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Damian never quite believed in luck. He always thought that it was hard work that always paid off, luck did nothing. But after graduating from Eden Academy and offered to marry Anya Forger— the girl of his dreams, the woman he loved so much. He felt like he should start believing in luck now.
Eighteen years together and he never told her about how he felt. Damian always sat in the back seat, looking at her as she made an absolute fool out of herself on a daily basis. He watched her gain all those Stella stars like him, watched her get tonitrus bolts till only one stood between her and her ultimate expulsion. Watched as she grew into a fine lady with thick thighs, her flat chest growing out till those globes of flesh jiggled with each sprint she made down the corridors.
Sure, he was a bit horny during their last years together. He had daydreamed about her a few times, thinking about how nice it would be to have her then and there— against his own desk as she mewled and squealed with each thrust he gave into her.
She would always look at him whenever he had those wild fantasies, bringing them to a quick halt as a blush adorned her face and she scrunched her nose up a little.
It was so cute. Damian’s mind would melt.
But even during the graduation ceremony, he didn’t confess to her. Even after his father was jailed and Demetrius took his place, the verge of war still threatening their peace as he finally left Eden, he didn’t utter a word to her.
Taking his place in politics as a helping hand to his brother, Damian busied himself with work. There would be times he would think about a certain pink haired girl, making his heartbeat faster. He would wonder what she was doing, what she was upto, but he couldn’t just connect with her. Not with a commoner like her.
His name would be tarnished. Damian Desmond philandering with a peasant girl— he would do it.
So he began his search, thinking about confessing his feelings and finally getting the heavy burden off his heart. But he never found her. It was as if the Forgers had disappeared in thin air.
With a heavy heart, Damian buried himself in work even more. His friends took pity on him and took him to places they thought were “fun”. The fun being nightclubs of course.
Even there Damian singled out a woman with pink hair, short and fluffy, her seafoam eyes bright (but not as sparkling as Anya’s). If his friends noticed it, they didn’t say anything. Damian let her pull him into a dark room, whispering sweet nothings and straddling him before he fucked up into her.
He had heard that sex was supposed to be exciting and heavenly. But he felt quite near to nothing and once they had left, he was mad at himself over a lot of things. One for letting Ewin and Emile drag him into this. Two for not confessing his feelings to Anya Forger during the graduation ceremony.
So Damian remained in this bitter anger state for the next three years.
That is until his ideas of politics collided with his brother’s. Damian did not want war. He was tired and he wanted peace. So he began searching for the options that would help him achieve his goal.
And that’s how he was accepted into a secret organization called W.I.S.E. “A politician like you ,” the handler had said as she adjusted her top hat. “Would help us stop the war for good.”
Then she had told him that marriage was what was going to save them from the war. Damian nearly fell off his seat. Albeit a bit reluctantly, he gave in to the thought.
And that’s when the handler told him who he will be marrying. An agent of W.I.S.E. The woman trained under their most experienced agent Twilight.
She was called Agent Starlight.
Damian snorted at the name. Quite a cute, flashy name. He’d prefer something more modest for himself though, something that demanded respect and showed integrity.
Although the moment he had walked into the meeting hall to meet his soon-to-be fake wife, he froze.
Anya Forger.
She was beautiful as ever. Anya had grown even more for the past few years, slim and pretty. Dressed in a nice black dress and her hair pinned back by golden needles. She was absolutely gorgeous.
It took them awhile to catch up, with Damian panicking and so stupidly in love with her like he had been before, and Anya explaining and laughing about everything. She was even teasing him, calling him “Syon boy” and how they were “fated” to be like this.
It was only when they sat down together, all alone when Anya disclosed her secret to him. She told him that she could read minds— and Damian, well, Damian stared at her for a couple of minutes before he slowly opened his mouth: “So back in Eden… you knew what I was thinking the entire time?”
Anya seemed to understand what he was saying for her face flushed and she refused to meet her gaze. She laughed, twiddling with her thumbs. “Yeah, Anya could see everything.”
The fact that she had used the word “ see” made Damian screech violently in his head. He had had so many wet dreams about her, thought about pinning her to the lockers with his cock buried deep in her cunt, her lips moaning his name till she was nothing but a trembling mess.
The raging hormones he had as a teenager— all those sexual fantasies. Anya had seen them all.
He remembered her flushed face, her eyes staring at him. Damian wanted to bury himself alive.
