The next day I awake buried in warm covers. It's a weird experience after sleeping on concrete floors for so long. I curl up in a ball and snuggle up against the soft body next to me.
"You changed your mind." I purr. He fists a hand in my hair and jerks my face up to see him.
"I do not know who you think that I am, but I would be happy to fill their place." I stare up into the eyes of my king and whimper softly. He lets me fall back onto the bed, but it is no longer so soft and comforting.
"Breathe, little one. I would not harm you while you slept." he soothes. He rubs my back in slow circles. I turn over and lay on my stomach to give him access. He slides his hands under my shirt and rubs my back, his warm hands making my muscles relax. He leans closer and nibbles on the top of my ear, making me shiver.
"I want you." he whispers.
"Why?" I breathe. He moves closer, letting his warm skin press against mine. I make a soft noise as he straddles my back and nibbles on my throat.
"I want an heir." he says. I tense, and fight my muscles to relax. I need to appear as if I will consider it, but damn, why does it always return to this? Is there no one that truly wants me? On the other hand, it's not as if I can refuse.
"And if I refuse?" I ask. He laughs softly and kisses the other side of my throat.
"You think that I will force you?" he asks. I hesitate to answer, but eventually I nod. He laughs, and even the sound is sexual enough to raise hairs on the back of my neck. "Our magic does not work that way. We cannot force to conceive."