A vial of the very same oil that helped Viola get pregnant, Raven had kept it with him for months at this point–he wasn't sure why, but now with Rose down on her knees and applying it across his dick, he felt that it was the best use of it at that moment. His fae blood was like a poison–killing anything and everything it created life with lest the bond was made compatible. Without it, perhaps Liliyana was the only one and Will-O by extension who could give a natural birth to his children, but for the rest, they required a little biological synchronization.
Stroking her soon-to-be husband's cock, Rose planted a kiss on his tip before moving backwards on the bed. Taking off her panties in haste, she threw them to the wall at the edge of her bed. They dragged down wet and slimy, all that waiting had her soaking with expectation, with her very womb quivering.
