Breeding Rapunzel (Knocking up the Princess)

Chapter 1

Sophie

Iwake up with a jolt. I heard something outside. I shouldn't have. I live on the fiftieth floor of an abandoned building. The only people that live here are junkies and rats, and even those are all on the lower floors of the skyscraper.

But there was definitely a loud thump right outside my window.

I slowly crawl out of bed and grab the baseball bat I keep in the corner of the room. My heart pounds, my mouth is dry and the air is heavy.

I can hear my breathing. And the sound of something scraping across the wood. I'm terrified.

The window is wide open. I don't remember leaving it like that. But maybe I was too tired to close it.

It was hot last night and I wanted some fresh air.

I take a few deep breaths and hold the baseball bat tight, the leather feeling soft under my sweaty palms.

I've had this thing since I was ten years old. It's seen its fair share of battles. It's my only weapon.

My only way of protecting myself.

I'm scared.

There's a shadow at the window.

A man is standing there, looking at me.

His silhouette is so broad, so tall. His head touches the ceiling, and his arms hang to the sides.

He's looking at me. I know he's looking at me.

I'm not sure whether to scream, or hit him with the baseball bat.

But before I can make up my mind, he moves.

"What do you think you're doing?"

His voice is so deep and gravely that it makes me tremble. I swallow and grip the baseball bat harder.

"You can't come in here!"

He ignores my protests. Instead, he walks into the room and looks around.

"It's not much."

"Who are you?"

"Doesn't matter," he says. "Let's go."

He holds his hand out to me.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"You're coming with me," he growls, grabbing my wrist. "Get out."

I can't believe he's taking me. Me.

He drags me to the window, but I struggle and try to break free from his grip.

"Help! Help!"

"Quiet, woman!"

He puts a finger to my lips.

"We're going," he whispers. "It's for your own good."

"No!"

He lifts me off the ground.

I drop the bat and kick, trying to get him off of me.

"Let me go, asshole! You're not taking me!"

"Shut up," he snarls, his eyes darkening. "Now."

"What are you gonna do?"

He's not letting go.

"You won't like it," he whispers.

I look into his eyes.

There's a dangerous glint.

"I'll fight," I hiss. "And if you try anything funny, I'll cut off your dick."

"No need for that," he laughs. "But you can ride it."

I can't believe this guy. Is he a pervert?

"No, I won't."

"I'm just taking you out," he says. "And then we'll see."

"See what?"

He shrugs and picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

"Hey!"

I kick him in the chest.

"Fuck!"

"Let go, you bastard!"

"Stop!"

I feel a sharp pain in my neck.

Everything goes black.

When I wake up, I'm tied up to a chair, and the gorgeous bastard is sitting in front of me, stroking his sexy stubble.

"Where am I?"

"In your room, sleepyhead."

"Untie me," I hiss.

He grins.

"No."

I glare at him, wanting to kill him, but mostly trying to ignore the wetness spreading between my legs.

"Who are you?"

He leans closer and kisses my cheek.

"Doesn't matter," he mutters. "What's your name?"

"Doesn't matter."

His fingers curl around my jaw.

"What's your name, princess?"

"Go fuck yourself."

He smirks. "Let's try this again. I have a way to get you out of here. Reunite you with your real family."

"My mother brings me food," I hiss. "She says I have to stay hidden because I'm in danger."

"She's lying to you!" His fist cracks the wall behind me. "You have a father. And mother."

I stare at him, my heart racing.

"Liar!"

He gets up and walks over to the window.

"You're in danger, princess. You can't stay here anymore. I'm taking you with me."

"I'm not leaving."

"Yes, you are."

He kneels down and starts to untie the ropes.

"What are you doing?"

"Tying you to the bed instead," he mutters. "There's only one way out of here."

"Stop it," I demand. "My mother will kill you!"

"No doubt that liar would, too," the stranger grunts as he works on his own complicated knots. "You'll thank me later."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

I wriggle, trying to loosen the ropes, but they won't budge.

"Stop moving, princess."

He looks at me, his eyes filled with lust.

"Let me go," I whisper. "Please."

"No," he mutters, and his gaze trails over my body.

I blush and bite my lip, looking away.

"Don't you want to get out of here?"

I nod despite myself.

"Good," he growls. "Your so-called mother is planning your wedding to some prick who will not treat you well. He's a wife beater."

"She wouldn't do that," I whisper, but even I don't fully believe it.

"The only way out," the man mutters, tipping my chin back with his thumb. "Is for me to ruin your reputation, and take you far, far away. That way, nobody can touch you."

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"You can't ruin my reputation."

"I'll take you somewhere they'll never find you. Nobody will hurt you again."

"I'm not going with you!"

He grins, his eyes lighting up.

"Oh yes, princess," he murmurs. "You are."

"No."

"Yes," he says, and leans forward, his lips inches away from mine. "You will."

He kisses me.

