Chapter Ten

In time, the priests come to release us from the breeding racks, attending to Eugen first as is their habit. He coughs as they lift him up, and I can see the shadows of bruises on his pale skin, the marks where Arun held tight as he pounded into him.

My own body is unmarked save by exhaustion, and I hang limp and compliant as they lift me and take me from the room, the god's seed trickling down my legs. My thoughts are spinning with the Oran's half-mocking words.

Your bitch quickens well.

My breath leaves in a rush at the idea. It still seems impossible that I might bear the gods' young, my body's very nature reshaped to their will. And yet, have they not reshaped me in other ways, awakened a desire in me that nothing can quench?

No matter how impossible it might seem, there is no reason for the entire Temple to lie to me. And if I accept that this is truth, then I must also accept that somehow, impossibly, I am carrying the gods' seed inside me.

And Eugen is not.

I shiver. Eugen's pale, bruised form reminds me of how demanding it is to serve even one of the Wolf Gods, and the gods spoke as if they would share him now that I had fallen pregnant. Eugen has taken them both before, crying out around one thick cock while the other fills his ass, writhing suspended between them while I watched jealously, bound and aching.

Could his body withstand such a claiming daily, for however long it took for his belly to swell? And after, the burden of carrying such divine children?

Could mine?

The attendants carry us back to the bathing chamber, and Eugen seems to revive a bit in the warm, steam-filled air. The attendants wash us, their touches lingering, intimate, but today I am acutely aware of their hands as they bathe my torso, their fingers tracing lightly over the dark peaks of my nipples, stroking across the plane of my stomach which is, perhaps, not so flat as it once was.

Has Eugen noticed these changes as well? Is that why his touch, shy and questing, has lingered over my torso our past few nights together?

Heat courses through me, my cock stirring beneath the attendants' touch despite the thorough fucking I received from Oran. Eugen notices, his own cock rising as he looks at me, his blue eyes darkening with desire.

The attendants pretend not to notice our bodies' reactions as they finish bathing us, but the drapes wrapped around our hips strain over our hard cocks, tenting obscenely over our flushed flesh.

We return to our room, and Eugen sinks onto his bed, watching hungrily as I cross to join him. His slender body calls to me, and I want to reassure myself that Arun has not damaged him, that the Wolf God has not been too rough in his demands.

I settle on the bed beside him, and he reaches for me, kissing me eagerly. We trade kisses while his hands caress my torso, fingertips playing across the peaks of my nipples, then tracing lower, following paths only he can see.

"I heard what they gods said," he whispers as he touches me. His hand settles on my stomach, palm warm against my skin. "You have quickened."

I shiver, and Eugen leans close, his mouth claiming mine, his tongue tracing my lips.

"Does it bother you?" I ask when we part. He shakes his head, his fair hair falling across his forehead.

"No, Jaro. In fact..." He flushes and bows his head. "It excites me, knowing you carry their child." His flush deepens. "I only wish I were so blessed, as well."

A shiver runs down my spine at the memory of the gods' taunting debate over whether he would survive to bear their children. The gods have bred him just as often as me; if he never quickens, if his body is not strong enough to bear their seed, what will they do with him?

"Jaro." Eugen's kiss distracts me from my fears, his body pressing close, lips trailing down my neck. My breath catches as his kisses trail lower, hair brushing over my skin, tongue tracing the path his fingers have blazed.

My cock, already half-hard, surges to full arousal, and he smiles up at me. "Let me please you," he whispers, and dips his head.

His mouth closes around my nipple and I cry out, startled, as his tongue flicks lightly over the tight nub. Eugen sucks, gently, and pleasure flares, a rush of sensation shooting straight to my cock.

I moan, my hands tangling in his fair hair, holding him to me. He hums approval, his tongue teasing, his mouth suckling, his fingers on my other nipple, pinching and plucking. Pleasure washes through me and I can't stop the sounds of need that fall from my lips.

His mouth lifts from me and I whimper, reaching for him, only to fall back with a choked cry as his teeth close around the tight peak. He bites carefully and I keen, my hips jerking.

Eugen chuckles, and switches sides, his mouth closing over the other nipple, sucking and biting while his fingers play with the sensitized, wet peak he's left behind. His free hand traces lower, teasing my navel before drifting downward.

His fingers wrap around the base of my cock, and my hips buck, my shaft jerking in his hold as he strokes me. My body should be spent, exhausted by the gods' use, but before I realize it his thumb circles over the sensitive head and I spend, screaming his name as my cock pulses, my seed pouring thick over his fingers.

He smiles up at me, cups my jaw and pulls me down into a breathless kiss. "Being bred by the gods suits you, Jaro."

I can only kiss him, my hands tangling in his fair hair, my worry fading as our bodies curl together.