Before Orion could ask a single question, Seraphina was already moving. She coiled around him, pressing her body against his, demanding kisses and affection with a desperate, happy urgency.
Orion wrapped his massive arms around her, pulling her close.
"This... this is a genuine surprise," he murmured, his hand stroking the smooth, cool skin of her back. It felt almost dreamlike.
In the past, his other women had tried everything—potions, rituals, timing—to conceive his heir. Yet here was Seraphina, a Demigod, who had succeeded after just two nights of unbridled passion.
It was a testament to the difference in their very being. As a Demigod herself, Seraphina's constitution was on a different tier. Her existence was closer to his own, making the creation of life far more compatible.
