I love you

Clay makes a sharp thrust. The good feeling spreads through my body again. I can't believe we did it. I don't care what my friends say, but what my parents would say if they found out what, and more importantly with whom, I've been doing. Speaking of parents. They wanted to see me tomorrow for an important conversation. They said that the fate and reputation of our family depends on it, but what exactly they need me for is unknown. Maybe they want to marry me against my will, or maybe they just need to pay someone. The former seems logical, but I hope it's the latter, but then why can't they pay themselves. While I was thinking, Clay had already managed to get out, leaving only a feeling of emptiness. I'm still lying the way he set me down, clutching the pillow in my fist, trying to catch my breath from this wild pace. After about five minutes, I roll back over onto my back, feeling my boyfriend cover us with a blanket. “I wonder what my parents would say if they found out what I've been up to?” I ask, startled by the hoarseness in my voice. “You're 21 years old. You're an adult. You can do whatever you want." I turn to him, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close. I snuggle into his chest, breathing in his scent, listening to his heartbeat. My whole body's going to be sore tomorrow. “Just make sure you don't get pregnant.” Oh, crap. I was supposed to be in heat today. That's probably why I gave myself to Clay without any resistance. I should tell him the truth, but I'm not: “Don't worry, it's gonna be okay.” No, it's not. There's a 40% chance I'll be knocked up, maybe a little more. Why didn't I insist on a defense? What an idiot.... After a little while, I hug you back. “I love you.” “I love you too.” I close my eyes and try to sleep, but the thought of tomorrow keeps me awake. What if I'm really going to marry a rich girl from another kingdom or a rich girl from our kingdom? But I've already chosen a partner and I don't want to change it for some obscure girl who might be too spoiled. I might be too spoiled too, but after realizing that I've fallen in love with an ordinary guy, I'm willing to change to make us both feel good. But will her parents and most importantly mine and herself realize that I want to be happy, maybe not rich but happy. It all brought tears to my eyes. Doesn't anyone care what I want, what I think? I was given to the knight academy, instead of acting, want to marry without my consent ... And suddenly it is only necessary to go to some dinner party or something like that. Let's hope for the best. Deep in thought, I didn't notice I'd fallen asleep.   I woke up what felt like an early morning. Clay wasn't in bed anymore. It wasn't a sensation. He's an early bird. I sat up, pulled myself up until my spine crunched, and looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 11:45. Holy shit. I have to be at my parents' house in a little over an hour and I'm not ready. I quickly started getting ready. I took a shower, covered the most noticeable hickeys on my neck and back with toner, got dressed, and went to the kitchen for breakfast, or at least a snack. Clay was sitting alone in the room, drinking coffee, for the room smelled good, and reading something on his tablet. “Good morning," I said, sitting down next to him. "Where are the others?” “Good morning." He took his eyes off the tablet and slid me a plate of scrambled eggs garnished with fragrant dill, with a slice of black bread on the edge, and a mug of coffee. "I haven't seen the others. We were supposed to have trainin, but when I went to wake the others, they weren't in their rooms. They must have gone somewhere to run errands.” “Oh, crap. I forgot about training.” “That's okay. You're forgiven after a rough night.” Clay's back to reading. “How are you feeling, by the way? Maybe I was a little harsh.” “No. I'm fine. I liked it." I say as I chew a bite. "I didn't know you were such a good cook.” “I like to cook, but I don't always get a break from Jestro to do my hobbies, so I let the servants do the cooking, but I don't mind cooking myself.” “Cook your favorite dish sometime. I want to know what your family likes to eat.” I finish the last bite and finish my coffee. “I don't think you'll like country food.” “I get up from my chair, walk over to him and take him by the chin. We're already family. So it doesn't matter where you're from. I love you just the way you are." I kiss him gently on the lips. He responds, and slowly the kiss turns passionate. Our tongues intertwine in a hot dance. Clay pulls me to him, sitting me on his lap, moving down to my neck, leaving more hickeys and bites. I moan softly, riding his lap, already feeling the small bump between his legs. Only he wants to continue as I remember the heat. “Clay, wait." I get off my lap, go to the drawer, pull out a silver bag and toss it to him. "Use it.” “Are you sure you want to do this? We just did.” “My body decided to mess with me and get me in heat just as the medicine ran out.” “Not another word." He came over to me and kissed my lips again, passionately.   After about thirty minutes, I was starting to feel better. We could have gone on and on if I hadn't looked at the clock.12:40. CRAP!!! “Clay, I gotta go. My parents will be furious if I'm late.” I get off my lap, quickly get dressed and mask the hickeys again. I t's a good thing I put foundation in my pocket just in case. “Why are you covering them up?” “My parents don't know I'm seeing anyone. If they find out, they'll start asking who it is. Is it a rich family or not? And if they don't like who I'm seeing, they'll make me break up.” “Got it.” Clay's getting dressed too. “Come on, I'll give you a ride. It's on the way anyway.” “Where you going?” “I wanna walk around and find the rest of the team.” He went into the garage, I followed him. We got in his car and quickly drove to my house.   We got there in about fifteen minutes. A record. I get out of the car. “That's it. I'm outta here. I'll pick you up in an hour. Might even get there a little earlier. I'll call you when I get there.” “All right. Be careful.” “Don't worry. I brought my weapon, so I can fight back. I love you.” Clay whispered that last sentence. “I love you, too.” I also whispered it. Clay leaves and I go into the house, hoping I won't be forced to choose between Clay and some girl... How wrong I was... “Mom, Dad, you wanted to see me?” I walk into the "throne" room, standing in front of my parents. “Yes. Your mom and I have been thinking about it and we've decided to marry you.” Said your father with a note of joy. “WHAT?!”