Chapter 12 Sophia
Sophia
The moment I touched his bare skin, the pressure inside of me began to subside, but then it immediately came back. That’s when I knew there was no escaping this. I had to ride it out. Go all the way through it and pray I’d make it through the other side.
By the time he collapses over me, my body spent in ways I’ve never experienced, I finally feel it ebb away, almost entirely.
I never intentionally stayed a virgin. With everything that was happening with my father, no one wanted to be matched with me. No one had ever expressed attraction to me before. I figured I was too plain or boring, and it never bothered me. Until Yury.
I’d never felt that overwhelming sensation of needing something before. Not knowing what that something was, was frustrating to the point of madness. Like my body knew what it needed but couldn’t tell me. It was foreign and otherworldly.
Now all I can think about is doing this again and again until I die from the pleasure of it all.
“I need more,” I say when I’ve caught my breath.
“Angelu,” Yury says with a light laugh. “You need to rest, to recover. Your first time tears you apart and I couldn’t be gentle. You need to heal.”
He stands and disappears through a door I hadn’t even noticed earlier, returning with a warm wash cloth. He parts my legs and gently dabs.
“There is blood,” he says. “See?” He lifts the wash cloth and I see the evidence of my virginity no longer being intact smeared lightly over it.
“You don’t understand,” I complain. “There’s something inside me, Yury. It feels like it’s going to consume me.”
He chuckles. “That’s arousal, and I’m flattered.”
“You said you would breed me,” I argue, lifting myself up on to my elbows, challenging him with a lift of my eyebrow.
“Careful, Angelu,” he warns. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“Then tell me.”
I can feel the defiance warring with arousal. But none of it matters. All that matters to me in this exact moment is being utterly destroyed by him. Then rebuilt in a shape that can handle the pressure of the need beating through me.
“I want a legacy. A dynasty. I want you so full of my cum that you’re always pregnant.
Always bearing my children. I want to fuck you until you beg me to stop because you can’t handle any more of my cock or my cum.
I want you to scream my name until you lose your voice.
Don’t think I don’t want it because I’m showing care, Angelu.
” His voice is gravel and his words travel straight to my core.
“I’m ready for it,” I say, reaching for him and bringing his mouth to mine. “I’m ready for all of it.”
He pulls me over him while we kiss, shifting so he is beneath me. His hands find my hips and squeeze.
“Sit on my face,” he commands and I do as I’m told, walking my knees up either side of his body until I’m hovering over his mouth. His hands come to my breasts, kneading lightly before pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry out.
When his tongue probes into my channel, I moan. My hips rock, slowly at first, then faster, demanding more from him. He meets my demands with his mouth, working me relentlessly until I’m crashing over the crest of another orgasm, coming undone in shivery bursts above his face.
When the last aftershock subsides, I look down at him, push my hand through his hair.
“You think your words scare me,” I say, my voice thick with satisfaction. “But you just feed this need inside me I never knew was there. It wasn’t there. At least not before you.”
His eyes change, and he grabs my hips and lifts me from him, placing me exactly where he wants me. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulders, and pushes inside me with such force I feel like I’ve been torn in two.
“You play a dangerous game, Angelu,” he grunts as he fucks me, his cock getting impossibly bigger with each thrust. The stretch is sharp and stinging, but the way it feels to be so full makes my eyes roll back in my head.
“I’ll fuck you raw, until you can’t walk, until you’re so full of my cum it drips from you permanently. You’ll smell like me, you’ll carry me, you’ll forever be mine.”
His jaw tightens as he nears his release.
“I want it,” I counter. “I want to be so full of you that everyone knows who I belong to.”
He lifts my other leg over his shoulder and my mind explodes. He is so impossibly deep inside me that I lose all sense of where I am, who I am, what I am.
“...Going to breed you full…” his voice is far away and surrounding me all at once as my body begins to convulse beneath him.
“...make you so round with my babies then fuck another one into you…” My mouth is slack now, my eyes glazed, the orgasm is long and slow and drawn out.
“...you will come on my cock every day for the rest of our lives…”
The sound that leaves me doesn’t sound all that human, but I don’t care. He pulls my thighs closer to him as he rears back and empties himself inside me again, panting with each throb of his solid cock.
When it ends, he gently slides my legs from each of his shoulders and leans over me, his cock still twitching inside of me.
“Now we will stay here like this until my cock softens. You will keep it warm and you will stay plugged so it can take. Do you understand.”
I nod, pushing my hand through his hair and pulling him to me once more.
His cock throbs again and he groans. “Say it. Say you’re mine, say that you understand.”
I whimper as he throbs again in my tender pussy. “I’m yours,” I manage. “I understand.”
Yury stays over me like that, kissing me, until his cock finally slips from my pussy, completely spent.
“Thank you,” I say and he laughs.
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Because you gave me exactly what I needed. It all felt too much, too heavy, and you helped ease it.”
He raises an eyebrow. “There’s not a man on this planet who wouldn’t have helped you with that.”
“Maybe, but no man has ever made me feel it before.”