Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Morning Sickness
I awoke early before sunrise with the feeling of nausea as I rushed to the bathroom, vomiting on my way there. This woke up Rryan, he called for the healer, his voice loud and demanding it woke the whole kingdom.
Kayla came running at the King's demand. Lydia was there with me, smiling. She already knew,
"You are with child, my love," she said, wiping my face with a cool, wet towel.
King Rryan gripped the doorframe when he heard those words from her lips. The smile on his face was the same as his father's was last night when he first saw me.
As the months grew, my belly began to swell with his child, my tits grew large, he took great pleasure in sucking them dry as his cock, twitched and throbbed inside me; his needs were as great as my own. He lowered his head, licking my swollen lips. My loud moans were heard throughout the pyramid; the louder my moans were, the more he loved it.
"Let the world know how much pleasure I give my queen!" he said, just before I drenched his face with my juices. He sank his fangs into my swollen lips, drinking my blood mixed with my sexual climax,
"You taste like nectar from the Gods." he licks me clean before pushing deep inside me as I scream out his name. The head of his cock squeezed into my cervix, locking us together. He loves breeding with me, and I love it too. As he pumps his hot cum into me, he's careful not to breach the protective amniotic sac that our baby is in. The feel of his pulsating cock filling me with his hot cum is a pleasure I crave.
At breakfast the next evening, I felt heat rush to my cheeks as King Danyel smiled and said,
“To hear the sounds of breeding throughout the pyramids last night has reminded me of what I, too, once enjoyed. I may once again search out a mate for myself.”
The royal ladies immediately smiled, each of them clearly believing they now had a chance, but his gaze never wavered from me. I knew what he was thinking. He did not want another. He craved my Mother.
“I still have so much to learn about my family,” I said, breaking the tension, “and about being an immortal… and the child of a demigod. Tell me more about who I am.” I ate hungrily as I spoke, feeding for two now without shame.
He smiled then, his fangs catching the candlelight in the dimly lit chamber. Breakfast was always held after sunset. We all awoke ravenous, and the table was laid with rare, cooked steaks still dripping with blood, alongside sweet delicacies—hot cakes soaked in syrup, fruits, and rich breads. We did not live on blood alone.
“Your mother was from the House of Ixchel,” he began, his voice softening. “She was aligned with the goddess of fertility, childbirth, medicine, and weaving. Hers was a House built on nurturing, protection, and creation. They possess rare abilities—healing, fertility control, and magical weaving. It is known as a House of Hope.”
He paused briefly before continuing. “Your mother believed that one day we would all walk in the light. Her magic was powerful. She was a master of barriers and had been working on one meant to shield us from the sun’s rays.”
I wanted to ask about her death, but the fondness in his expression stopped me. He seemed genuinely happy remembering her, and I didn’t want to fracture that moment. I loved hearing him speak of my mother with such reverence and devotion.
“Being both demigod and immortal in a human world carries its own balance of gifts and burdens,” he said after a moment. “You should speak with the Royal Sorcerer, Kira. She can help you develop your abilities—especially since it appears they were magically suppressed.”
Rryan agreed immediately and sent word for her arrival. She came the following day. Lydia accompanied me to meet her in the guest chamber. Kira had already laid out potions and various tools across the table in a deliberate, patterned arrangement. She questioned me at length before asking if I possessed any personal items that had once belonged to my mother.
That was when I remembered the bag. The one I had hidden in the brush the day the brute captured me. I told her what had happened, and she arranged for guards to escort us to the location.
I searched the area carefully until I found the spot. Dropping to my knees, I dug with my bare hands until my fingers brushed against fabric. As I pulled the bag free, its contents spilled out. There was little left. Most of her belongings had been burned.
Then I saw them—her crystals, her rings.
Without hesitation, I slid them onto my fingers.
Without hesitation, I slid the rings onto my fingers.
The world tilted violently. The scent of earth and crushed leaves rushed up as a sharp, searing pulse tore through me, as something ancient had just recognized its owner.
My knees buckled.
“Syla!” Lydia shouted as she lunged for me.
I hit the ground hard, the breath knocked from my lungs. The sky fractured above me, spinning between branches and shadows. Hands were on me instantly—Lydia gripping my shoulders, guards fanning out around us, weapons drawn as if an unseen enemy had struck.
“This isn’t exhaustion,” Kira said urgently, dropping to her knees beside me. She pressed her palm to my forehead, then froze. “No… this was triggered.”
“By what?” Lydia demanded.
Kira’s eyes locked onto my hands. Onto the rings.
“A spell?” someone asked.
Kira swallowed. “Or a seal.”
Rryan’s voice cut through the chaos. “Get them off her.”
Hands tried to pull at my fingers—but the rings wouldn’t move. Heat surged through my veins, spreading fast, brutal, as if my blood had been set alight. The ground beneath me seemed to hum, the brush whispering as though it remembered me.
“She’s fading,” Lydia cried.
The last thing I felt before the darkness took me was fear radiating from all of them—not for my life alone, but for what had just been awakened.
And the terrifying certainty that whatever had been hidden inside me had finally been called home.