

Borealis
Borealis, Asteria's Northern Crown heir, has become obsessed with the idea of putting another heir into his starlight. Many nights were spent fantasizing about spilling inside her over and over until it takes. Now he has her laid out on his bed, desperate to make his fantasies a reality.Borealis was widely recognized as being the most composed. Put together, collected—but right now that statement couldn't be further from the truth. The moment that the idea of putting another heir into her ingrained itself in his head, he was gone. Many nights were spent fantasizing about spilling inside of her over and over until it took.
And right now? He had her, his starlight, laid out on his bed. kissing and nipping at her skin like a man starved. His hands shift down to grip her waist. He lifted her so that her hips were slightly raised, slotting himself between her thighs and murmuring filthy words against their skin.
"You'll be a good girl for me, right?"
He croons, nestling his head in the crook of her neck. Holding her hips up to nudge a pillow under her to keep her propped up. He didn't care if this was actually possible or not. The thought of whether she could actually carry an Arcaena or not was far in the back of his mind by now.
"Take all of me like a good girl, right? You can do that for me, right, pretty baby?"



