Elliot
Days turned into weeks, and I practically moved in with her. It began with leaving my toothbrush and a change of clothes for work. Charlotte insisted, of course. My gullible little lamb. But all my planning worked because every night I whispered to my son. Every morning, I kissed her belly.
His nursery was littered with tiny cameras. I wouldn't miss a thing this time. This time, my son would live.
The day came for him to be reborn. Dr Mathers was on duty, and I knew she was diligent, but I watched everyone while soothing Charlotte’s fears. It took time for her labour to begin as they induced her.
I’d prepared her for the long event, and after the first day, her ripe cervix opened the gateway to my son’s arrival. I kissed her hot, damp forehead, helped her sip water, supported her change of position and whispered sweet words of encouragement to her.
When Elias was crowned, and I saw his dark hair, tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them away, patiently waiting for my salvation.
The voice was silent. We both knew Elias’s return marked a new beginning—a chance to live again, to smile again—not the false ones from the last four years, but real ones.
Her scream echoed, his cries followed and I slit the umbilical cord with a vengeance.
I impatiently waited for him to be wiped down and held my son.
A carbon copy of Elias. When his eyes opened for a second, they flashed as they had on the ultrasound.
I kissed his forehead, my stubble making him squall before grudgingly passing him to Charlotte.
She cooed and whispered to ‘Ellis’ while I assessed how tired she was, so I could snatch him away again.
The staff finished up, and Charlotte was transferred to a private room I’d insisted upon.
I allowed them to bond and watched attentively as my son struggled to latch on before he fed hungrily.
His mother wept in relief, whispering sweet nothings to him while I watched.
When exhaustion took hold, I kissed her and told her to sleep. I would rub his back and ensure he burped out any excess gas. His body never touched the hospital’s plastic crib. My son’s tiny body remained in my hands, and while she slept, I planned the final phase to reclaim my son.
The numb hollow ache was gone. I sat awake all night, moving only to change and feed ‘Ellis’. When Charlotte was awake, I would visit the bathroom or grab a quick snack. Each time I rushed back, she was in a blissful state.
Time moved quickly, too quickly, but the day came when his eyes emerged. The faint heterochromia yellow ring around his blue eyes was another tool I used on Charlotte when I showed her a picture of Elias’s eyes. She became a believer in fate and worshipped us like we were a new religion.
I rewarded her with a diamond and an orgasm, but I eyed her empty belly with contempt. My son wouldn't be alone this time.
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Charlotte held my hand as we drove to her father’s house.
I’d suggested we surprise her parents with our happy news, but I wanted to stick it to the old hag.
I knew by spying on Chloe’s social media accounts that they were getting their bathroom refurbished and had temporarily moved in with the simp and the snake.
Ellis snoozed in the back since we timed the drive to his nap time.
Within two months, she moved into my house and we got married.
The only thing left was her signature on the adoption papers.
“How would you feel if I adopted Ellis?”
“Why not? You already do more than a biological father would.” Her hand squeezed mine. “I can't believe you took a leave of absence to spend time with us.”
I glanced at her, but she was serious.
Was it this easy?
“I love you,” I blurted out, deciding to reward her egg with my sperm during her next ovulation.
Her hand left mine and she rested her hand on my dick, curling her fingers around my balls. “I would suck you dry right now if it was safe.”
With tinted windows and a rest stop coming up. I put my foot down, glancing at Elias, who was fast asleep.
My son chose the perfect vessel.
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With Ellis in the carrier and the nappy bag on my shoulder, I followed my wife’s fine ass down the garden path. The doorbell chimed, and the snake opened the door. Her vicious eyes looked at all of us and homed in on the black carrier, but my son was facing me.
“Charlotte, what a wonderful surprise,” she lied with a fake smile and opened the door. “Come in, come in.”
I hadn't stepped through the door when the interview began, but I kept my answers short and curt.
The father appeared, and his gaze softened when he saw Charlotte, but the viper screeched.
“You got married. Your ring—”
Charlotte lifted her head and stared at her father. “I didn't think any of you would have time to attend. Just like all the other times in my life.”
The father’s face fell, and the snake smiled before the false platitudes began. I allowed Charlotte to take the lead. We weren't here for long, and we had a trip to her mother’s grave mapped out. I itched to remove my son from this toxic environment.
The stepmother kept looking at him and me, noting the similarities while I smiled. The father looked proud while he held his grandson, only for Chloe to barge in with her wailing daughter. Before the drama began, I plucked Ellis from his grandfather and left the house.
I heard the screams, taunts and accusations, but I’d trained Charlotte how to remain calm.
Her replies were short and curt. Elias enjoyed the colourful flowers in the garden, oblivious to the den of vipers.
This was the final snip, cutting ties with her family to complete my ownership and her isolation.
Her sole focus and energy should remain on my son.
Charlotte stepped outside, and the sun shone its rays on her as she took a deep breath with a smile on her face.
She walked towards us with love brimming in her eyes and joy in her smile.
“Daddy fixed everything,” I whispered to Elias.
