Was she hurting for my cock? Did her body scream for me? It better be—she better be. Because if she were thinking of someone else, I’d force her to watch while I cut him down, one small piece at a time. And right before the light of life grew dull in his eyes, I’d fuck her over top of him so he knew that this was one woman he would never have. It would be the last thing he’d see before meeting his maker.
A light moan drew me out of my musings and forced my eyes back on her. I could walk out of this closet, hold her down, and breed her just like I wanted to. She’d scream my name as she creamed all over my dick.
She doesn’t even know your name, sobrat.
My consciousness was trying to bring logic into the most illogical place. Fuck. I’d never introduced myself to her. But she didn’t need to know my name to know that she was mine. I would claim her so deeply it would scar her. Just like my face.
A soft snore had my gaze ripping away from her snatch. Was she really asleep right now? Couldn’t she feel me in this tiny hovel, gracing her with my presence?
I should punish her.
No, it could wait. I would make her pay for all her crimes against me once she was safe within my new fortress. However, maybe a little taste to reward myself for my restraint would be in order.
After reaching into my pocket and pulling out the syringe I had intended to use in an emergency—such as being caught in her apartment, I slid open the closet door and crept toward her. In every step, I could feel my heart beating against the floor as my cock throbbed against my leg.
She twisted in her sleep, and I froze. I felt like a naughty child trying to steal the last of mybabushka’s Kartoshkacakes.
But just like when I was a kid, I always scored my treat. Today would be no different.
I took a pillow in hand and moved with speed. It was over her face, and the needle in her neck before she could fight me. She might remember this moment when she woke again, but likely not. It would be a dark flash in a fading nightmare that she would be unable to grasp with any real understanding.
Within seconds, she was out, and I removed the pillow from her face.
Like any other drug that my family produced, this one too was of the finest quality, and expensive. She was under, but not so much that she would be unresponsive to stimuli. Our formula had been perfected for no ill effects upon waking. It was meant to be used with another drug that allowed us to bring the unconscious back to consciousness easily, mostly to endure our attentions for less pleasant reasons than what I had in mind for today.
I reached out and grazed her nipples. Sloane’s mouth opened wide with a moan. So damn sensitive. I liked that. Her legs spread wider, and I couldn’t help but drop to the floor by her bedside.
Sloane didn’t move an inch.What a good girl.
I lapped between her legs, tasting her sweetness. She didn’t lie limp. No. She writhed and twisted, her fists grabbing the bed sheets as I kept up my ministrations. Harder and harder, I licked, sucked, and fingered her until she trembled beneath me.
Fuck, she was pent up.
Good. That was how it should be. No man should have laid a finger on what was mine, even if we hadn’t been together. She was for me. The universe knew it. Fate had placed me in her life for her benefit. Our time together would be short, but I would make sure she never wanted for anything. That she never ached. That she never hungered. I would show her pleasure like she’d never felt before.
With a soft moan, she climaxed, creaming onto my lips and pulsing her hips like she needed more. The sight of her was too much, and I felt a rapid rush of pleasure ripple down my spine. My dick ached.
I pulled off clothing and climbed between her legs, tilting her torso to allow my cock to enter her tight, slick pussy with relative ease. She sighed as I slowly filled her with my length until she was flushed against my groin. I smiled when she winced. My cock sometimes took a moment to get used to, especially in such a vulnerable position.
When she had relaxed, I pulled out and thrust hard. She lifted with it, her lips parting in a small cry, her chest heaving as her spine curved in. I took this moment to partake of her beautiful breasts, burying my face in their heavy fullness before repeating the cycle of slow, hard thrusts.
By the time I was spewing cum into her heat, I was sure I had battered her poor cervix opened like a force breaching a castle. But this was fitting. She should be taken this way. Hard. By force. She was a queen, after all, and only the most brutal of invaders would be able to conquer her heart. Her body was meant for men like me, formed to take men like me in deep and hard without breaking, though that did not stop men like me from trying.
When I pulled out, I took a moment to keep her legs up, giving my seed its best chance of rooting within her. But even after all that, twice climaxed in as many hours, I was rock-hard still.
Fuck.
I could not enter her pussy again—not when the ridge of my cock might draw my own semen out. During our month apart, I had done research on best fertility practices and learned that nature gave human males a coronal ridge to scrape rival sperm out of the female’s channel to be replaced with their own.
I could not work against my own interests.
Yet…I had not had enough of her.
After propping her hips up on a pillow, I left for the bathroom and returned with lubrication, then resumed my place between her legs. As much as I wished I could just return to the warmth of her core, I instead poured the slick liquid onto her ass, then used my fingers to spread the lube on and within her dark channel.
When she moaned and smiled in her sleep, I knew my queen was a little anal slut. Noted.
Keeping her pelvis tilted up like before, I slid into her back passage. She groaned and frowned as I breached the tight ring of muscle, but once seated, I waited a minute to let her body adjust to my girth. With me no longer needing to concentrate on breeding her, I took the time to really give her glorious breasts the attention they deserved.