Chapter 9 Zakhar
Zakhar
I slide into her slowly, savoring the way her tight heat envelops me, still slick and swollen from the sex we had and the orgasm I just wrung out of her.
She's so sensitive, her walls fluttering around my cock like she's not sure if she can take more, but her body betrays her, clenching, pulling me deeper.
I groan at the sensation, the mix of our previous release making everything wetter, messier.
"Tell me to stop," I rasp again, thrusting shallowly at first, giving her an out even though I know she won't take it. My wounds protest the movement, a sharp twinge in my side, but I ignore it. Nothing matters but her, this moment, claiming her completely.
She whimpers, her hands clutching at my shoulders, nails digging in just enough to sting. "Don't... don't stop," she breathes, her voice shaky but laced with need. Her green eyes meet mine, dazed and wanting, and it hits me like a bullet, harder than the ones that put me on her doorstep.
This woman is mine. Not just for tonight, not just to heal my body.
She's the one. The Pakhan's order echoes in my head: produce an heir.
One year. I've avoided it, dismissed it as a trap, but now?
With Lily beneath me, her body yielding to mine, her strength and compassion shining through even in her exhaustion.
.. she's perfect. She'll carry my child beautifully.
Our child. The thought surges through me like fire, hardening me even more inside her and tearing a roar from my chest.
I pick up the pace, thrusting deeper, my hips snapping against hers. The bed creaks under us, the room filled with the wet sounds of our bodies joining.
"Lily," I growl, leaning down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss before pulling back to watch her face. "You're going to look so fucking beautiful swollen with my baby."
Her eyes widen, surprise flashing across her features. She gasps, her body tensing for a split second beneath me. "What... Zakhar, what are you—"
I don't let her finish, driving into her harder, angling to hit that spot she arches off the bed with a desperate whine.
"You heard me. I'm going to fill you up, put my seed deep inside you. You'll carry my heir, Lily. Our child. Imagine it—” I’m gasping out the words now, my breath ragged with exertion, “your belly round, growing with what we make tonight.
" My voice is rough, possessive, the words spilling out as the fantasy takes hold.
I've never wanted this before, never craved it, but with her, being in her, it's suddenly all I can think about.
She's stunned at first, her breath hitching, but I see the shift, the way her pupils dilate further, the flush creeping up her neck.
Surprise melts into something hotter, hungrier.
She moans, her legs wrapping around my waist, her feet digging into my ass, pulling me closer despite the sensitivity. "Zakhar... yes. I... I want that."
Her words fuel me, stoking the fire. I thrust relentlessly, my hand sliding down to press against her lower belly, right where our child will grow.
"That's right. You're perfect for this, Lily.
So strong, so beautiful. You'll be the mother of my children.
I'll breed you, fill this womb again and again until it takes.
" I punctuate each word with a deep stroke, feeling her clench around me, her body responding even as her mind can barely catch up.
She cries out, her hands roaming my back, careful of the bandages but desperate.
"Yes... put a baby in me, Zakhar." The words tumble from her lips, hesitant at first but gaining heat, like she's discovering the kink right along with me.
Her surprise has turned to eagerness, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust.
Fuck, hearing her say it undoes me. I pound into her, the base of my cock grinding against her clit with every plunge. "Say it again," I demand, my voice breaking as the pressure builds, coiling tight in my balls.
"Yes!" she screams, her back bowing, nails raking down my arms. "Yes, Zakhar—fuck a baby into me!"
That scream, full of surrender, shatters my control. I clamp my mouth onto her breast as I come undone, slamming into her one last time as my release erupts. I flood her, hot spurts of cum pulsing deep into her, filling her womb just like I promised.
It's endless, wave after wave, her pussy milking me greedily, frothing our combined release around the base of my cock where we're joined.
White cream bubbles up with each retreating thrust, slick and messy, coating us both and dripping onto the sheets.
I growl through it, holding her hips tight, making sure every drop stays where it belongs.
When the last shudder runs through me, I slow, staying buried inside her for a moment longer, feeling the aftershocks ripple through her pussy. Then, reluctantly, I pull out, watching as my cum starts to leak from her swollen entrance.
I pull a pillow from beside her head and lift her ass, tilting her pelvis.
Not willing to waste a bit, I slide two fingers inside her, pushing it back in, curling them to rub against her sensitive walls. She gasps, oversensitive but arching into my touch.
"Perfect," I murmur, my voice low and satisfied as I work my seed deeper. "Keep it all in there, Lily. Let it take root." I lean down, kissing her softly now, the intensity giving way to something tender. She's mine. Soon, she'll carry the proof.