Down To The Day

AFF STORY CODES/CONTENT WARNINGS: Complete, M/F, OC, Oneshot, Other (interracial)

STORYLINE CODE: D (set in the D Is For Damien storyline)

TAKES PLACE DURING (specific story): NA

PAIRING: Luther Broderick/Selena (M/F)

EXPLANATION: Just a smutty little piece to explain Selena's pregnancy by Scorpio high priest Luther Broderick. For their other scenes, see "Power Play," "Strange Diversions," and "Selena's Acceptance." Oh yeah, the unnamed guy she's talking to is some doctor who works for Scorpio or whatever, blah.

PERSONAL DISCLAIMERS: No date is given for the conception of the baby because this detail has not been figured out yet. I hate leaving a stupid blank like that, but I'd actually do it more often if I could; they did such things in Victorian-era writing all the time from what I've seen! ("'Twas in the year 18__, I recall..."--jazz like that.) Also, the proper chronological order of the scenes is most likely "Selena's Acceptance," "Down To The Day," "Power Play," and "Strange Diversions."

This scene is from circa 2003, so some details and the writing style may be out of date.

Selena looked at him closely. "So you can tell me when my baby was conceived?"

He nodded. "Probably right down to the day."

"When would it have been?" She was curious.

He glanced at the calendar and the birth records he'd filled in. "I'd say...around May ___."

She remembered that day. As incredible as it was, she remembered. It had been just after a large ceremony, and Luther had had her called to his room. She'd known that he'd be ready to couple with her; it was what he usually called her for, and she knew the kinds of feelings an important ceremony could bring up. She'd felt them too.

They'd already made love before then, several times; yet this night it was as if both of them had sensed something different, a slight excitement that was greater than usual. She'd entered his room; he'd taken her hand and led her directly to the wall, pressing her against it. She'd stood still while he pulled up her robe and removed her underwear, unzipping and pulling down his own pants. She knew that he hadn't taken them off, had only let them fall to his knees; his husky breathing had been enough to prove how ready and impatient he was. He'd parted her buttocks, felt for her opening, and thrust himself in.

She'd nearly broken her fingernails gouging them into the wall as Luther pushed into her, his hips rotating. He said nothing but his breath hissed in his throat and his fingers clutched her own hips tightly. She felt his skin press warm against her, over and over; she shivered and imagined the two of them as animals rutting in the woods. But only briefly. Knowing that the high priest himself was making love to her was aphrodisiac enough.

He thrust hard, insistent, pushing her hips to the wall. She gasped. He still didn't speak but pressed his face close to her neck as he moved. His rapid breaths warmed her; a slight grunt that he let out sent shivers through her body. She found that she'd liked it.

"Come on," she'd whispered softly, tilting back her head. "Make noises for me."

He grunted again, forcefully. Again she gasped and arched. His fingers sank into her skin; soon, the faster he moved, the noisier the two of them became, she gasping and crying out, he panting, groaning, and growling, letting out thick, guttural grunts with each thrust, sounds which quickly became more desperate.

He hadn't finished with her at the wall. Still inside her, he'd moved to the altar and pressed her over it, his hips quivering against her. She took it as a sign now; it must have been because they'd moved to the altar to finish the act that she'd conceived for him. They were like two animals now, his motions pushing her into the stone almost jerkily. He thrust into her quicker, quicker, his breath hard, his bare legs pressing on hers; his thighs squeezed her tightly as he came, letting out a sharp noise and clutching her breasts, still under the robe. She'd gasped and arched, baring her back. Yes, she'd had the feeling that there was something special about the warm flow of his seed this time, something different from before. She should have known that was the time. It still made her hot thinking about it.