“Oh, God, Elliot. What’s gotten into you tonight?” she moaned, holding my shoulders while her hips lifted off the bed.
“You, my love. You drive me crazy,” I said, gripping her legs and pinning them to the bed.
That’s it. There is no escape. Breed that pussy. Fuck her so hard that she can't walk. Fuck her so deep that your seed finds her ripe egg.
The voice continued to goad me.
“My dirty little wife. I've barely touched you and you're dripping for me,” I said looking at her delicious pink cunt.
“Stop teasing me,” she said, kissing my chest, neck and jaw, nipping it with her sharp little teeth.
“My little whore. I know what you want,” I whispered in her ear as I guided my cock to her slippery entrance. Her eyes closed and she clung to my neck.
“Yes, fuck me, Elliot,” she moaned. “Yessss.”
I punched forward, smothering her scream, hooking her legs with my arms. Her eyes flew open, but I was ready, looking into them. My cock was surrounded by her soft wet tissue. I fucked her brutally shoving through her tight tissue as she clenched around me. Her broken cries of pleasure flooded the room.
I waited until she was about to cum and pulled out to flip her onto her belly, ignoring her wails. She scrambled onto her hands and knees, but I pushed her face into the pillows. I fed her my cock again, watching her claw the pillows. My hands gripped her ass cheeks so hard that I knew my marks would be on her tomorrow.
The thought of seeing her pregnant again made me insane. This is how I wanted to breed her like a wolf—a beast. I stared at the space between us. Her pussy obscenely stretched out around my cock and I thrust in and out of her, slapping my body hard against hers as I increased the pace.
Her muffled curses and moans only made me harder. When she came, her entire body tensed up before her series of cries filled our bedroom. My wet balls continued to slap against her as I approached the home run. Sweat dripped down my body, and every neuron fired up inside of me as I used my wife hard and fast through her orgasm.
My balls ached like never before and I slammed against her sweet ass gripping her hips to hold them. My cock jerked and twitched as it spat my cum inside of her. I felt it in my bones as my cum continued to douse her cervix. She would give me more. Charlotte would give me everything I lost and more.
I lay on top of her, flattening her to the bed as I continued to rock my cock inside her pushing my cum higher.
“I don't know what got into you, but I loved it,” Charlotte mumbled.
I smiled into her citrus-scented hair. “The way you sucked out my cum in the car last week drove me wild. It was playing on my mind. My filthy wife. I’m a lucky man.”
She giggled beneath me.
“My sweet, beautiful Charlotte. I love you both so much.”
“I love you, too, Elliot,” she said, turning toward me.
I kissed her lips, pushing my cock deep inside her while curling my fingers around her soft belly. My clueless Charlotte.
In nine months, Elias would have a sibling.
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I sat in the dark with my glass of scotch, staring at the bottom of the stairs through the doorway. By the time I reached the hospital, he was dead. The coroner ruled it an accident, but Julia eventually broke down after the funeral and told me she pushed him. It began with pinches, slaps and descended into murder.
My world collapsed, and my mind fractured, but the voice came to my aid. I held the woman who murdered my son, comforting her just as the voice told me. I remained hot and cold, keeping her on edge for months. She was jealous of how much Elias loved me, but I avenged Elias’s cruel death and lived with the daily guilt of how I failed him.
Julia sobbed as I packed her bag for the third grief group that week.‘Please,’she begged. I tucked Elias’s onesie into her handbag. “Tell them exactly how he screamed.”
The coroner called it‘suicide’. But I knew—it was surrender. She finally understood: some sins demand eternal penance.
I picked up my phone and switched between the cameras in the nursery to the bedroom, smiling at their innocent sleeping faces.
We did it.
The voice purred, and I laughed because I had it all.
The Werewolf’s Moon-Cycle
