Vengeance in His Bed

"I am fine!" Jannah hissed through her teeth, stepping back. "I’m not feeling anything! I don’t need your—"

Aah!

A sudden, sharp, shooting spasm ripped straight through her lower pelvic basin, radiating down her inner thighs and up into her lower back. The intense, blinding pain cut her off mid-sentence. Jannah gasped loudly, her knees completely buckling beneath her as she winced in agony, her body folding forward as she clutched her lower abdomen.

Before her knees could touch the floor, Dorrent lunged forward like a striking predator.

His arms caught her body in mid-air, lifting her light frame effortlessly. In one swift, fluid movement, he sat down heavily on the edge of the plush bed, pulling her straight down between his parted thighs. He positioned her so her back was pressed flush against his broad chest, his towering frame completely wrapping around her like an iron cage.

"Stay still," Dorrent commanded, his deep baritone vibrating directly against her shoulder blades as his arm locked around her waist. "Stay still, and you will feel better. The pain will go away soon."

"Let me go! Stop touching me!" Jannah whimpered, her hands frantically clawing at his forearm as she tried to wriggle out from between his legs.

Without a single word of warning, Dorrent’s free hand reached around, grabbed the corner of her towel, and tugged it away, tossing the fabric onto the floor.

Jannah let out a shrill gasp of horror, her skin turning bright crimson as she was left sitting in his lap in nothing but her pale, bare skin and thin underwear. She thrashed against his chest. "Dorrent, no! Stop! Please!"

"Quiet," Dorrent purred into her ear, his breath hot and soothing against her neck. "I won’t do a single thing you’re afraid of, little physician. I am only helping ease the pain."

Before she could scream again, Dorrent activated his S-tier thermal manipulation—a refined Alpha trait that allowed him to concentrate thermal energy through his skin. He placed his warm palm flat onto her lower pelvis, right over her underwear, applying a heavy, direct pressure over the area where her inside was throbbing.

"Ah!"

Jannah gasped sharply, her eyes widening as a sudden, intense wave of soothing, radiant heat exploded from his palm, soaking straight through her skin and sinking deep into her pelvic muscles. The agonizing, sharp spasm that had been tearing her apart instantly melted away, replaced by an overwhelming, heavy sensation of relief.

Dorrent didn’t just keep his hand static. Slowly, hid palm began to glide in slow, firm, rhythmic circles along her lower pelvic bone.

His long fingers brushed tantalizingly close to the upper curve of her sensitive vulva, the heat radiating from his skin penetrating her thin underwear and directly warming her outer lips down below.

"Nnn..."

A soft, involuntary whimper escaped Jannah’s throat before she could bite her lip. Shivers of intense, electric pleasure shot up her spine, contrasting wildly with the soothing relief spreading through her womb. Her body betrayed her completely—she couldn’t pull away, because the moment his hand moved an inch off her skin, the sharp pelvic ache threatened to return, forcing her to stay pinned flush against his chest, absorbing every single stroke of his warm hand.

Dorrent leaned his head down, his lips practically grazing her sensitive earlobe as his palm continued to rhythmically massage her pelvic junction, his thumb occasionally applying a firm, pressurized friction right near the top of her hidden node.

"How is it feeling, Jannah?" Dorrent rasped out, his deep breathing hot and heavy against her neck.

Jannah sat rigid, her hands trembling as they rested over his thick forearm. She was completely stiff with internal conflict—her physical body was receiving profound, undeniable relief from the agonizing cramps, but at the same exact time, his hand was performing intimately explicit, stimulating motions against her lower half, pushing her toward an agonizing edge of physical arousal.

"You... you are a monster..." Jannah choked out, her head falling back against his shoulder as the rhythmic heat made her inner walls give a heavy, wet throb. His breathing was so close, vibrating against her throat.

"Breathe, little physician," Dorrent purred arrogantly against her skin, his palm gliding down just a fraction of an inch lower, pressing firm thermal heat directly against her weeping center. "It’s not like I’m fucking you right now. I’m just curing your pain."

"Curse you!" Jannah gasped out, her eyes rolling back slightly as a wave of intense pleasure rippled through her core. "Curse your entire... ah... lineage!"

To punish her sharp tongue, Dorrent deliberately tightened his thumb and gave her sensitive, swollen clit a sharp, pressurized pinch through her wet underwear.

"Ah-hn!"

Jannah gasped loudly, her hips involuntarily arching back into his lap, her core squirting a hot drop of moisture straight into her fabric. "You bastard!" she cursed him, her voice dripping with flushed embarrassment.

Dorrent let out a dark, wicked chuckle that vibrated right through her spine. His hand maintained its firm, soothing pressure on her pelvic bone, keeping the pain entirely at bay while keeping her core drowning in liquid heat.

"Tell me, Jannah..." Dorrent whispered darkly, his lips pressing a hot, deliberate kiss against the pulse point of her neck, "...what if it turns out you really are pregnant with my baby right now?"

Jannah’s dark eyes flashed with a sudden, desperate fire through her arousal. She tilted her head back, glaring up into his handsome face with defiance. "If I am pregnant..." Jannah hissed through her teeth, "...I will choke the baby to death the moment it comes out!"

The temperature in the room instantly plummeted.

Dorrent’s eyes swamped with a terrifying crimson fire. A sudden, dangerous wave of possessive rage exploded from him. Without giving her a second to breathe, he leaned in and savagely licked his wet tongue up the sensitive column of her neck, his sharp teeth catching her skin in a hard, bruising bite.

"Ah! Stop!" Jannah shuddered, her entire body trembling under his sudden, primal aggression.

"Don’t you ever utter such sickness again," Dorrent growled out, his voice a rasp against her ear as his hand pressed heavier onto her throbbing pelvis, forcing another gasp from her lips. "Unless you want me to tie you to this bed and make love to you every single day... until your womb has no choice but to get pregnant with my seed over and over again."

"You... you disgusting pervert!" Jannah scolded him loudly, her face burning crimson as she tried to pull her neck away from his mouth. "You’re sick!"

Dorrent didn’t let her go. He held her tight against his chest, his hand continuing its warm, rhythmic massage over her pelvic bone, easing every single trace of her pain until her breathing finally settled into a trembling rhythm.

Slowly, Dorrent leaned his face closer, his lips gently brushing against her earlobe, his eyes softening into an uncharacteristically gentle, possessive light as he whispered his final, chilling desire:

"If it’s a girl... I wish she looks just like you."