I never thought I’d find myself in a situation like this. With my petite frame and long, raven-black hair framing my face, I always felt more delicate and ethereal than worldly. But here I was, spread out on a plush bed, my big blue eyes locked onto the intense gaze of a man who wanted to breed me.
His name was Kael, and from the moment we met, he made no secret of his intentions. The way he looked at me, with an unwavering focus that bordered on obsession, sent shivers down my spine. It was both terrifying and exhilarating.
As I lay there, awaiting his touch, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation. Kael’s eyes roamed over my body, drinking in every curve, every dip and swell. His hands, strong and calloused, gently caressed my skin, sending sparks of desire through me.
“You’re so beautiful, Rhea,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “I can’t wait to fill you with my seed, to watch your belly grow round with my child.”
I gasped at his words, a mix of nerves and excitement washing over me. No one had ever spoken to me like that before, with such raw, primal desire. It both shocked and intrigued me.
As he leaned in to capture my lips in a searing kiss, I felt my body respond instinctively. My nipples hardened against his chest, and a needy ache began to build between my thighs. Kael’s hands roamed lower, cupping and kneading my breasts before trailing down to grasp my hips.
He positioned himself between my spread legs, the thick, swollen head of his cock probing at my entrance. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the urgent need to claim me, to make me his.
With a low groan, Kael thrust forward, burying himself deep inside me. I cried out at the sudden invasion, my body stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. But as he began to move, pumping in and out of me with rhythmic intensity, I found myself lost in the sensation.
His pubic bone ground against my clit with each stroke, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. My hands gripped his broad shoulders, nails digging in as I arched to meet his every thrust.
“Fill me, Kael,” I moaned, the words tumbling from my lips unbidden. “Make me pregnant with your child.”
He answered with a feral growl, his pace increasing as he chased his release. I could feel him throbbing inside me, his cock swelling even larger as he neared climax.
With one final, powerful thrust, Kael buried himself to the hilt, his hot seed spilling deep within me. I felt it pulsing against my womb, the sheer volume of it ensuring that our encounter would have far-reaching consequences.
As we lay entwined, panting and sated, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for us. But in that moment, with Kael’s arms around me and his child growing inside, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
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