I lose my fucking mind.
I'm fucking her so hard the bed frame groans. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise. Words are pouring out of me—filthy, possessive,feral—and I can't stop them.
"Going to fill this pussy every day. Going to keep you pregnant. Swollen with my baby." I thrust deeper, harder. "You're going to look so beautiful,solnyshko. So round. So full of me."
"Yes—yes—"
"Going to breed you until you can't remember what it felt like to be empty." I'm close. So fucking close. "This pussy belongs to me now. Made to take my cock. Made to carry my children."
"Yours," she sobs. "I'm yours—please—"
"I'm going to come inside you." The words are ripped from somewhere primal. "Going to fill you so deep. And you're going to take every drop like a good girl."
"I want it—I want—"
"Beg me." I don't know where this is coming from. Don't recognize myself. "Beg me to breed you."
"Please." Tears are streaming down her face—pleasure tears, overwhelmed tears. "Please, Leonid, please give me your baby, please breed me, I need it, I need you,please—"
I come so hard I black out.
My cock pulses inside her, flooding her with cum, and I'm still thrusting—can't stop thrusting—pumping her full while she screams beneath me. I can feel myself filling her, feel the hot rush of it, and some feral part of my brain is chantingbreed her, breed her, fill her up, make her yours.
It goes on forever. My cock jerking inside her, emptying everything I have. By the time I'm finished, we're both shaking, both crying, both utterly destroyed.
I collapse beside her, pull her into my arms. We're still connected—I can't bring myself to pull out—and I can feel my cum leaking around my cock, making a mess of us both.
I should be horrified by what just happened. By the things I said. By the way I lost control.
Instead, I feel... complete.
"Leonid?" Her voice is small. Uncertain.
"Yes,solnyshko?"
"Did you mean it?" She tilts her head up to look at me. "The things you said?"
I should lie. Should tell her it was just dirty talk, heat of the moment, nothing serious.
But I've never lied to her. I'm not going to start now.
"Yes." I stroke her hair, press a kiss to her forehead. "Every word."
"You want to..." She swallows. "Get me pregnant?"
"I want to see you round with my child. I want to fill you every night until it takes. I want to give you the family you've always wanted." I meet her eyes, let her see everything. "I want to breed you, Lily. I know it's crazy. I know we've only known each other for—"
"I want that too."
I go still. "What?"
"I want your baby." Her hand comes up to touch my face. "I've always wanted a family. Someone who wanted to keep me. And you—" Her voice breaks. "You chose me. You're the first person who's ever chosen me."
"I'll choose you every day for the rest of my life."
She's crying again. Happy tears this time. I kiss them away, then kiss her lips, then her forehead, then her nose.
"We should wait," I make myself say. "Make sure this is what you really want. You're young. You might change your—"
