Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
DASH
As soon as Stefani steps through the door, I know something's wrong. I toss aside the gaming controller, forgetting all about the game I'm in, and I hurry across the room.
"Kitten?" I pull her into my arms before she can say a word. "What's wrong? What did that bastard do?"
She shakes her head, but her fingers twist into my shirt like she's holding on for dear life. Then she breaks—full, shaking sobs that tear right through me, and anger surges within. Whatever her father did, he's going to regret it.
"Hey," I murmur, softer now, trying to soothe her. "Kitten, talk to me. I can't help without knowing what he did."
After a few sniffles and some shaky breaths, she lifts her head until our eyes meet. Hers are red, swimming with despair, and the sight of it makes something inside me snap.
"What is it?" I ask, voice rougher than I intend. "You're starting to scare me."
I'm not used to dealing with females in this state. Cutter is more suited for it, but he had run a few errands, leaving it up to me to tend to our kitten in her time of need.
"My f-father…" she stutters, swallowing hard. "He's promised me to someone—in exchange for their vote."
For a second, I forget how to breathe.
"What?" The word rips out of me, disbelief and fury tangled together.
I stare at her, certain I must have misheard. Who does something like this? Who trades their own daughter like a bargaining chip?
"Mr. Mayfield will come for me the day before voting—"
"Like hell he will!" I snap, my blood burning with rage now. "Cutter and I will go to your father ourselves. We'll make it clear you're not his to give away. You belong to us now."
She shakes her head, tears streaking down her cheeks. "It won't matter, Dash. He already knows about you and Cutter. He's known from the beginning. He won't let me stay with you."
My jaw clenches so hard it aches. "He doesn't get to decide your life. Not anymore."
Her breath stutters, and she looks away, defeated. That look—that—is what finally snaps something in me.
I cup her face gently but firmly, forcing her eyes back to mine. "Listen to me. You're not going anywhere. Not with Mayfield. Not with anyone your father tries to sell you to."
"But I don't know what he'll do—"
I cut her off by crushing my mouth to hers. I don't allow her to argue any longer as I walk us to the couch. I pay no mind to her clothing as I tear her shirt down the front and remove it. I toss it to the floor before starting on her leggings.
"I don't care what he thinks he can do. You're not alone in this. Cutter and I aren't letting anyone take you."
Her lip trembles. "Dash…"
I hear her say my name multiple times against my mouth, but I don't pay any attention as I shove her onto the cushions.
I follow her down, kissing my way down her body until I come to her lady flower.
I push aside the crotch of her panties, yank on the string to her tampon to pull it out, and delve into her sweet petals.
"Daddy and I are going to fill you with our baby batter morning, noon, and night until you're knocked up." I flick my tongue through her folds. "You will not be Mayfield's whore."
His name tastes like poison.
Nathaniel Mayfield—everyone knows what kind of man he is. A wife bedridden for years, and he's spent every minute of it chasing anything that will stroke his ego—among other things. A predator wrapped in a suit.
But he will not have our kitten. Not now… not ever.
"W-what are you doing?" she pants. "You can't be serious…"
More moans slip from her lips as I use my fingers to open her up and thrust my tongue into her. I'm about to show our kitten just how serious I am.
I have her body obeying me within minutes, filling my mouth with her sweet, bloody honey. As I lap up every drop, I open my pants and pull out my cock.
"No more talking, Kitten," I say, pushing into her, grinning. "Bruder will take care of it. All you have to do is devour every drop we give you and let our seed grow inside."
I pull out, push her knees up to her chest, and slam into her messy twat. I don't let up, not even when I hear the door open and watch Cutter come in and sit across from us.
"Looks like I came home just in time," he says, smirking.
"Get yourself ready, Daddy," I grunt through clenched teeth. I continue to fuck her hard, fast, and deep. "We need to keep filling her until our soldiers conquer one of those little eggs of hers. I'll explain later."
"You don't have to tell me twice," Cutter says, standing and coming over to stroke Kitten's cheek. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Please… Daddy. I don't mind…" she's already out of her own mind as I fuck into her.
We'll make her feel good, too, but in the meantime…" I thrust in one last time and release myself, painting her insides with every seed.
She's a mess when I pull out, but that doesn't stop Cutter from using my cum and her blood to lube himself up before pounding into her. After a few minutes, he pulls out, turns her over, and tugs her ass into the air.
Kitten tries to push up onto her hands, but I press my hand down on her neck and hold her in place.
"Be a good girl and let Daddy do his duty, Kitten," I say soothingly.
We spend the next few hours doing just as I promised her.
We give Stefani everything, hoping that one of our soldiers does his due diligence.
Don't get me wrong, I know she's ragging it and most likely won't get pregnant this time around, but there's no harm in getting her used to us owning her pussy.
Will two weeks be enough time to get her pregnant? Maybe, maybe not. But I doubt we'll know for sure before that time is up. We'll still have to figure out a way to keep her out of Mayfield's grasp until we know for sure.