"I won't."
"Lily—"
"I spent nineteen years alone. Unwanted. Passed from home to home like a piece of furniture no one needed." She presses closer to me, and I feel my cock twitch inside her. "I don't want to wait. I don't want to waste time making sure. I want to build a life with you. A family with you. I want your baby growing inside me."
I should argue. Should be the responsible adult. Should remind her that she's nineteen and traumatized and this is all happening too fast.
Instead, I roll her onto her back, pin her beneath me, and start to harden inside her again.
"Then I'm going to fuck you again," I tell her, watching her eyes go wide. "And again. And again. Until there's so much of me inside you that there's no way it doesn't take."
She moans. Actually moans. "Yes. Please."
I start to move. Slower this time. Deeper. Savoring the way she feels around me—slick with our combined fluids, swollen from use, still so impossibly tight.
"I'm going to breed you, Lily." I thrust deep, watch her gasp. "Every day. Every night. Fill this pussy until you're dripping with me."
"Yes—"
"And when your belly starts to swell—" I groan at the image. "When everyone can see what I've done to you—I'm going to fuck you even harder. Worship that body. Make you come until you're screaming."
"Leonid—"
"Say my name." I thrust harder. "Say my name while I put a baby in you."
"Leonid—" Her pussy is fluttering around me, her body building toward something. "Leonid, please—"
"Come for me." I reach between us, find her clit. "Come while I fill you up."
My fingers work her clit while I thrust, and this time—with the direct pressure she needs—she falls apart. Her pussy clenches around me and I follow her over the edge, pumping her full for the second time, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
Afterwards, we lie tangled together, sticky and satisfied and changed forever.
"Mine," I murmur against her hair. "You're mine now, Lily. Completely."
"Yours," she agrees sleepily. "Always."
I hold her as she drifts off, my hand resting on her stomach.
Mine.
For fifty years, I've been alone. Told myself I didn't need anyone. Convinced myself that solitude was strength.
I was wrong.
This—her warmth in my arms, my cum inside her, the promise of the family we're going to build—this is what I was missing.
And I'm never letting it go.
5
Lily
Iwake to his hand between my thighs.
Not unusual—this is how most mornings start now. His fingers sliding through the mess he left there hours ago, spreading it, pushing it back inside me. He's obsessed with keeping me full of him. Won't let me shower until he's added to whatever's already there.
"Leonid." My voice is thick with sleep. "What time is it?"
