She plays along to buy time

Part of Lux feels as if she’s going insane. This situation is dangerous is so many different ways, and anything she does right now seems likely to make it even more so. She can’t, surely, go along with what Radan is saying? But what other option does she have?

All I need to do is act as if I want to fuck him. Just like I was…acting as if I wanted to fuck Olan…

Still wearing his evil grin, Radan begins to move as if to look back over his shoulder. Panic grips Lux. She has to get his attention now.

“Yes,” she says. “Yes! All right. Yes. Anything. Please.”

That gets his attention. He leans in closer. “Yes what? Say it.”

Lux takes an unsteady breath. “I – I’ll have your baby. Please.” She looks pleadingly into his eyes. “Make me pregnant. I’m begging you.”

Radan’s face lights up with lust and anticipation. Eagerly, he pulls his breeches halfway down before hoisting up the oversized shirt that is all that covers Lux. She gasps as he lifts her up by her waist, bracing her against the cold stone wall.

She can’t suppress a small, shrill cry as she feels him move against her entrance. He places one hand over her mouth.

“Better keep quiet,” he murmurs, “don’t need an audience.”

From head to toe Lux is trembling with – fear? Anger? Lust? All of them at once, as she feels Radan slowly enter her. It’s just a ploy to buy time, she tells herself, but she knows she’s lost all control of this situation. She begged him to get her pregnant!

In a haze of half-panic she watches over Radan’s shoulder. Olan is still doing something and the other two don’t seem to have noticed. With a metallic whine, a large hemispherical device suspended from the ceiling begins to move and tilt, angling itself down towards the throne, towards Atara. Is that Rina’s invention – the thing that will –

She lets out another muffled yelp as Radan thrusts deep into her, breaking her concentration. There is no way this should feel good, and yet – it does. In an entirely different way from what happened with Olan earlier, but still. Her train of thought slips. She has to be ready, whenever her chance arrives…