The sacred seed 2, p.1
The Sacred Seed 2, page 1
Jack Pinkhunter
The Sacred Seed 2
Copyright © 2024 by Jack Pinkhunter
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Afterword
Chapter 1
Aurora
Isadora leaned forward to pick a rose from the soil, the sun shining upon her. Her blonde hair glowed so brightly that it dazzled my eyes. It was a cloudless day, and the birds spread their wings and twittered about. We were in the royal garden, taking a walk together, our last walk before she would move in with Darian.
She sprang up to her feet, her ripe breasts jiggling inside her blue, silky dress. She perched on her tiptoes and slid the stem behind my ear. “There you go,” she said playfully. She plucked one for herself and slid it behind her ear as well.
I drew in a deep breath of the flowery fragrance. I loved flowers, and I knew she did too. “You’ve always had a keen eye for beautiful things,” I said, smiling at her playfulness. She made me miss my youth when it was all fun and games and no politics.
“I agree,” she said with a titter. “And the most beautiful thing in this garden is you.”
I chuckled. “Till you find a mirror and see yourself.”
Darian would come tomorrow. It had been two weeks since he’d tongue-kissed my daughter and left. I’d spent every day with Isadora. We’d taken a trip to the Flower Hills and had a little picnic. We rode together and watched a concert. We had also visited the Serenity Shore where she had met Charlotte, her childhood friend.
After the most devastating week of my life, when I thought I wouldn’t see Isadora again, I was grateful for every day that I spent with her. Darian had been exceptionally clever at hiding what happened. When the search had been called off, there were all kinds of rumors of a royal drama, but none had guessed what had happened.
We headed toward the lake, and there was no one there. Isadora turned to me, fidgeting a little.
“Is it Darian you’re thinking of?”
“Uh-huh,” she said. “Do you think he’s forgiven me?”
“Of course,” I told her. “He kissed you before he left.” I stopped to look in her sapphire eyes. I was mesmerized by her beauty. “Let’s leave it behind. Okay?”
“I’ll try,” she said with a sigh. “I wish I’d realized my mistake sooner.” It pained me to see her beat herself up over it. Although I sensed she had grown up now and wouldn’t dare to try something like that again.
“Look at the flowers,” I told her and pointed away from the lake. “Some are fully grown and some are budding. We all grow and learn things at different paces.”
A smile blossomed on her face. “I guess you’re right,” she said and sighed a breath of relief. “We’ve been sending letters to each other in the meantime.”
“I know,” I said.
“How?”
“You received one on Monday and one on Friday,” I told her.
Now it was Isadora’s turn to halt, narrowing her eyes on me. “So you have been spying on me.”
I chuckled. “You shouldn’t have turned down my spying classes … Although I hardly think you’ll need them. You’re a good enough spy yourself.”
“Mom, have you been spying or not?”
“I haven’t,” I told her.
“How did you know I received those letters?”
I chuckled. “By your mood. You danced, played the harp and you sang like a bird. You were the definition of being in love.”
Her cheeks pinked. “Oh,” she said and placed her finger on her chin. “I didn’t think you would notice.”
“You were as noticeable as a blooming rose,” I told her.
She sighed. “I’m a bit nervous. I’ve never been in a relationship with a guy before … Any tips on how to make him like me?”
“You are overthinking it,” I told her. But I understood why she was concerned and a bit insecure. All the girls were, especially when they were going out with someone like Darian. It wasn’t only her that got turned on, but me as well. He excelled in everything he’d done, and his loyalty was unbreakable. He was the definition of a man. I tried to suppress my fantasies, knowing my daughter was madly in love with him. I didn’t want to take the love away from her. I wanted her to have it all.
“Mom,” Isadora said, waking me up from my dream bubble.
“I was just thinking,” I said, my lips softening to a smile.
“Of a man?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows.
“All women do,” I said and wanted to move on before she continued her investigation. “Femininity … That’s everything a guy wants from you. The most important aspect of a woman.”
“Do I have it?” Isadora asked.
“In abundance,” I said, patting her back.
“Anything else?”
“Loyalty and be there for him when he wants you,” I told her. “Once you’ll see him again, it’ll be natural. You don’t have to overthink anything. Do you see those swans?” We neared the lake. I pointed at the swans flirting. They bobbed their heads up and down while facing each other. While swimming closer, they entwined their necks together and formed a heart shape.
“That’s so cute,” Isadora said, her gaze melting.
“Right, they don’t need books and lessons for love, and neither do humans,” I told her.
