Circles

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Chapter Two: Circles

Feesa lay back in the unfamiliar bed, adjusting the robes over her body as she settled against the soft mattress. Her naked body was covered in a soft fabric, designed for sleeping, the material soft against her flesh. It felt good against her skin, though it did nothing to cool her arousal.

She was burning; it was a true representation of how her feelings were causing her pain. The need for sex had never been so strong for her; though, for the first time, she did not feel ashamed. It had gotten past such complications as pride and integrity; she had to conceive, and she had to conceive that night.

Self-pleasure had long ago lost its appeal; though her fingers knew their task well, it had devolved to a stage that she could no longer deny what it was her body was telling her.

The very mention of his name during the past few days had caused her to instantly look up; seeing him had been almost as powerfully moving, and being within touching distance…but she had always withdrawn her hand before he had realised he had been felt.

She shuddered as she imagined how it would feel, being laid down by those strong arms, delicate hands prising her legs apart, and the tenderness his expression would hold as their pleasure game. She bit her lip.

Feesa hadn’t dared to hope that perhaps he might return her feelings, owing that it was very improper for her to even consider such a relationship. He was related to her distantly, but he was also something of a father figure to her. Her own parents had been assigned elsewhere, ad as her family head, he had taken her pretty much under his wing.

The Aristocra was everything she wanted; maturity that took away the cold arrogance of Chiss males, intelligence that was not too proud to continue to admit its faults, and of course his compassion and caring for his family.

Formbi had also never had children; it was something she had always considered strange. But perhaps she would be able to correct that for him now; Drask was not the type to settle with a woman before he had advanced further in his career. Aside from the Aristocra, he was the only male permitted to conceive a child with her. And so he had dismissed her attentions after a few nights together.

Her anger at her abandonment dissipated as she saw a window of opportunity; a least now she knew how best to please a man. Her cheeks coloured with embarrassment as she realised how innocent and inexperienced she must have seemed that first night with Drask.

Nevertheless, she had conceived a plan, if not a child. If she could pull it off, she could have both things she wanted. Formbi could never be hers; he was far too senior an official, and also too old to be allowed to marry her. But Drask was off the right age, and if she could only implicate him…

It was not ideal, but she had to be with the Aristocra, she just had to. It pulled at her being, knowing that she would have to deny herself. If she needed to be underhand, then so be it.

She really should not have gone to the Aristocra’s room, but she had been unable to resist it. Chiss hormones had a tendency to overwhelm both sexes, especially when suppressed and ignored for a long period of time. It probably hadn’t helped that she had been around mainly male Chiss in their prime.

Now that she was here though, she didn’t know why she had ignored her feelings for such a time; it had remained unclear to her for a long time. Now, though, she thought perhaps it was clearer, at least. Though whether the Aristocra would agree with her remained to be seen.


This was not what Formbi had expected as he re-entered his room, as Feesa wrapped herself over him, pushing him into a chair, her red eyes flashing with mischief as she carefully kissed him, her busy hands already divesting him of his outer robe. No, it was definitely not what he expected, but not something he didn’t welcome.

There was no time for negotiations or protestations; what kind of fool would deny themselves Feesa? She was beautiful, she was warm, and she was perfect. How could he reject such a perfect specimen of femininity? Especially as she offered herself so completely to him?

“Don’t resist, don’t refuse me…” Was there a note of pleading in her voice? Her hands found his face, clasping it desperately, lips frantically pressed against his. Understanding seemed to pass between them as her robe pooled around them, bunching upon her elbows and keeping herself decently modest, exposed only for him.

There was tenderness in his expression as he leant forward, a hand on her cheek as he left carefully paced butterfly kisses under her jaw, her head relaxing backwards as he continued to kiss downwards, a gentle hiss deep in her throat as he removed the last of the clothing, readjusting her position.

She tipped her head to the side, watching him awkwardly prepare himself, and careful leaned upwards, kissing his forehead, her own hand solving the problem as h settled into his lap. Her gasp of pain came slowly, more alike a hiss than anything.

“Are you sure?”

“Are you?”

It was painful, and it pleasure, as Feesa ground against him, feeling him inside and around her, tasting him and hearing him, her senses overwhelmed by the one she called Aristocra…He was gentle, and she protested, thrusting to meet him as the pace increased, voice now gently moaning, lips on his ear as she felt the enjoyment she had craved arrive, crashing upon her aching body like a tsunami.


Feesa smiled, her hand pressed carefully against the bump, feeling the gentle pain of the kick. Wrapped in a warm embrace, she felt the Aristocra’s hand also join hers, rubbing in an attempt to relieve the pain.

“He will be beautiful, Feesa. Just like his mother.” He pressed a kiss to her ear, tongue flickering out briefly, causing her to squirm slightly. She returned to his arms, and he held her tightly, relishing the moment.

“And as benevolent and kind as his father.” She said dreamily. “Even if the world will never know who he was truly.” The Aristocra’s hand buried itself in her hair, drawing her even closer. This would be the last time that he would see her before the birth in 2 months, lest anyone suspect any illicit relations.

“Your scheming has made Drask a very unhappy man.” With the discovery of Feesa’s pregnancy, Drask had been forced into taking the responsibility of his actions. As Feesa had known he would have to. As a honourable Chiss, and as determined as he was to rise in authority, he had no choice but to acknowledge himself as the father.

“But you are pleased?” She asked with a tingle of urgency in her voice. He nodded slowly. “Then I do not care.” She buried her head in Formbi’s yellow robes, and listened to his heart, wishing the moment would never end.