The Demon of The North-Chapter 149 - 148. Need a Little Time

Roxanne lay back on the bed she shared with Vivianne, staring at the ceiling while the weight of everything finally caught up to her. Things had happened too fast—too much, too soon.

Ever since she married Vivianne, Dietrich’s jealousy had pushed her into open conflict with the throne, a fight she had never sought but had won all the same. The way she finally challenged the throne and actually won it.

Then came the wars. She faced challenges from other races, including a fight against her own father, the demon king. Victory after victory, until she became the only alpha strong enough to rule the entire continent.

The Borgia Empire rose under her name, marking the first generation and the first time the continent had ever been unified beneath a single banner. And then there was her daughter.

Seraphyne de Borgia, small, perfect, impossibly precious. Crimson eyes like Roxanne’s, silver hair like Vivianne’s. A child Roxanne had never believed she could have, not with her rut nature, not with the way her life had always been shaped by violence and dominance.

Yet there she was, a miracle breathing softly in a nearby room. After nearly a year, the moment people in the empire have been waiting for is the princess’s second gender to manifest.

For a moment, Roxanne had thought that’s everything. The happy ending she had earned. A wife, a daughter, and the whole continent under her rule.

But then the intruders came. Uninvited guests were stepping onto her continent, her empire, and her land. She had expected hardship, resistance, something worthy of her attention. A challenge, she thinks too much and prepares a lot.

Instead, she found annoyance. They couldn’t even endure Kaelindor’s mana for long, yet they lingered just enough to plunder her land, to take what’s not theirs, and to destroy some alpha-omega bond.

It exhausted her. "Sigh..." She let the soft bed drown her body.

The bathroom door opened softly.

Vivianne stepped out, skin still glistening with warmth, the air around her carrying a quiet hum of intent. She wore an exquisite nightgown, light as a whisper, sheer enough to tease, draping around her like liquid silk.

The fabric flowed with every step, tracing her curves without revealing too much. Lace framed her collarbones, the neckline dipping just enough to draw the eye, while the cinched waist shaped her into a perfect hourglass.

The sleeves swayed gently as she moved, brushing her arms like a lover’s sigh. The hem skimmed her ankles, revealing fleeting glimpses of a leg beneath. The muted color clung to her like a second skin, turning every glance into a shared secret.

"You’re thinking about something heavy again, aren’t you?" Vivianne said softly as she approached the bed.

Roxanne stared at her, momentarily forgetting every worry. It’s difficult to believe this omega is a mother with that kind of figure. She’s dangerously beautiful and got even more ravishing after she gave birth to their child, Seraphyne.

"Why are you staring?" Vivianne smiled, fully aware of the effect she had.

"The same reason you’re wearing that nightgown," Roxanne replied, returning the smile, but her eyes darkened with intent.

Vivianne caught the shift immediately, scenting Roxanne’s pheromones growing stronger. "I thought you might need to relax," she said gently, lying down beside her.

Her breath hitched as Roxanne’s gaze darkened, the air between them thickening with the heady musk of desire. The omega’s pulse fluttered beneath her skin, her scent sweetening in response to her wife’s dominant aura.

Roxanne reached out, fingertips grazing Vivianne’s cheek slowly but possessively, tracing the curve of her jaw before slipping into the silken strands of her hair. The alpha’s touch is possessive, yet tender.

"You’re too good to me," Roxanne murmured, her voice rough with restraint.

Vivianne tilted into her touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "I just know what you need."

A low growl rumbled in Roxanne’s chest, and she shifted closer, her body hovering over Vivianne’s. The omega’s nightgown barely concealed the warmth of her skin beneath, the thin fabric doing little to disguise the way her nipples pebbled under Roxanne’s scrutiny.

Their lips met in a slow, burning kiss. Roxanne’s mouth is hot and demanding, Vivianne’s yielding beneath her. The alpha licked into her, tasting her, savoring the soft whimper that trembled against her tongue. Vivianne arched, her hands sliding up Roxanne’s arms, fingers tightening in the fabric of her shirt.

Roxanne pulled back just enough to smirk down at her. "Eager?"

Vivianne’s cheeks flushed. "Can you tell?"

The alpha’s lips curled in satisfaction before she captured Vivianne’s mouth again, deepening the kiss with slow, deliberate strokes. Her hands mapped the omega’s body, skimming over the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the curve of her hips. Every touch is measured, teasing, stoking the fire between them.

Vivianne whimpered, her legs shifting restlessly as heat pooled low in her belly. Roxanne’s fingers finally found the hem of her nightgown, pushing it up inch by inch, revealing the soft skin of her thighs.

"So beautiful," Roxanne murmured against her lips, her fingers tracing idle patterns along Vivianne’s inner thigh, just shy of where she ached for her.

Vivianne’s breath came faster, her hips lifting instinctively, seeking more. "Your grace—"

The alpha chuckled, her breath hot against Vivianne’s neck as she pressed open-mouthed kisses along her throat. "Patience, sweetheart."

But patience is slipping through Vivianne’s fingers as Roxanne’s hand finally cupped her through her panties, her palm warm and firm against her dampening core. A shuddering moan escaped the omega’s lips, her nails digging into Roxanne’s shoulders.

"Please," Vivianne gasped.

Roxanne nipped at her collarbone before pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. "Tell me what you want."