“Maybe you’re right,” Isadora said as it dawned on her.
We walked around the lake, sharing memories. We had enough to talk about for the rest of the day. “I remember when Elara and I had our first camping trip here,” she said.
“You must have had so much fun.”
She nodded. “We always have fun together. By the way, she’s been sad lately.”
“Of course. It’s because you’re moving.”
“But I’m not that far from the city,” Isadora said.
“It doesn’t matter. She’ll miss you,” I told her. “She’s been spending almost every day with you since you were young.”
“I understand … I’ll miss her too,” Isadora said wistfully. “Maybe one day she can join us.”
“Maybe,” I told her and patted her back. “You’ll still find time for each other. And you’ll certainly find some new friends over there.”
“I already have Flora. She’s super sweet.”
“She’s the best maid in this kingdom,” I said.
We spotted two birds mating, and Isadora giggled, looking up at me. “Does sex hurt?”
“No, not at all. Maybe at the beginning, but you’ll quickly get used to it. And once you have, there’s no going back. You’ll want him again and again.”
“I see,” she said. “Mom, are you okay with me losing my maidenhead before marriage?”
We sat down on a bench, and I patted her thigh. I always loved it whenever she would ask me questions, and I could be there for her as a mother. “Of course, sweetie. We talked about this before. If you don’t want to be married and want to be bonded instead, it’s up to you.” We put our differences aside. I would never attempt to indirectly influence her choice, and besides, her getting closer to Darian would make him close to us as a family. It was something I wanted deep inside, but I tried to keep quiet about it. I knew it sounded selfish, but it wasn’t like I could resist him. I was grateful my daughter had called off the marriage. I would rather have Darian close to me than Eldric, the prince of Selppin. Eldric wasn’t unattractive, but there was something special with Darian.
Isadora leaned her head on my shoulder, and I draped my arm around her. We kept this moment for ourselves. She was my only daughter, and I loved her to death. I kissed her cheek, making a smile blossom on her beautiful face. She kissed my cheek in return, making my heart tingle.
“We’ll send letters to each other,” Isadora said while looking up at me. “I won’t be completely gone.”
“I know … you’ll always have a special place in my heart.”
“That’s so sweet of you,” she said and embraced me from the side, pressing her breasts against me.
“I love you too,” I said and embraced her back.
Eventually, we rose back to our feet and headed back to the castle. Isadora had promised to spend time with Elara, and I didn’t want to hog her for myself.
I went back to my chamber and greeted Thalia, my mage, with a nod. She wore her purple, red dress as always, and her dark hair cascaded down her curvy figure. With a jaw-dropping cleavage, her bust strained against her dress. Her boobs made girls green with envy, but the reason why I envied her was because she’d been intimate with Darian, something I constantly thought of. I still remembered word for word when she’d vividly told me about their intimate moment. I masturbated more frequently but none topped the first time I did it. Deep inside, I wanted more than just fingers. I wanted his real thing, but it was just a dream for now.
“How was the walk?” she asked me with a friendly nod.
“It was all flowers and sunshine,” I told her.
“And roses,” she said.
I chuckled and had forgotten about the rose Isadora had slid behind my ear. I decided to leave it there for now. “Any letters?”
“Indeed,” she said, her voice not as optimistic as a second ago. “One from Selppin … King Fyodor.”
My face darkened. Sucking in a deep breath, I nodded to myself. “It was to be expected,” I said. “I’m just surprised it took so long.”
“He might have taken days to write it,” Thalia said with a shrug. “Although I also have a feeling that dark words are written there.”
“Bring me the letter,” I told her.
“It’s already on your desk, Your Highness.”
I nodded and approached it. I took a seat and looked at the stamp of Selppin, my heart rate slowly increasing. I slowly opened it and slipped out the letter. I read the first line, Dear Aurora Pinkbloom.
It wasn’t as clearly written as the other letters he’d sent me. I drew in a deep breath as my eyes scanned the text. I clearly saw the angry tone. It took a hostile turn immediately, questioning why the marriage was called off. He also wrote that his son Eldric had looked forward to this marriage the most and that he was in love. Eldric wasn’t heartbroken, but angry. Fyodor had to spend time taming him. He also wanted to know if it was negotiable if they could spoil Isadora with gifts. I chuckled at that one. I wished them good luck trying to bribe a girl who wanted to live like a peasant. They clearly didn’t know her at all. There was one line that made my blood boil. In case Isadora changed her mind, they would forgive her.
