7. Our son. /18+ details/

Out of the shadows came a woman. Her skin white as snow, her lips blood-red and hair almost as white as skin. Her sapphire blue eyes scanned the surroundings, cautiously taking in each detail in the view. By any means, the woman didn't look like she was out of the place; everyone around spent most of their days hidden from the sun.

The enormous throne came into her view, making a grin to appear on the woman's lips. She took a few steps closer to the throne and dropped on her knees as gracefully as only a true Royalty could.

"Fenrir," the woman called him by the name to gain his attention. The male, sitting on the throne, was more beast than a human. His yellow eyes snapped at the woman.

Seeing who the unexpected guest was, he ordered for her to get back on her feet. There were many women who dropped on their knees in front of him, but only one whom the Lord wouldn't allow to- Lillith.

"That is not your place; the servants and peasants can kneel in front of me. You, on the other hand, you belong here..." the male smirked and tapped on his knee, waiting for women to move closer.

The grin on her face grew much wider as she neared the throne. Lillith swayed her hips like a seductive vixen she was. She desired the feeling of the beast's skin against hers again, and by the look on his face- Fenrir wanted the same. They held intensive eye contact; no one was even thinking about breaking it. Lillith stopped a few feet away from the throne, she eyed the male and bit onto her lower lip, fighting to keep a moan from escaping. Fenrir had an incredible effect on her- the look alone could turn her on till the level of begging.

"OUT! EVERYONE FUCKING LEAVE!" Fenrir growled to the servants, not taking his eyes off of the woman's trembling body. It was his turn to smirk as he overheard the barely audible moan leaving Lillith's lush lips.
"Looks like I still affect you as much as you do me. Come here, sit down on my lap- it's your place, baby," he smirked, leaning more in-depth into the throne.

She wasn't the one to waste time, with a huge smile on her lips, Lillith nearly ran to him. She straddled the male's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. One of his hands slid under her dress, gently caressing the skin on her thighs- other, landed on her ass, filling the throne room with the sound of a slap, followed by a hiss from the woman. She moved her hips, grinding against his crotch.

"You've been a naughty girl," Fenrir growled, snatching his hand from her thigh and grabbing her face roughly. He wasn't a gentle lover nor a man of someone's dreams, but for Lillith, he was everything and more. She loved his rough, primal nature and the way only he could make her feel.

"Very, very naughty girl. Why don't you punish me, daddy?" Lillith moaned, biting her lip once again. Together they explored a lot of things- mostly sexually, the bond between two was nothing more than a primal lust. At least that was what Lillith thought.

She didn't know how a seemingly cruel man felt for her. For Fenrir, she was the one- woman with a Godly body, worth to sin for. Her lips were so intoxicating; he was left thirsting for more. The male adored exploring her body repeatedly, but the thing he loved the most was her dirty mouth. The things she said and did in bed were fantastic; no other woman stood close to Lillith.

"I could bend you over my knee and punish you till you can't take more. Till you cry for mercy, lost in the sensation between pleasure and pain. Or I could do as I please and tear your clothes apart, bend you over the throne and make you my bitch," Fenrir whispered in her ear. He traced his lips over her neck in the most seductive way- sending Lillith's body in overdrive, lusting for more.

Fenrir slid his hands to her ass, cupping it and standing up. Lillith yelped in surprise. She tightened her hold around his neck on instinct, refusing to let go of him.
The man pushed her against the wall, pushing his body against hers with incredible force. He leached on her neck, tracing open-mouthed kisses from her yaw line to the crook of her neck.
The sound of tearing material didn't bother Lilith; she would gladly travel back home naked if that's the cost. She wanted Fenrir; the woman needed him more than ever- Lillith had just plain memories about the nights they used to spend together, and she had to have more. Her body was aching without his touch, his presence.

"Can you..." She didn't get to finish whatever was on her mind when he slammed his massive cock into her with a loud groan.

"So fucking tight," Fenrir growled, withdrawing his member to push it back in with the same force. Lillith clawed his shoulders, nearly piercing the skin. The woman was in pain- the only kind of pain she enjoyed. He slammed into her like a hungry animal, stealing kisses from time to time. Within a few minutes, both of them were somewhat covered in blood, panting for breaths. The type of sex Fenrir and Lillith enjoyed was aggressive, barbaric, and raw. They bit scratched and teased each other while he kept slamming his cock in her as deep as possible.

"Oh my fucking god," Lillith growled before slamming her lips against his. Fenrir took his chance and savored her mouth, their tongues continually fighting for dominance.

Lillith knew what for she crawled back to Fenrir, and just at the moment when she got the taste of the victory- he did something she never expected to happen.
Fenrir grabbed her hair and pulled her by it, tilting her head to the right. She was way too close to her climax to register his actions.
Lillith screamed out his name in ecstasy, a scream of pleasure soon replaced by one of terror. Fenrir slammed his canines in her neck, piercing the woman's delicate skin.
Her hips still moved, riding his cock through the climax when he finally withdrew his teeth. A devilish grin grew on his bloody lips, eyes fixated on her neck.

"Let's see how you'll leave me now, brat. I told you before, and I'll repeat this one, last time- you are mine!" Fenrir snarled, looking nothing but proud of his actions.

