Her eyes snap open, meeting mine, and she moans around me, the vibration nearly undoing me. She pulls off with a wet pop, her hand still pumping me as she gasps for air.
"What is it about that?" she asks, her voice breathy, curious, her cheeks flushed. "Breeding me. What turns you on so much about it?"
I groan, my fingers tightening in her hair. She's stroking me faster now, twisting her wrist at the base, and it's torture. Sweet, agonizing torture.
"Everything," I grit out from between clenched teeth. "The thought of filling you up, watching my cum take root. Your body changing, your tits getting fuller, leaking, your belly swelling with my child. Proof that you're mine, completely. Irrevocably."
She licks the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around it like she's tasting every word.
"Tell me more," she whispers, her free hand sliding up my thigh, cupping my balls gently, rolling them in her palm. "Why does it make you... like this?"
"Fuck, Lily." My control is fraying. She's pushing me, teasing me with her questions, her mouth hovering just over me, hot breath making me twitch. "Because it's primal. Claiming you from the inside out. Knowing no one else will ever have you like that. You'll carry my heir, grow round and beautiful with what I put in you. And every time I look at you, I'll remember pumping you full, breeding you until it sticks. Then I’ll do it again, and again, and again."
Her eyes darken, pupils blown wide with lust. She takes me back into her mouth, sucking harder now, faster, like my wordslit a fire in her. I thrust shallowly, fucking her face as she moans around me, the sounds wet and obscene. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up tight. I'm close, too close.
"Enough," I growl, pulling her off me before I explode down her throat. She whimpers in protest, but I haul her up, walking until her back hits the bedroom wall. Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively as I pin her there, my cock pressing against her soaked panties under her leggings. I yank them apart at the seam, tear her underwear apart just enough to expose her glistening pussy.
"Zakhar—" she yelps, but I cut her off with my mouth, kissing her hard, tasting myself on her tongue. My hands grip her ass, lifting her higher as I line myself up.
"You want to know what turns me on?" I rasp against her lips, thrusting into her in one deep stroke. She's so wet, so ready, she takes me easily, her walls clenching like a vice. "This. Burying myself in you, feeling you dripping for me. Knowing one day soon, I'll fuck you until you're pregnant. I'll fill this tight little pussy every night, every morning, until my cum takes."
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I pound into her, the wall rattling with each thrust. Her head falls back, exposing her throat, and I bite down gently, marking her. "Yes, Zakhar, yes. Breed me."
Her words snap something in me. I fuck her harder, rabid now, the need to claim her overwhelming everything else.
"Take it," I growl, my hips snapping forward relentlessly. "Take every drop. I'm going to pump you so full, you'll feel me leaking out of you for days. And when you're pregnant, I'll still fuck you like this, watch your tits bounce while I remind you who put that baby in you."
Her breaths are sobbing gasps now, her body shuddering around me, her pussy fluttering as she comes undone. "Do it, Zakhar, please come in me. Make me yours."
That's all it takes. I bury myself deep, roaring as I erupt, flooding her with hot ropes of cum. It feels endless, my cock pulsing inside her, marking her, breeding her. She milks me dry, her walls squeezing every last drop, and I hold her there, pinned against the wall, our bodies slick with sweat.
But I'm not done. Not even close.
Still buried inside her, I carry her to the bed, only sliding from to lay her down on her stomach. I move her slightly, so she is bent over, knees spread apart on the floor, that perfect cunt on display just for me. My cum starts to drip from her swollen entrance, so I slide two fingers inside her, plugging her, pushing it back in deep.
"Keep it in," I murmur, twisting my fingers, feeling her clench around them. "Don't waste a drop."
She's melted already, face pressed into the sheets, body limp and pliant. But I want more, I want her utterly wrecked. I spread her cheeks with my free hand, leaning down to trace my tongue along the cleft of her ass. She gasps, tensing at first, but I soothe her with a kiss to her lower back. "Relax, Lily. Let me worship all of you."
My tongue circles her tight hole, teasing, then pressing flat against it. She moans, low and broken, her hips lifting instinctively. I eat her out like I'm starving, licking and sucking, my fingers still working her pussy, curling to hit that spot that makes her tremble while my thumb teases her clit. Her ass is perfect, soft, untouched, and the thought of being the first to claim her here, even just with my mouth, drives me wild.
"Zakhar, oh God, that's, " Her words dissolve into whimpers as I thrust my tongue inside her, fucking her ass with it while my fingers pump her full of our mixed release. She's shaking now, her body surrendering to the ecstasy. I press down harder on her clit, and she comes again with a shattered cry, her ass clenching around my tongue, her juices soaking my hand.
I don't stop until she's boneless, quivering, and utterly spent. Only then do I pull back, gathering her into my arms on the bed. She's mine, body, soul, and soon, she will have our child growing inside her. And I'll spend every day reminding her just how perfect she is for me.
Epilogue
Six months later
Lily
The bakery looks different in the winter morning light.
I stand across the street, one hand resting on my rounded belly, watching through the large front windows as the new manager, Mariska, a woman Zakhar found who actually knows how to run a profitable bakery, serves a steady stream of customers.
The place is packed with people waiting in line for fresh bread, pastries and coffee. The display cases are full but constantly being restocked. The register keeps ringing.
It's everything I wanted it to be and could never make it.