I let out a heated breath. “Forgive her,” I said and narrowed my eyes at that line. It provoked me. Who were they to write such a thing? I remembered when Isadora had pointed out their insecurities, and she was right all along. They weren’t the greatest kingdom, and they always had to compensate one way or another for always having to rely on allies. But they were excellent in trade and had more blacksmiths and mines than us. They were important to us since most of our weapons were made there. There was nothing in the letter about the weapon deal we were going to discuss, which didn’t help my provocation.
“Thalia, you may come.” I beckoned her to me. “I’ve never felt so provoked by reading a letter.”
She pointed at the letter. “May I?”
I nudged it to her, needing a little break from those wicked words. She lifted it to her eyes and read from line to line. Her expression soured as well, and I was glad that I wasn’t the only one. She slowly lowered it back to the table. “Forgive her,” she said quietly to herself, tasting the strange words.
“That was the part that made my blood boil too.”
“Why would she change her mind?” Thalia asked. “They sound desperate.”
“They want to save their faces from their insecurities,” I said. “I knew it would lead to this.”
“I have a feeling this will be the beginning of a new conflict,” Thalia said, raising her gaze to the window.
“So do I,” I said. They were defenseless against us, but not so much if they decided to join someone else. After the war, I wanted to do anything I could to avoid another conflict, but a marriage was not on the table in any shape or form. Isadora had made that perfectly clear. “I’ll write back to him, saying we can discuss this in person. I have to firmly let him know that my daughter’s heart is already taken.”
“That will be the best solution … But we should also look over possibilities in case they want to leave our friendship.”
“You’re right,” I said, nodding to myself as I prepared to write to him back.
Chapter 2
Darian
Igripped the leather reins tightly as the carriage bounced and rattled over the rough gravel road. My muscles strained to keep control as the horses pulled us along. We passed by more and more settlements as we were slowly drawing closer to the city.
Flora sat right beside me, leaning her head onto my shoulder. She wore a heavenly perfume that always drew me to her and her tender touch. She smiled every time she noticed that I wanted a piece of her. “We’re almost there now,” she said.
I nodded. “I can’t wait to see her again,” I said. It had been two weeks since I had seen Isadora. She wanted a little break and to spend some time with her mother. I still felt the sweetness from her honeyed lips. She had been running through my mind, her cunning tricks, her beauty and her vivid imagination. I truly loved her, and I couldn’t wait for her to join us and to become my second bonded girl.
The repopulation continued as usual. I had impregnated more than five hundred women so far. They were all on their knees for me, trying out different tricks just so they could be bred. It had become a bit overwhelming to get to know so many women, but I had a duty to take care of them. I had promised Aurora and had accepted this important quest with honor. I couldn’t disappoint her.
I looked forward to seeing the queen again. The last time I’d seen her, she’d been heartbroken. It hadn’t been a pretty sight, although the relief when I came back with Isadora was heartwarming.
Isadora and I had sent letters to each other. She had written what she’d been up to, spending most of her time with her mother.
“I hope they have made peace,” I told Flora.
“Who?” Flora asked, tugging at my arm a little.
I looked down at her and raked my fingers through her lustrous, auburn hair. She was gorgeous and all mine. I appreciated everything she had done for me so far, from scheduling the pregnancies to massaging me during the nights. She took care of me like no other woman out there.
“The queen and the princess,” I said.
“They certainly have,” she said, her lips curving in a smile. “I’m just glad it didn’t become a scandal, and that it had a happy ending. I love happy endings.”
“We all do,” I said and kissed her forehead. I sighed in relief. The war was still fresh in my memory, and I thought about it now and then. Luckily, I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night as frequently as earlier, but I still thought about it now and then. I tried to get the ugly images out of my head, but it was difficult. Except for the royal drama, it had been peaceful the past weeks. I didn’t take it for granted, aware that hostilities could erupt without warning. It was something Flora also reminded me of, to enjoy this time as much as possible.
The castle emerged from behind the city. The turrets rose to the sky, penetrating through the thick layer of clouds. The flag fluttered in the wind as the people bustled in and out of the great city. Anigava was a sight to behold. It always amazed me to see what man could build, but I did prefer small towns over cities. It was just what I was used to.
When there was more traffic, we rode slower, passing by stressed tradesmen and merchants. We entered the cobbled road and neared the castle. The guards recognized us and guided us to the stable while another notified Aurora.
We jumped off the carriage and stretched our arms and legs. “It feels great to be back here again,” I said. I heard constant chatter of bargaining voices at the Bazaar, the clopping of horses pulling carts and the joyful laughter of children playing tag. The city’s warm energy enveloped us.