Vivianne’s eyes darkened with need. "You. Inside me."

A feral grin curved Roxanne’s lips as she finally slipped her fingers beneath the lace, stroking through slick heat. Vivianne arched with a cry, her body alight with sensation as Roxanne teased her, circling her clit at the same spot before dipping two fingers inside with a slow, deep thrust.

"Oh!" Vivianne gasped, her walls clenching around Roxanne’s fingers.

The alpha’s free hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head back to claim her mouth again, swallowing her moans as she worked her relentlessly. The pace is torturously slow, long, deep strokes that had Vivianne trembling on the edge before Roxanne would ease back, denying her release until the omega is writhing beneath her.

"Roxanne—I can’t—" Vivianne choked out, her thighs quivering.

"You can," Roxanne growled, her teeth scraping over Vivianne’s pulse point. "And you will."

Her fingers curled just right, and Vivianne shattered with a cry, her body seizing as pleasure crashed through her. Roxanne kissed her through it, drinking in her whimpers until she finally stilled, panting.

But the alpha isn’t done, not yet. The main course hasn’t been served yet.

With a hungry gleam in her eyes, Roxanne stripped Vivianne’s nightgown off completely before swiftly removing her clothes. When she settled back over her wife, skin on skin, the heat between them is nearly unbearable.

Vivianne’s hands roamed over Roxanne’s toned body, her touch reverent. "Take me," she whispered.

Roxanne needed no further encouragement. She hooked Vivianne’s leg over her hip, guiding herself to her entrance before pushing her hard shaft in with one smooth, deep thrust.

Vivianne cried out, her nails raking down Roxanne’s back as she filled completely. The alpha’s hips rolled in a slow, sensual rhythm, each movement dragging pleasure through Vivianne’s overstimulated nerves.

"Look at me," Roxanne commanded, her voice rough.

Vivianne obeyed, her dazed eyes meeting Roxanne’s darkened ones. The alpha’s pace remained unhurried, each thrust slow but deep and hard, drawing out every ounce of sensation until Vivianne is shaking beneath her again.

When Roxanne finally let go, her release crashing over her, she buried her face in Vivianne’s neck, biting down just enough to mark as she spilled inside her.

Collapsing together, tangled and sated, Roxanne kissed Vivianne’s forehead with surprising tenderness. "Perfect," she murmured.

"You’re perfect." Roxanne breathed deeply, letting the knot tighten as she continued to pour her seed into her wife. And Vivianne, wrapped in her arms, could only agree.

Vivianne let out a soft, contented sigh as she nestled against Roxanne’s chest, their bodies still intimately joined. The alpha’s knot pulsed inside her, keeping them locked together, and Vivianne relished the stretch, the undeniable proof of their bond. Roxanne’s fingers lazily traced circles along her bare back, her touch warm and possessive.

"You okay?" Roxanne murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Vivianne’s head.

"Mmm, more than okay," Vivianne replied, her voice still breathless. She shifted slightly, wincing when the movement made Roxanne’s knot tug at her sensitive walls. "Still feels... intense."

Vivianne let out a soft, contented sigh as she nestled against Roxanne’s chest, their bodies still intimately joined. The alpha’s knot pulsed inside her, a slow, possessive throb that sent aftershocks of pleasure through Vivianne’s spent body. Roxanne’s fingers lazily traced the curve of her spine, fingertips skimming over the faint marks left from their earlier passion.

Roxanne chuckled, low and rough. "I was starving."

Vivianne huffed a laugh, nipping playfully at Roxanne’s collarbone. "We did it two days ago, it was all day too."

Roxanne’s lips curled into a smug smirk as she tightened her arms around Vivianne, her voice dropping into that dark, sultry tone that always made heat coil low in the omega’s belly. "I need all the relaxation I can get from my wife."

Vivianne shivered, pressing closer. "Mm, is that what we’re calling it now?"

"Call it whatever you want," Roxanne murmured, dragging her teeth over Vivianne’s earlobe. "As long as I get to have you like this."

A breathless laugh escaped Vivianne as she arched in touch, still sensitive. "You’re insatiable."

Then a comfortable silence settled between them, broken only by their steady breathing and the occasional creak of the bed as they adjusted. Roxanne’s hand drifted lower, idly stroking the curve of Vivianne’s hip, her fingers occasionally dipping between her thighs, not to tease, just to remind herself of the slick warmth still clinging to Vivianne’s skin.

"I hope you’re not going to be sore tomorrow," Roxanne mused, smirking when Vivianne shivered at the thought.

"If you don’t need more," Vivianne breathed, tilting her head up for a slow, drowsy kiss. "I’ll be fine."

"And if I want more?" Roxanne chuckled at the kiss.

"Then sore it is then." Vivianne laughs.

Roxanne hummed in agreement, her grip tightening slightly as her knot finally began to soften. Vivianne sighed, pressing closer, already missing the fullness as Roxanne carefully pulled away.

"Let’s just sleep like this," Vivianne murmured, catching Roxanne’s wrist before she could move too far.

The alpha’s expression softened. "Yes, my love."

Vivianne smiled, curling into her side as Roxanne pulled the blankets over them both. The night is quiet, their bodies spent and sated, and in the warmth of each other’s arms, there’s no place either of them would rather be.