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The empty pills she took to save her womb from me were fake. The injections of vitamins and fertility drugs in her ass weren't. Elias was fed and down for the night, but Daddy’s night was only beginning.
The door shut behind me, and like a wolf, I eyed my lamb up. She was applying fresh organic cotton pads to her nipples, only the best for my wife and child. My shorts hit the floor while my cock stood tall.
“I’ll take care of those for you.” I prowled to the bed.
Breed her. The next one will be a princess. Your princess.
The voice said, making me pause since I hadn't heard it since Elias was born. Charlotte placed the pads on her nightstand and licked her lips when she saw me naked.
You have three days. Nail her. Empty every drop inside her. She will never leave you.
The voice spoke the truth.
I pulled the covers off Charlotte and deposited her in the middle of the bed, slipping her vest off, ignoring the cotton pads falling out.
My mouth latched onto the bountiful breasts that nourished my son.
Her fingers roved around in my hair but I sucked harder, spreading her thighs and rubbing my hard length over her warm cotton shorts.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard that you scream,” I said, moving my lips to her neck.
The scent of citrus and begonia made me leak over the soft cotton. I ground myself hard against her cunt until she moaned and pulled at my hair.
The breeding bitch is hot for it. Give it to her. NOW.
The voice screamed, and I yanked her shorts down, flinging them in the air.
“Oh, God, Elliot. What’s gotten into you tonight?” she moaned, holding my shoulders while her hips lifted off the bed.
“You, my love. You drive me crazy,” I said, gripping her legs and pinning them to the bed.
That’s it. There is no escape. Breed that pussy. Fuck her so hard that she can't walk. Fuck her so deep that your seed finds her ripe egg.
The voice continued to goad me.
“My dirty little wife. I've barely touched you and you're dripping for me,” I said looking at her delicious pink cunt.
“Stop teasing me,” she said, kissing my chest, neck and jaw, nipping it with her sharp little teeth.
“My little whore. I know what you want,” I whispered in her ear as I guided my cock to her slippery entrance. Her eyes closed and she clung to my neck.
“Yes, fuck me, Elliot,” she moaned. “Yessss.”
I punched forward, smothering her scream, hooking her legs with my arms. Her eyes flew open, but I was ready, looking into them.
My cock was surrounded by her soft wet tissue.
I fucked her brutally shoving through her tight tissue as she clenched around me.
Her broken cries of pleasure flooded the room.
I waited until she was about to cum and pulled out to flip her onto her belly, ignoring her wails.
She scrambled onto her hands and knees, but I pushed her face into the pillows.
I fed her my cock again, watching her claw the pillows.
My hands gripped her ass cheeks so hard that I knew my marks would be on her tomorrow.
The thought of seeing her pregnant again made me insane. This is how I wanted to breed her like a wolf—a beast. I stared at the space between us. Her pussy obscenely stretched out around my cock and I thrust in and out of her, slapping my body hard against hers as I increased the pace.
Her muffled curses and moans only made me harder.
When she came, her entire body tensed up before her series of cries filled our bedroom.
My wet balls continued to slap against her as I approached the home run.
Sweat dripped down my body, and every neuron fired up inside of me as I used my wife hard and fast through her orgasm.
My balls ached like never before and I slammed against her sweet ass gripping her hips to hold them.
My cock jerked and twitched as it spat my cum inside of her.
I felt it in my bones as my cum continued to douse her cervix.
She would give me more. Charlotte would give me everything I lost and more.
I lay on top of her, flattening her to the bed as I continued to rock my cock inside her pushing my cum higher.
“I don't know what got into you, but I loved it,” Charlotte mumbled.
I smiled into her citrus-scented hair. “The way you sucked out my cum in the car last week drove me wild. It was playing on my mind. My filthy wife. I’m a lucky man.”
She giggled beneath me.
“My sweet, beautiful Charlotte. I love you both so much.”
“I love you, too, Elliot,” she said, turning toward me.
I kissed her lips, pushing my cock deep inside her while curling my fingers around her soft belly. My clueless Charlotte.
In nine months, Elias would have a sibling.
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I sat in the dark with my glass of scotch, staring at the bottom of the stairs through the doorway.
By the time I reached the hospital, he was dead.
The coroner ruled it an accident, but Julia eventually broke down after the funeral and told me she pushed him.
It began with pinches, slaps and descended into murder.
My world collapsed, and my mind fractured, but the voice came to my aid.
I held the woman who murdered my son, comforting her just as the voice told me.
I remained hot and cold, keeping her on edge for months.
She was jealous of how much Elias loved me, but I avenged Elias’s cruel death and lived with the daily guilt of how I failed him.
Julia sobbed as I packed her bag for the third grief group that week. ‘Please,’ she begged. I tucked Elias’s onesie into her handbag. “Tell them exactly how he screamed.”
The coroner called it ‘suicide’. But I knew—it was surrender. She finally understood: some sins demand eternal penance.
I picked up my phone and switched between the cameras in the nursery to the bedroom, smiling at their innocent sleeping faces.
We did it.
The voice purred, and I laughed because I had it all.