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Chapter 90: Tradition

Author: Lola Everson
last update Last Updated: 2024-08-09 22:35:59
“The priestesses will decide if you are worthy.” He says after a long moment of silence.

“What?” I say, unclear what he means. His juices leaking like a river from my backside, my body too sore and battered to move.

“The Immaculate Mother must accept you as my mate.” He says dryly. “You must pass the exams.”

“Didn’t you just—- accept me?” I question feeling completely vulnerable and exposed.

“No.” He laughs. “I just took you. I made sure not to seed your womb, so if you are forced to become a priestess or choose to die; at least I was able to taste you once and there are no complications.”

His words disgust me. Instead of content and satisfied, I feel used and soiled. I feel Theia’s heartbreak as she whimpers and crawls into the darker corners of my mind.

“I don’t understand.” I whisper.

“Look, it isn’t personal. I’m destined to be King. I can’t just mate anyone.” He explains. His tone sterile, like he was reading from an encyclopedia. “I had a feeling this match was going
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