“It’s okay!” Anya said suddenly. “A lot of people think about stuff like that in that age, Syon boy. You don’t have to panic.”
Damian buried his warm face in his hands. “Kill me now.” He muttered.
As Anya consoled him, they both finally got ready to actually get married. It was all for world peace.
The marriage was a success. They were officially married and Anya had moved into his manor, something that she wished for so long when they were kids. They had went on a quick honeymoon, acting like a real couple and Damian, well, Damian had his thoughts around something else entirely.
Apparently, they had received a list of tasks they had to perform in this sham marriage. Official tasks actually. Things that would make them look like a real couple.
There were easy things like booking a certain room during their honeymoon, taking pictures at specific sites, feeding each other certain foods. It was a list that they checked off. However on that list was something that had really grabbed Damian’s attention.
Have a biological child.
He had read it once, read it twice. The words scorched into his brain and all his teenage fantasies had come flooding back.
And it wasn’t like it was his fault, no. It was the stupid shrimp’s fault whom he had married. Apparently, Anya had got a bit more bold after graduation. Or whether it was after their marriage. He didn’t know.
She would wear such thin nightgowns, sparkling under the bedroom lights and leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her pink nipples clearly visible under it as well as the swell of her ass as she would sit down on their shared bed and brush her pink hair.
Several times at night, she would roll over and cling to Damian who would detach her before making multiple rounds to the bathroom.
Then there were the times at the beach. A tiny green bikini she had gotten from who knows where, it would leave her tits hanging almost out in the open. Her ass would ripple as she bounced around in the sea waves.
Damian was so glad he had his sunglasses because he just couldn’t stop staring at the way her breasts floated up in the water. He didn’t know if she was reading his thoughts or not, though she would glance at him with a blush on her face. But she never brought it up or even bothered to cover up around him.
It egged Damian to go on even more. It even excited him. Knowing that his fake wife knew he was thinking about mounting her in the middle of the beach, her back against the sheets, her small bikini top snapped away as his balls slapped relatedly against her ass. Her shapely breasts bouncing with each thrust.
Not only that, the fact that they had to have an actual child messed with his mind even more.
“Syon boy?”
Damian sipped his hot coffee. He was sitting in the enormous living room of his manor, having a cup of hot coffee with his paperwork strewn on the table.
Anya had walked into the room, her face looking a little red. He immediately sat up. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked worriedly. If she was sick, he could carry her to the bedroom and call the doctor immediately.
Anya shook her head. She walked closer and stood by the couch as she clasped her hands together.
As usual, Damian’s eyes raked over her fine body. He still couldn’t believe a tiny pipsqueak had grown up into such a beautiful woman.
She was wearing another one of her pretty attires. A deep orange sweater that clung tightly to her heavenly curves. Her breasts pushed out as sweater meat in the cashmere fabric, standing out proudly against her chest. It was like they were beckoning him to come over and feel them up.
They would be so soft, filling his hands and he would squeeze them, hearing Anya moan. Then there were her long legs, her round ass in those tight black leggings.
On top of it all, the sweater was backless. It showed off her entire bareback. Even the dimples above her ass. Damian had sworn he had seen her thong a few times when Anya had bent down to grab something.
Anya was wearing her hair in a high ponytail. He wanted to kiss her nape so badly as he imagined her bent over their couch, gasping his name as he felt her tits up and down through that sweater, his clothed hard on pressed between her thighs. Rubbing right against her cameltoe.
Anya cleared her throat loudly. It brought Damian back to reality and he stared at her.
“I feel fine,” Anya twiddled with her thumbs. Her face flushed even a darker shade of red. “I… I actually just had a talk with the handler about our current mission…”
She quickly stopped and looked around in case there were any servants around. Damian waved his hand. “It’s okay. They’re all at their quarters. I told them I wanted to be alone with my wife.”
Anya nodded. “So you see um… um…”
“It’s alright. Take your time, Anya.” Damian said as he took the coffee flask and began pouring her a mug of coffee too. “You should drink this, it'll help you calm down.”
Anya took a deep breath, her entire face red as she shook her fists vigorously.
“They-They want us to start trying for the baby now!“
The coffee fell on Damian’s hand and burnt his skin as he whipped his head at her.
Damian Desmond never really believed in luck. But after getting married to such a cute and sexy wife who was also his childhood crush, and the fact how he was going to have her filled with his seed soon, he couldn’t help but thank his lucky stars for it.