Twilight bled through the frost-laced panes, casting the bedroom in muted silver as the gale continued its merciless siege. Natalia lay sprawled across the disheveled linens, her body still humming from the marathon of ecstasy that had consumed the daylight hours. Ethan hovered above her, his powerful frame glistening with perspiration, that colossal rod pulsing with renewed vigor against her thigh. Their gazes locked, heavy with unspoken truths.
She traced a fingertip along his jaw, voice barely above a whisper. "I stopped taking the pill months ago. After everything went back to normal… I just… let it happen. No protection. Nothing."
The confession hung in the air like a spark to dry tinder.
Ethan's pupils dilated, a feral gleam igniting in their depths. A low, primal rumble escaped his throat. "You're telling me right now that this cunt is completely unprotected?" His massive palm slid possessively over her flat belly, fingers splaying wide. "That I could pump you full and actually knock you up?"
Natalia's breath stuttered. Heat flooded her core at the raw danger in his tone. "Yes," she admitted, hips lifting instinctively. "Breed me, Ethan. Fill your stepmother's womb until it overflows. Make me swell with your child if the storm allows it."
He snapped.
With a growl that vibrated through her bones, Ethan seized her thighs and folded her in half beneath him—mating press, merciless and deep. Her knees pressed to her shoulders, ankles locked behind his neck as he aligned the blunt crown of his throbbing length and slammed home in one devastating plunge. The new angle buried him to the absolute root, the swollen tip kissing her cervix with every savage thrust.
"Take it," he snarled, hips pistoning like a machine. "Every fucking drop. I'm going to flood this fertile little womb until you're leaking for days." Each word punctuated by the wet, obscene slap of flesh meeting flesh, his heavy sac smacking against her upturned backside.
Natalia's cries fractured into screams of pure bliss. "Yes—breed me—put your baby in me—oh God, I feel you so deep!" Her walls fluttered wildly around the invading girth, milking him with desperate contractions. The pressure built like a tidal wave, her untouched pearl throbbing in rhythm with his relentless pounding.
He drove harder, sweat dripping from his brow onto her heaving breasts. "Gonna knock you up, Natalia. Gonna watch your belly grow with my seed while you choke on this cock every morning." The filthy promise shattered her completely. Her release erupted in a violent gush—clear fluid spraying around his buried shaft, soaking his abdomen and the sheets beneath them while she convulsed and wailed beneath him.
Ethan roared, burying himself to the hilt and unleashing the first torrent. Thick, scalding jets erupted directly against her cervix, pulse after potent pulse painting her inner walls white. The sheer volume overflowed instantly, creamy rivulets escaping around his base and trickling down to pool beneath her.
But he didn't withdraw. He simply shifted his weight and kept thrusting through the mess, churning their combined essence into a slick, frothy froth.
"Again," he demanded, voice hoarse with obsession. "You're taking another load right now."
Round four followed without mercy—same folded position, same brutal depth, same primal need. Natalia's second climax hit while he was still erupting, her body quaking and squirting anew as fresh ropes flooded her already saturated depths. The excess spilled in warm, sticky streams down her cleft, marking the sheets and her skin with undeniable evidence of their taboo union.
Only when the final spasm faded did Ethan collapse over her, still lodged deep, his chest heaving against hers. His lips brushed her ear, breath hot and possessive.
"The roads might clear tomorrow… but you're not leaving this bed until I'm certain every inch of you belongs to me."
End of Chapter 9
The breeding has begun in earnest. No protection. No escape. Only surrender.