He tastes like cinnamon, and he smells like pine trees.

My heart skips a beat, and my skin feels hot.

His hands are gentle, yet firm.

His breath is sweet, and his voice is soothing.

I can't believe I'm actually kissing him.

"Stop," I whisper.

He pulls back and stares at me.

"Never."

"I'm not yours," I protest, blushing furiously.

"You're mine, and I'll prove it."

He presses his mouth against mine and kisses me hard.

I moan into his mouth, my pussy throbbing and my nipples hard.

He breaks the kiss and stares at me.

"Are you still refusing me?"

"Yes."

"Then you'll be ruined against your will, princess," he says, his fingers trailing over my bare legs. "And I'll take you with me."

He lifts up my skirt and strokes my panties.

"I'm not yours," I repeat. "Let me go."

"You're lying," he says. "You want this."

He strokes my pussy through the thin cotton fabric, and I gasp.

"You're dripping, princess," he growls. "You're soaked. You want me."

"Stop it."

"You want me," he repeats, stroking my pussy, his fingers slipping into the waistband of my panties.

"I won't go with you," I breathe, closing my eyes, unable to fight the sensation.

"You will."

He kisses me again, his tongue exploring my mouth.

"Let me go," I beg.

"Never," he whispers, his hand cupping my pussy. "I'm going to make you mine."

I bite his lip, and he lets out a low moan.

"You're such a bad girl," he breathes, his hand working between my legs, rubbing my clit, teasing me, and making me lose control.

I whimper and arch my back, trying to push him away.

He groans and keeps kissing me, his fingers sliding inside of me, filling me up.

"You're so wet," he growls, his thumb rubbing my clit. "You want me."

I cry out as his fingers enter me, his thumb circling my clit.

"You're going to cum for me," he murmurs.

"No," I whimper.

He keeps stroking me, and I moan, bucking my hips, pushing his hand away.

"Fuck," he mutters, pulling his hand up. I blush even more when I see it's covered in blood, hiding my face in a pillow.

"You really were a virgin," he smirks, licking his fingers clean.

"Let me go," I sob.

"No," he grins. "You're mine."

"Please."

He shakes his head and pushes my skirt up.

"Open your legs."

"I won't."

"Open your fucking legs, princess."

I close my eyes and open them slowly, spreading my legs for him.

"Such a good girl."

He strokes my inner thighs, his fingers tracing the curve of my legs.

"Now," he whispers, leaning forward and kissing my neck. "Do as I say."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to breed you."

I frown.

"What do you mean, breed me?"

"I'm going to put a baby in your belly, princess."

I laugh. "How is that possible?"

"Don't worry about it."

He strokes my belly.

"This will make you mine forever."

"But we're not married," I protest, blushing, feeling so silly.

"I'll marry you," he murmurs.

"You will not," I huff, shaking my head.

"Yes, I will," he chuckles. "Now, relax, princess."

He slides his hand down and presses two fingers against my entrance.

"Let's start with the easy part," he grins. "Practice. You can't get pregnant from your first time, after all. Not even if I pump you full four, five times... As long as it's all in one go."

I stare at him, not sure what to think.

"I can't..."

"Sure you can," he laughs. "Just let me do it, princess."

He leans forward and kisses me, his tongue invading my mouth.

"Fuck," he moans, pressing his fingers inside me.

I cry out, the sudden intrusion stretching me.

"Don't fight it," he mutters.

"Hurts," I whimper.

"It'll feel good," he murmurs, thrusting his fingers inside of me. "I promise."

I groan and bite his lower lip.

"Good girl," he chuckles, pressing his fingers deeper.

I moan and arch my back, unable to stop him.

"You're going to like this," he says, pumping his fingers in and out of me. "You're going to love it."

I whimper and shake my head, trying to push him away, but his arms are too strong.

"I can't," I gasp, my entire body tensing.

"Relax," he mutters, rubbing his fingers against my inner walls.

"No," I whine.

"Let me take care of you, princess."

His mouth devours mine and I gasp when he pulls his fingers out. It was just starting to feel good. Fuck, maybe I do want more.

"You ready for my dick?" he asks, his voice husky.

"I'm not," I breathe, but the way he's looking at me makes me think I'm lying.

He takes off his shirt, and his muscles bulge.

His abs ripple, his biceps flex, and his pecs tighten.

I bite my lip and stare at him.

"Don't look at me like that, princess."

"I'm not a princess," I hiss.

"Not yet," he grins, reaching for his zipper. "But you will be."

He takes off his pants, and his erection springs free.

"What is that?"

"This," he says, grinning and wrapping his fingers around his huge cock, stroking it slowly. "Is going to breed you."

"It won't fit," I protest, trembling as he strokes himself, his eyes darkening.

"Oh, it'll fit," he growls. "I'll force it to fit."

He straddles me, his hard cock pressed against my bare pussy.

"You're gonna scream for me," he growls, leaning down and kissing my neck. "You're going to be sore."