As soon as Lillith got off from her high, she grabbed her neck, her hand shaking as she traced the bite mark. The woman snarled: "You promised me that this wouldn't happen! You promised to wait until I would be ready, but you decide to force a mark on me? I came here because I missed you, your touch, body, and cock. Not because I wanted to end up fucking mated, you moron!"

"I've been waiting for far too long. I was patient with you, Lillith. Two fucking centuries since we met, five years since the last time you came here. Any other man would hunt your ass down and tie you to the fucking bed if that's what it takes. Not like the idea about you tied to my bed doesn't arouse me, though. And by the way your cheeks blushed, I assume it does arouse you too, baby. Aside from that, you have to face facts- you're mine, I waited for far too long. Our son needs a fucking mother, not a nympho who visits from time to time. You visit me to fuck, nothing more or less. Now, since you're marked- you have to stay and take care of our child as much as I do. I've been dreaming of the fucking day when you will fall asleep and wake up in my arms. I'm done with animalistic fucking out of anger- you are my mate, I want to love and care for you. Enough is fucking enough," despite his words being harsh, Lillith teared up.

She did meet Fenrir centuries ago, and since he is the one who rules the underground- she never thought of him as a soulmate. Creatures of the shadows didn't stand out because they were loving, or they had hearts of gold. Most of them were heartless monsters, and everyone who knew best avoided them. Therefore Lillith did everything to stay away as long as she could, despite the pain from being apart. She wanted to be near as her son grew up, but he was the same as his father, and faes wouldn't allow her to take the child home. She didn't fit in between the monsters and outcasts, but if the man was willing to make her his family- she would do anything to stay.

"I thought you're not capable of loving. Do you think I wanted to stay away from you? From our son? I tried to keep him and raise my own if needed, but the coven wouldn't let me. They would kill the child of ours if I didn't leave him with you. I won't allow anyone to kill my child, Fenrir. I can't. You have no idea what I had to go through after we met, and they found out who was my mate. An unimportant fae mated to the great ruler of the underground Lord Fenrir. All this time, I was hiding, wandering the face of Earth, looking for somewhere I could call home. As much as I tried, I couldn't find it; therefore, I kept coming back. Yes, I didn't stick around for a long time, but I know that you have your needs, and back then, I thought all you wanted was sex. I was afraid of the pain if you'd ever sleep with another woman, but it never happened. I thought you would find a replacement because I was and still am nothing. A fae without a coven is nothing but a leftover." For the first time in all those years, Fenrir heard so much pain in her voice.

Despite the look on her face and the way her eyes filled with tears, the male felt good. Not because she was hurting, but because Lillith finally spoke. She was truthful; she shared her pain with her mate.
Fenrir withdrew from her entirely and carried her trembling form to the throne. He sat down, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around Lillith protectively. If only he would have known what was happening. The man wanted to send spies so many times but chose to wait for the day when she would come by free will. Now, when she was where she belongs, Fenrir felt nothing but regret for respecting her decision. The pain and suffering his mate hid for centuries seemed unreal. Unknowingly a deep growl formed in his chest, the ruler of the underground was ready to announce war with faes. For the suffering, they brought on his precious woman.

"It's not worth it. They are not worth it; I know what you are thinking about and trust me- drop the idea. There are still some of my family members living in that coven; they tried to stop the elders. I don't want to see innocents dying because of me. I'd rather find out how our son is doing if that's not too much to ask," Lillith cupped his cheek, bringing her lips closer to Fenrir's. He was an unpredictable man with a short temper, but that didn't mean that his mate wouldn't be able to calm him down.

To her surprise, Fenrir instantly kissed her back. This time his lips melded with hers in a passionate, yet loving way. He didn't rush or forced the kiss- it felt full of love. Lillith nearly melted in his arms, her heart beating faster, butterflied dancing in her stomach.
Both of them have a centuries-old history of incredible hookups, but this was something new for Lillith. The way she felt, the way they felt together was amazing. Strange, but amazing.
She didn't think that someone as him could act so gentle, and make her feel loved, important even. When Fenrir kissed her, Lillith felt as if his world revolved around her. They broke the kiss and leaned foreheads against each other'.

"I can't start a war now, as much as I want to, as much as I know that I should, baby, I can't," Fenrir groaned. He knew that now he had to choose the words carefully. Lillith had no idea about her son's engagement, and deep down, the beast knew that she wouldn't be happy. She missed everything in his life- first steps, words, school, and all other important things happening to children. And now the boy was engaged, under rather unique circumstances. Fenrir was sure that Lillith wouldn't like the decision he and his friend made. Maybe she wouldn't be upset about her son since the boy chose whom he wanted to marry, but Lillith would freak out after finding out facts about the princess.

"That's good, but I'm curious why. You always did whatever, and however, you wanted. I can't believe that there is something you can't do," Lillith smiled. Her smile was one of the things about the woman Fenrir loved the most. Even though he kept acting as if nothing aside from her body matters- he noticed each little detail about her. The way she braided her hair, the way her skin shined under the moonlight, even the way how her scent changed regarding emotions.

"Because our son is engaged to someone from there. Not fae, but a shifter female. This young woman is close to the King, so after the engagement was announced, we decided to live in peace. We shall unite our worlds as they marry, and young ones will rule it all. Therefore we can't bring any trouble to them. Under any other circumstances, I wouldn't give a fuck, but our son really wants to marry the girl. I don't care if it is just a mere crush or he fell for her- as long as he is happy, so am I.