Repeat after me, there is nothing in this world that I cannot conquer."

"There...is nothing in this world that I cannot conquer," I say the words after him feeling courage pouring into me. My male nudges me towards the healer and I take wobbly steps cautiously peering behind at Phobos along the way and each time he would grant me a curt nod of encouragement which bumped me a little further ahead.

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Once I am sprawled down upon the uncomfortable platform facing the sky I fix my quivering palms against my belly, beaming as the winter snow flutters down from clear skies to kiss the ground. "Theia." My male's stern beckoning has me shift my attention back to him and engage with his eyes as he directed me to.

"Můžete začít, vedoucí." He tells her as he takes a step back folding his arms across his chest taking a long inward breath as though calming himself.

(You may begin, leader)

I begin to pant shakily when I hear the deafening sounds of ringing chimes all around me which brings forth terrified goosebumps against my skin. My coat is split open by her my warm inner clothing pulled apart in a way that only my belly and my cunt are bared to nature's eyes.

I flinch a whimper leaving my mouth as Vůdce lifts her arms into the sky pounding her rod into the velvety blanket of snow a piercing pleading screech ripping past her throat, she is begging the moon on my behalf for she holds divine power a direct path to our goddess she truly is. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she sways side to side bouncing on the heels of her feet, her mouth is open wide and she is mumbling chanting something incoherent.

Dread bubbles up in the pit of my belly and Phobos swallows shoving his back against a tree as though chaining himself to the bark so he cannot run to me yet he never takes his eyes off me as he promised. The leader of females then bawls clamorous gut-wrenching wails ripping out her chest as though she has lost someone dear to her and her cries make me weep with her for the sound of it is so pitiful and so heartbreaking. I do not understand a word she is saying, or what she is asking from the moon but I feel her despairing plea and it tears me apart.

Without prior warning, she strikes her hand against my abdomen smearing a boiling liquid onto my flesh that cooks my skin. An ear-splitting outcry breaks out my throat my body lurching forward tears of unendurable suffering gushing down my cheeks as I sink my nails into the meat of her wrist striving to separate it from my abdomen. "No, s-stop." I choke out as bile climbs up my throat yet she proceeds with the ritual for what I feel is the least of her concerns she needs to make sure her appeal is sent up properly.

"Theia!" Phobos roars as though he is undergoing the same affliction as me. "Look at me."

Another high-pitched screech is strained out by me as I gag and suffocate as the liquid is being absorbed by my womb. I aim my gaze to regard him my sight blurry yet I make out that he is on his knees in front of me his head bowed. He is praying with Vůdce mumbling underneath his breath, he is not the spiritual type at all yet here he is imploring the moon on his knees. When my eyes fade into his, he shows me a possible future through our mark. A fragment of imagination where Phobos is smiling down at me as I carry a young male on my hips my belly swollen with our second.

My womb burns as though I am lit up on fire as though my fresh shall wither and rot. "Phobos." I screech my hips rising from the platform my body twisting with anguish. My desperation has him bang his fists into the snow still on his knees he is doing everything in his power to remain stable and not hurry towards me, to defeat his beast who wants to take me out of this situation this instant. My male is enduring equal torture just as me.

Yet as our eyes connect once more just for a fleeting moment I am sent into paradise by my male, I hear the waves of the waters kissing the seashore I taste the salt of the sea on my tongue and I hear delightful laughter of numerous pups that is like music to my ears. There is warmth this incomprehensible happiness that seizes my heart. Phobos shows it all to me he wants me to know that there is a chance for this future that he believes no matter what, his faith will not die.

"Udělej to," Phobos instructs as he clutches onto his belly hunched down grunting out in agony that I am sharing with him and I am jerked out of the shelter he created for me in my mind and am thrust back into reality as Vůdce empties a container of clotted red foul-smelling blood all over my body from head to toe.

(Do it)

The blood soaks through my clothes to stain my nude flesh and close my eyes shut wheezing attempting to catch my breath. I cannot discern the blood but I can smell its putrid scent and taste it. This is too much for me to handle.

"It is done. Now the moon chooses if she shall favour you both or not." The leader of females declares and gives Phobos a low bow of respect whilst stepping away back towards the pack grounds leaving us to grant privacy.

My male frantically stumbles forward his eyes broad and fearful as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and sits me up pushing my blood-coated face into his warm chest as I grip onto his hand suffocating on my tumultuous cries.

"Forgive me. Forgive me, my moonlight." He whispers kissing my forehead, my eyes, nose, cheeks and lips. He anchors his palm over my abdomen putting his forehead against mine and we both quieten together. This was arduous for us to go through as one. But why is he apologizing to me? As though all of this is his fault? It isn't, it is my weak body that has condemned me.

"Why? Why do even the simplest of things never work for me? Why am I the one who is left barren, Phobos? Why do I have to go through such misery and heartbreak? I am cursed."

"The moon has her reasons and I know for sure she will not desert you for your soul is the most beautiful I have ever witnessed in my life. You are not cursed Theia. And even if you were, I will be damned with you. We will rule hell together as one." He drives my face further into his neck and I tranquillize to his intoxicating scent, I do not know what I would do without him.

"Like Hades and Persephone?" I ask wearily my voice muffled by his body as he unbuttons his winter coat to lean forward and wrap it around my trembling being.

"Yes just like them. You shall be my Persephone." Even though there is humour in our conversation there is a seriousness that covers his voice.. He hooks his brawny arms beneath my shivering flesh and noiselessly carries me back to our cabin.

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