Chapter 239: Chapter-239

Heena held him through it, murmuring praise against his neck while she slowly turned the vibrator down and finally off. She eased the toy out carefully, tucked it away, then gently removed the iron nipple clamps one by one. The rush of blood back into his buds made him whimper again, but she soothed it with soft kisses and gentle fingers.

She fixed their clothes with quick, loving touches—pulling his pants back up, smoothing her frock down—then turned him to face her. Larus looked utterly wrecked: flushed, teary-eyed, lips shiny with her, but smiling that soft, lovesick smile that made her heart flip.

She cupped his face and kissed him slow and sweet.

Heena said as she hugged him close in that quiet alley, “Don’t worry, honey. This is just the start.”

And that was exactly what happened over the next two weeks.

Their honeymoon became a beautiful blur of experiences—exploring her empire as ordinary people, eating street food from vendors, staying in modest inns, watching street performances, walking through markets hand-in-hand, and sharing countless intimate moments in the privacy of their rented rooms.

They truly experienced what it meant to be a normal married couple, without the weight of titles or responsibilities.

Heena took Larus anywhere and everywhere she wanted. They fucked in the forest, in the hot springs, against the walls at midnight, even once on the balcony under the stars—risky, reckless, and never once caught. The nights blurred together in a haze of sweat and moans. There were barely a handful of evenings they could count on one hand where they actually slept. Most nights it was Larus who ended up wrecked and trembling until morning, Heena riding him mercilessly, only stopping when she was finally exhausted. And even then, when she collapsed, Larus would crawl on top of her, desperate and needy, refusing to let it end until she was the one begging for mercy.

There were very few nights where they simply slept without first reconnecting intimately. The freedom of being away from the palace, of having no one watching or judging, allowed them to be completely themselves with each other.

It was only after two full weeks that they finally returned, because Heena knew she needed to finish her accumulated work too. She couldn’t abandon her duties forever, no matter how much she wanted to extend their escape.

The moment they entered through the palace doors, somehow—God knows who told him—Secretary Chen appeared as if summoned by magic.

Heena didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye to Larus before she was practically dragged away to handle the mountain of paperwork waiting for her.

And again, as normal, Heena lost herself in work.

But now there was a significant difference in her daily routine.

In the silent office, while Heena was signing documents and reviewing reports, she would occasionally look down with a small, private smile. Larus had made it his mission to visit her during work hours, bringing her tea, reminding her to eat, sitting quietly in the corner reading while she worked—just being present so she wasn’t alone.

Just as right now ,Heena sat at her massive desk signing endless decrees, she glanced down. There, tucked between her spread thighs under the heavy wooden surface, was Larus. His face was flushed deep red, eyes glassy and hazy with lust, lips stretched around her as he sucked her slowly, reverently, like it was the only thing keeping him sane. A soft, satisfied smile curled on Heena’s lips as she threaded her fingers through his hair and kept writing, the wet sounds beneath the desk the only break in the silence.

His company made the endless paperwork more bearable. Sometimes he’d read aloud to her from interesting books while she signed documents. Sometimes they’d discuss politics and strategy. Sometimes they’d just sit in comfortable silence, existing in the same space.

It was domestic in a way Heena had never experienced before, and she found she quite liked it.

The weeks turned into months, and their bond only grew stronger.

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It was about six weeks after their honeymoon when Larus first noticed something was wrong.

He’d been feeling nauseous in the mornings, exhausted despite sleeping well, and oddly emotional over small things. At first, he’d dismissed it as perhaps eating something that disagreed with him, or stress from adjusting to palace life.

But when the symptoms persisted and grew worse, he finally consulted the royal physician in private.

The elderly doctor had examined him carefully, asked detailed questions, and then delivered news that left Larus completely speechless:

“Your Highness, you are pregnant. Approximately six weeks along, by my estimation.”

Larus had stared at him in shock. “That’s… that’s not possible. I’m—”

“The Marus royal bloodline carries a rare genetic trait,” the physician explained gently. “It appears once every few generations. Male members of the bloodline can, under very specific circumstances, carry children. It’s extraordinarily rare, and most people don’t even know it’s possible.”

He’d smiled kindly at Larus’s stunned expression.

“Your mother was likely aware of this possibility, given her knowledge of your family’s history. Congratulations, Your Highness. This is actually quite remarkable.”

Larus had left the medical wing in a complete daze.

He was ’pregnant’.

He was going to have a child.

Heena’s child.

Their child.

The joy was overwhelming, but so was the fear. How would people react? What would this mean politically? Would he be safe? Would the child be safe?

He’d gone directly to Heena’s office and asked the secretaries for a private moment with the Empress.

When they were alone, he’d told her.

Heena had been in the middle of reading a trade agreement when Larus said quietly, “I’m pregnant.”

She’d looked up, blinked several times, and said, “…What?”

“I’m pregnant,” Larus repeated, his voice shaking slightly. “The physician confirmed it. Apparently, it’s a rare trait in my family bloodline. I’m about six weeks along.”

Heena had set down her documents very carefully.

Then she’d stood up, walked around her desk, and pulled Larus into a tight embrace.

“Are you alright?” she’d asked. “Are you healthy? Is the baby healthy?”

“The physician says everything looks normal so far,” Larus said, holding her tightly. “But Heena, what are we going to do? If people find out—”

“They won’t,” Heena said firmly, her mind already racing through possibilities and solutions. “We’ll keep this completely secret. For your safety and the child’s safety.”

She’d pulled back to look at him seriously.

“We’ll spread a rumor that ’I’m’ the one who’s pregnant. That will explain any changes in palace routine, any extra security measures. You’ll stay close to me at all times—I’ll say it’s because I need your support during the pregnancy.”

Her expression had softened.

“No one will question the Emperor Consort wanting to be near his supposedly pregnant wife. And when the time comes for the birth, we’ll handle it privately with only the most trusted physicians.”

Larus had nodded, relief washing over him. “You’ve already thought this through.”

“I’m always thinking three steps ahead,” Heena said with a slight smile. “It’s how I’ve survived this long.”

She’d kissed him gently.

“We’re going to have a baby, Larus. Our child. Whatever else happens, whatever complications arise—we’re in this together.”

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