Josie’s green eyes rolled back in her head, her hips pressed back against him. She wanted his seed deep in her womb; she could feel he was close the way his member pulsed deep inside her. His lips on her flesh caused her to quiver more. “Janus,” she moaned. “No… no.” Her voice wavered as she whimpered when she felt him pull form her body and his seed spill over her. She felt the heat of her tears burn in her eyes, dropping to the mattress, she removed herself from his bed. She was disappointed in his actions. Gripping the edges of her nightgown she made her way to her own room, “I’ll see you at breakfast,” her voice was quiet.
As soon as the door to her room closed, she slid to the floor in a heap. She told him she wanted to wait, it was true but if it happened, it happened and to mark her with his seed instead of filling her womb made her feel as though he thought she was unworthy for his seed. She called for her tub to be filled and while she waited she washed up with her basin and brushed her hair, she looked worn out and didn’t need the entire staff talking about how the young maiden had given herself to her betrothed before the proper time. Slipping into her bed, she ignored the maids as they filled the tub. Once they stopped, moving about she slid into the tub of hot steaming water. It helped to relax her sore muscles and limbs, though her heart ached subtly in her chest. Her breasts bobbed on the surface of the heated water among the bubbles. Sitting back in the tub, she closed her eyes and relaxed.