"No," I moan, and arch my back, desperate to have him inside of me.

"Yes, princess."

He lines up his cock and teases my opening with the head.

"Stop," I beg, even though I don't mean it.

"You want it," he growls.

"I can't," I plead. "Please!"

"What are you so worried about?" he asks, his hips slowly starting to thrust that monster cock deeper into me, making me see stars. "Doesn't it feel good?"

I half nod, half shake my head. Good, it feels amazing. This man whose name I don't know is right. It feels good, so good.

"Remember," he says, tapping my nose. "As many times, as fast as I can. And you won't have a baby."

He starts pumping harder, and I believe him even though something tells me he's lying about this. But all I can think about is his thick, white cum filling my insides.

"Fuck," he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head as his big cock pistons into me. "So fucking tight."

"Oh god," I moan, my body on fire.

"I'm not god, princess," he mutters, his fingers digging into my hips as he rams his cock into me. "I'm your fucking king."

He fucks me so hard, so deep, and I can't stop myself from coming, screaming as I spasm on his dick.

"Good girl," he moans, his eyes glazed. "Now it's my turn."

"I can't," I whimper. "I'm so tired."

"One more," he groans, his muscles tightening. "We need to make sure I come as much as I want, too. I have to be selfish tonight, I'm sorry."

"Please," I beg, wanting him to stop.

"Take it, princess," he snarls, slamming his dick into me.

I can't move, and I can't breathe. It feels too good as another orgasm crashes over my body when I feel his thick baby batter shooting inside of me, filling me to the brim.

"Oh fuck," he groans, his voice shaking.

"Did it work?" I ask, biting my lip.

"It worked," he smirks, not pulling out of me. "But you can take more of my cock, can't you, princess?"

I blush, not saying anything, and he thrusts his cock into me.

"Oh, please, no!"

"Oh yes," he laughs, fucking me hard and deep, his cum leaking out of me, mixing with my juices.

"No!"

He slaps my ass, making me scream.

"Fuck, you're a screamer."

"No, please," I whimper. "Don't stop."

He grabs my chin and looks into my eyes.

"I can't stop now," he growls. "My baby has to be in you."

"Your baby?" I whisper, my heart pounding.

"Yup," he grunts, slamming his cock deep inside of me.

"I thought I couldn't from my first-"

"Maybe I lied," he mutters distractedly as he spills another load inside me. This time I really feel it. His veins throbbing and then thick ropes of potent baby juice spurting into my womb.

"You're a jerk," I whimper, my legs wrapped around him, keeping him inside of me.

"It'll be fine," he growls.

"How will it be fine?"

"Because we'll never have to worry about money again," he grins. "Now, how about round three? I'm still so fucking horny."

"Please," I moan, my entire body aching, but in a good way. "You've lied to me! You took advantage and made me horny and now you think I'll give you more?"

"Oh yes, you will," he laughs. "That tight cunt is mine now. I deflowered you, so you belong to me. Now spread those legs and let's try and make another baby."

He kisses me and starts pounding me hard and deep, my pussy gushing juices.

"Yes," I moan, feeling another orgasm build inside of me. "Yes!"

"That's right, princess," he groans. "Take it. Take all my fucking cum."

His cock is so big and fat, I can't resist.

"You're going to have a baby," he whispers. "I'm going to empty my balls into your freshly broken pussy so many times, your tummy is going to swell."

"No!"

"Yes," he snarls, pumping another load into me, his cum dripping out of my pussy and covering the sheets.

"It's okay," he whispers, stroking my hair. "You can sleep now."

I'm exhausted, but I can't stop thinking about his huge cock, and how he used my body to breed me.

"Don't leave," I mumble.

"I'll be here when you wake up, princess," he smiles, and I feel him untying the ropes that bind me to the bed. My shaky hands reach down, messing in the pool of his cum spilling out of me. Absentmindedly, I start pushing all of it back into my pussy, massaging it into my clit.

His eyes darken as he nears me. "What are you doing?"

"It's spilling out," I whisper.

"That's not where you're supposed to put it," he says gently, taking my hands in his. "Scoop it up, and push it in, deep as you can go. The deeper you smear it into your kitty, the bigger the chance I'll have a baby growing in your womb soon."

"Yes," I moan.

He pulls me up and kisses me deeply, his tongue invading my mouth.

"Sleep, princess," he whispers.

"What's your name?" I mumble.

"Finn," he whispers. "I'm your Finn. And your name is Sophie."

I'm too tired to ask how he knows that. "Sleep with me, Finn."

"Always."

Finn wraps his strong arms around me and I fall asleep, thinking about him breeding me and filling me up with his seed. I dream about tasting it, about him fucking my face and covering me in it. I dream about him forcing it into me and making me suck on his balls.

And I dream about him fucking me every night, for the rest of my life.

Finn, I'm going to have your baby.

I want your baby.

Breed me, please.