Chapter 10
ten
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Jerald
I can't stop. Four times I've emptied myself inside her tight little body, and still my cock hardens when she smiles up at me with those innocent eyes.
She should be sore, should be begging me to let her rest, but instead she's cuddled against me on the bench, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on my chest like she can't get enough either.
I've never felt this insatiable need before—this hunger that doesn't diminish with feeding but only grows sharper, more demanding.
I want to claim every inch of this museum with her, mark every exhibit with our scent, our connection.
Make her associate every display with the memory of me inside her, filling her, breeding her.
The thought of the planetarium—with its domed ceiling and artificial night sky—hits me like a lightning bolt.
Yes. I need to have her there, beneath the stars, even fake ones.
Need to see her face in that soft blue glow as I claim her again.
"Come with me," I murmur, shifting her gently from my lap. "There's somewhere else I want to take you."
"Where?" she asks, her voice soft with contentment as she tugs my shirt back down over her hips.
I could carry her—want to carry her—but I settle for taking her hand, enjoying the sight of her delicate fingers engulfed in my scarred palm. "You'll see."
She follows trustingly as I lead her through the modern wing, past the temporary exhibits, to the museum's planetarium entrance.
It's a recent addition, completed just before I started working security here—a state-of-the-art facility with reclining seats and a domed projection system that recreates the night sky with stunning accuracy.
"The planetarium?" she asks, curiosity brightening her eyes.
I nod, pushing through the doors into the darkened space. The emergency power hasn't reached here—no red warning lights, just the faintest glow from exit signs. Perfect.
I find the manual override for the projection system—another perk of helping design the security measures for this place—and flip several switches.
The dome above us slowly illuminates with thousands of pinprick stars, galaxies, and nebulae, bathing the room in soft blue-white light.
Not the full show, just the basic night sky projection that runs on minimal power.
"Oh," Tatianna breathes, her face lifting to the artificial heavens. "It's beautiful."
But I'm not looking at the stars. I'm looking at her—the way the gentle light plays across her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her jaw, the fullness of her lips, the wonder in her eyes. She's fucking magnificent.
"Come here," I say, leading her to the center of the room where the viewing is optimal. No seats here, just open floor space where educators sometimes stand during presentations. I shed my uniform pants, kicking them aside, then gently tug her down to the carpeted floor with me.
"Lie back," I instruct, helping her onto her back on the soft carpet. "Want you to see the stars."
She complies, those big trusting eyes fixed on the glowing dome above us as I position myself between her thighs, gently pushing my shirt up to expose her body. The starlight casts her skin in an ethereal glow, makes her look like some celestial being rather than the earthly treasure she is.
"Gonna breed you right here under the stars, little girl," I tell her, my voice dropping to that possessive register that makes her shiver. "Make you mine in every fucking way."
Her breath catches at my words, her legs spreading wider in invitation. She's still slick with my previous releases, her pussy pink and swollen from use. The sight makes my cock throb painfully with renewed need.
"Please," she whispers, reaching for me. "Please, Daddy."
Christ, the way she says that word now—like she was born to call me Daddy, like it's the most natural thing in the world.
I position myself at her entrance, watching her face as I push inside once more.
No matter how many times I've had her tonight, the tight clasp of her body around mine still feels like coming home.
"Look at the stars while I fill you," I command softly, beginning to move in slow, deep strokes. "Ancient people believed making love under the night sky ensured fertility. That the gods would bless the union with children."
Her eyes flutter up to the dome above us, her lips parting as I hit that spot deep inside her that makes her gasp. "The Greek goddess Hera," she whispers, academic knowledge surfacing even now, "her milk sprayed across the sky to form the Milky Way when she nursed Heracles."
The fact that she can discuss mythology while I'm buried inside her only makes me want her more—this perfect blend of innocence and intelligence, of surrender and strength. I increase my pace, driving deeper with each thrust.
"Feel how deep Daddy is?" I growl, lifting her hips slightly for a better angle. "Gonna flood you up until your tits are so swollen you can spray milk too.”
She moans in response, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I pound into her. The stars wheel above us, silent witnesses to our claiming, our joining.
"Picture it," I continue, the filthy words pouring out uncensored.
"Your belly swelling with my baby. Your tits getting fuller, more sensitive.
" I capture one nipple between my fingers, pinching lightly, drawing a gasp from her.
"Everyone who looks at you will know what I did to you. How thoroughly I bred you."
"Yes," she whimpers, her hips rising to meet my thrusts. "Yes, Daddy."
The image in my mind is so vivid—Tatianna with her belly rounded with my child, that same studious concentration on her face as she catalogs artifacts, but now with the unmistakable glow of a woman carrying life.
My life. My seed growing inside her. The thought drives me wild, makes me thrust harder, deeper.
"You'd be so fucking beautiful pregnant," I tell her, meaning every word. "Carrying my baby. Marked as mine inside and out." My hand slides to her flat stomach, spanning it completely. "Everyone would see it. Know who you belong to. Who put that baby inside you."
She arches beneath me, her body responding to the primitive images I'm painting. Her pussy clenches around me, drawing me deeper, milking my cock like it's trying to extract every drop of seed I have to give.
"Want that," she admits breathlessly, surprising me. "Want to be yours completely."
Her words push me closer to the edge. The thought of her actually carrying my child, of creating something permanent between us, something that can never be undone—it's too much. Too perfect.
"Mine," I groan, feeling my climax building rapidly. "All fucking mine. Forever."
I drive into her with renewed purpose, claiming her beneath the artificial stars just as men have claimed their women under real skies for thousands of years. The primitive ritual of possession, of breeding, transcending time and space in this moment between us.
Her orgasm takes me by surprise—her body suddenly tensing beneath me, back arching off the carpet, a cry escaping her lips that echoes through the domed space.
Her inner walls clamp down on me like a vise, triggering my own release.
I roar as I come, emptying myself inside her once more, pumping her full of my seed with such force that I see stars independent of the ones projected above us.
"That's it," I praise as I continue to thrust through my orgasm, making sure my cum gets as deep as possible. "Taking Daddy's seed so perfectly. Such a good girl."
When I finally collapse beside her, careful not to crush her with my weight, we both stare up at the glowing dome above us, breathing hard. My hand finds hers in the semi-darkness, engulfing it completely.
One night won't be enough. This connection, this claiming, can't be contained in a few hours of a power outage. I need her permanently. Need to wake up to her every morning, fill her every night, watch her body change as my seed takes root inside her.
"When the doors open," I say quietly, breaking the peaceful silence between us, "you're coming home with me."
It's not a question. Not a request. A statement of fact, of inevitability.
She turns her head to look at me, starlight reflecting in her eyes. "Yes," she agrees simply.
The single word is a promise, a surrender, an acceptance of everything I am and everything I want from her. My chest tightens with an unfamiliar emotion—something beyond lust, beyond possession. Something dangerously close to love, though it's too soon for that word.
"Forever," I add, needing her to understand the permanence I'm demanding.
She smiles, soft and certain in the starlight. "Forever, Daddy."
And beneath the artificial heavens, I make a silent vow that I will never let her go.