Forbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest
Chapter 1: A perfect womb for heirs
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Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest
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Deflowering a Cetra
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My Prologue took place several months after the actual beginning of the story. It was just for you to know what will happen.
But now I will start at the beginning.It would be nice if you could post a review so I know if you like it. At the moment I am working more on „The Promised Land“. It's a much... nicer story and they will have sex soon but I haven't posted that far yet on this page here. (Look at my account Aerith Mon-Kishu on fanfiction.net for more)
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Chapter 1: A perfect womb for heirs
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Jenova pushed a servant aside as she opened the door to Sephiroth's office.
"What is so important?" Jenova asked exasperated, standing in front of him, hands on her hips. Her long silver hair, hung in a graceful curve, swinging around her face as she stopped. She was a beautiful queen, and would be more so if it wasn’t for her cruelty toward her subjects. Jenova was, and never would be loved by her people.
"Mother, I have a new achievement that you should look at." He said quietly, pointing to the less ornate throne beside him.
"What? Did you and your worthless army finally conquered Wutai? "Jenova's irascible nature made all those present in the room wince. Even the mother of the king should not talk to the ruler like that in the presence of the servants.
"You know I never recklessly march into another realm without having developed a military strategy. No, it's something that will be of great benefit to our country." He waited a few seconds to see if she understood.
Jenova looked grimly at him from the side. "There is only one thing of such importance. Sephiroth it's about time for you to look for a woman who can bear your heir."
"There is no need to start a family yet." Sephiroth shook his head to banish the thought. He has never been the type of man who liked to have a toddler on his lap. Although he enjoyed the pleasures of bed, he had always been careful. "There are still more important things."
A knock on the door made Sephiroth smile. He gave a sign and the servant opened the portal. There were Reno and Rude, who held a child.
"You need a woman whose blood is something special. You ... "
Jenova froze when the girl was brought in. The former queen already knew what this child was before she looked at her, a Cetra. Her delicate aura flooded the room like the scent of summer flowers. Absolutely disgusting.
With a sidelong glance she had to see that Sephiroth's eyes were glassy. It was always like that when he smelled young flesh.
His libido was insatiable. But this time ...
It was a miracle that the ruler wasn't salivating yet....
But Jenova could use that to their advantage. Grinning gleefully she looked at the completely terrified girl.
"Something like her."
Jenova knew that her son could not hear her anymore. He was captured by the jade eyes widened in panic. Oh, yes, they would not have to wait long until there was a whole flock of children bred by this girl. For as soon as Sephiroth had tasted such tender meat, he sank his fangs into it like a wild animal.
"When the evening comes, you'll visit her bed. She's perfect. Or maybe you don't want to wait so long and taste her right now? Maybe on the table? Or do you prefer to take her standing up? Wouldn't it be nice to have her on your throne?" Suggested Jenova already thirsting for the power the children would inheirt if this bitch gave birth to them. There was no better mother for her grandsons.
Sephiroth's eyes seemed sleepy, as if he visualized those things in mental pictures. Then he ran his tongue over his lips and blinked his eyes briefly to finally be able to avert them from her delicate figure.
"No, mother. I have more important things to use her for...for now.“
"More important than an heir to the throne?" This time, Jenova had been loud enough that Aerith understood her.
The young woman winced and began to sob. Long hazel-colored hair framed her scratched and filthy face. Her body looked as if she had been dragged through thorny bushes. She looked like a frightened, wounded deer that saw no way out.
"Oh, Mother, now you made her cry," he said derisively even as the girl’s tears stirred something within him. A strange, new feeling for the king, which he found very fascinating. Was that ...pity? Regret that his orders had inflicted physical damage on the Cetra? Bewildered, he pushed the thought aside. He had given the order to bring her in bound, but only because the girl could be dangerous. In the end, she should still ... work. Be usable. Yes, it certainly would be like that.
"What do you want from her, that you don’t want to take her innocence yet?" Jenova asked roughly.
"She will heal the land that you and Hojo destroyed." Sephiroth replied quietly, looking at the body of the Cetra in more detail. She was young and petite, almost fragile and of such beauty that even the tears on her cheeks, ccould not dim the bright light they sent out. So that was the magic of this forbidden blood of an almost extinct race?
"You were heavily involved in that too," Jenova snapped, running her fingers through her silver hair, ignoring the ringlets that fell down.
"It does not matter. My kingdom cannot exist when nothing grows on scorched earth. I did not order my men to find the girl without a reason. Her mere presence as a virgin priestess is enough to make the seeds rise again. And then, mother, if the time has come for it, she will carry my seed inside her womb. And she will certainly give me many descendants. "
Suddenly the thought of children was not that far away anymore; almost tempting even. Surely it would be fun to fill the body of the Cetra with his royal seed every night.
"What is your name, flower child," he asked with a sweet voice, which he usually only used in the bedroom. Jenova almost vomited as she heard his tone.
"Aerith, Your Majesty, Aerith Gainsborough." In Sephiroth's ears her uttered words sounded as if even one breath of his hand, could shatter them. Oh Gaia, if this girl was not only so fragile emotionally but also physically, he could not wait to finally be free of it. Oh, he had often used such delicate little creatures. And if they were teased right, they became incredibly interesting playmates.
Sephiroth pictured the feel of her body around his maleness and enjoyed the heat that spread in his loins. Oh, he would impale her. Such a delicate little creature ...
He ordered the girl to step closer with a gesture.
"On your knees, my little Cetra."
As she complied, he grabbed her dress roughly and tore it up so that her entire bust was exposed. Her breasts were bigger than it had looked like under the fabric. They were firm and well formed. He longed to feel those tender hills by hand to see if they really were as soft as they looked.
"She is made to become a mother."
"You forget that she won't breastfeed. A wet nurse will do that task. "
Sephiroth pulled the dress further off, rending useless and laying in tatters on the floor. She now wore nothing but her lacy underwear.
"Her hips are narrow. Not very good childbearing, but they will suffice. Let's just hope that the child does not have your broad shoulders." Jenova stated cooly and strategically. "But once the first child came out others will follow without problem."
Aerith's tears streamed down her cheeks now. Was this her fate now? To serve as a broodmare for the king until her body couldn't stand the rigors of birth any longer?
How many bastards to the throne would she bear him during this time?
"Hush, my little flower girl. Do not cry. I have other things in mind before you will fulfill this duty. You won't be getting to know the pleasures I can give in bed, yet."
He stretched out his hand to her face and took a tear that ran down the ashen cheek. Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked the salty drop, sucking his fingertip.
Aerith desperately sobbed as the king began to laugh. And it was a cruel laughter, full of dark greed and barely controlled lust.
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I hope it was shocking enough. Muhahahaha.
And I have some news for my closer friends:
You all know how depressed and angry I was after I found out how difficult (more or less impossible) it is for me to actually carry a child. Someone told me about methods to soften the scar on my belly. He knows a woman whose scar is a huge as mine. And she gave birth to a healthy child. So... ^^ Well, maybe after I finished university...?And pls, review!