Epilogue
Sophie
8 months later
It's our wedding night and I am nine months pregnant. After a long day and even longer ceremony, I'm finally alone with Finn, and there's nothing to interrupt us this time.
"Are you happy, princess?"
"Yes," I whisper, my eyes finding his.
"Good," he says, his voice low.
"Good," I agree. "Because I have something for you."
"Oh, yeah?"
I pull something from the closet. It's a long black box with a big pink bow. Finn unwraps it and grins at me when he sees what my gift to him is.
"Your old baseball bat?"
"You're going to need it," I smile. "To fight all those little boys that are gonna be crushing on our gorgeous daughters."
"You're right," he chuckles, his eyes darkening. "I'm gonna have to make sure they know you're mine."
"Yours," I hiss, leaning against the wall.
He growls and steps closer, pressing his body against mine. His hand curls into my hair and pulls my head back.
"You're mine," he hisses.
"Always," I gasp.
"I'm going to fucking breed you again," he growls.
"Did you forget I'm pregnant?" I giggle.
"Not for long," he says, touching his finger to my nose. "Remember what the doctor said?"
"That we'll have to induce the labor soon," I mutter.
"Or we can try to do it the old-fashioned way."
"Which is?"
"Fill your little cunt up with cum until you pop."
I giggle and shake my head.
"Who else could do that for you, darling?" he hisses, his voice dropping. "Only me."
"I know, baby," I whisper.
"Good." He growls and grabs my hair again, pulling me into a hot, demanding kiss. I moan against his lips and wrap my arms around him, holding him close.
"I can't get enough of you, Sophie," he whispers.
"I can't get enough of you," I gasp, kissing him back. "I love you, Finn."
"I love you too," he murmurs.
"I can't wait to have our baby girls," I sigh, leaning against him.
"Me neither, princess."
"And our next batch of triplets."
"Triplets?"
"Yeah," I smirk. "With the way you fuck me, we might get more..."
He groans and lowers himself on top of me as he gently lays me on the bed. He tugs on my wedding dress.
"I want to rip this thing to pieces," he mutters.
"Go ahead," I hiss. "It's only fabric."
"That's exactly what it is," he grunts, ripping it off me.
"You're so sexy when you're this possessive," I giggle.
"Shut up, princess," he mutters. "This is your last warning."
"What are you going to do about it, baby?" I tease, poking his chest.
"I'm going to give you something to really scream about," he growls, his fingers finding their way into my slick folds. "Now let's get these babies to come out. I want to be a Daddy, and I want to get you pregnant again soon."
I whimper and let out a little sigh. "Oh, Finn," I hiss.
He leans down, his lips capturing mine. "You're mine," he hisses against my mouth. "Mine forever."
"I know, Finn," I whisper, and then I kiss him, knowing I'll never leave him, never betray him, and never be taken away from him again.
Whatever the cost, I'm his for life. My parents have accepted him now, and Finn and I will always be together. No matter what happens.
Finn's mouth devours me, his hand still working between my legs, and the pleasure is already too much for me.
"I love you, Finn," I hiss, as his thumb slides against my clit and my body shudders.
"I love you too, Sophie," he grunts. "Always and forever."
Suddenly there's a splash and I yelp, pulling my legs up.
"Is that what I..." I whisper.
Finn's eyes meet mine. "It is."
It takes three hours of pushing. Three hours for three healthy little girls, screaming and crying and wailing.
"I don't know how I did it," I pant, falling back against the bed.
"You did great," Finn says, kissing me.
"Three babies."
"They're perfect," Finn says. "Just like their mother."
I look at our little babies and feel a wave of emotion.
"I can't believe they're ours," I whisper.
"I'm the luckiest man in the world," Finn says, smiling.
"You're a very, very lucky man," I smile, turning my eyes to him.
"I think we need another baby," Finn hisses, his fingers stroking my inner thigh.
"Already?"
"I'm not done with you, princess."
"No," I whisper.
"We can have boys next," Finn says.
"Yeah, I'm not sure I can handle another set of triplets."
"Let's aim for twins this time," Finn smirks.
"You're insane," I giggle.
"Only about you," he whispers, kissing me.
"Fine," I smile. "As long as I have you."
"You'll always have me, princess."
"Promise?"
"I promise, darling," Finn growls. "For life."
"I can see the way you're looking at me," I moan, looking around to ensure we're alone. "We can't do that for a while."
"You're right, we can't," he growls, his hands sliding under my hospital gown.
"Finn," I moan. "We have to wait."
"You're telling me not to touch you, but your pussy is so wet."
"We just had triplets, Finn," I groan, my body shaking as his fingers start to stroke me.
"I know." He pulls back and I want to cry and pout. "Doctor's orders. You'll just have to swallow my cum until your pussy is ready to be bred again."
"That's so dirty," I hiss.
"It's filthy," he says, his hands going to his belt.
"Wait," I whisper, licking my lips. "Can I watch you this time?"
"You're asking me to stroke myself?"
"I want to see you do it."
"You want to see me get off?"
"Please," I whisper.
He sits down next to me and opens his fly.
"You're a fucking naughty girl, Sophie."
"I know," I say, watching as his cock springs free.
"Look at you, my pretty wife," he says, his hand wrapping around his length. "Look at your fucking pussy."
"Please," I moan.
"Look at how wet you are. Look at how hard your nipples are."
"Please, Finn."
"Open your legs," he growls. "Wider."
I do as he says, watching as he strokes his thick, heavy shaft.
"Touch your pussy, princess," he growls.
"I'm sore," I whimper.
"Suck them," he hisses.
"My tits?"
"I know you love the way they taste," he hisses.
I blush and bring my nipple to my lips, sucking softly.
"Good girl," he hisses. "Suck them nice and hard."
"Finn," I whimper, my body trembling.
"Don't stop, princess," he hisses, stroking his cock faster. I can tell he's about to burst, and I look around, pulling a cup of tea up to his cock just in time for him to spill his load over the rim into the milky warm liquid.
"There's plenty more where that came from," he growls.
"Finn, it's dirty."
"Good, because I want to watch you drink it," he hisses.
My pussy quivers at his demand. He's so fucking delicious when he's like this.
"I have to... drink it," I whisper.
"Yes," he says, his hand gripping my hair.
I bring the warm tea to my lips and gulp it down, feeling his cum sliding down my throat.
"Good girl," he hisses. "Drink every last drop."
"Yes, Finn," I gasp, drinking the rest.
"Good," he hisses, kissing me hard.
"Finn," I whimper, and I'm suddenly coming, my pussy exploding with desire and need.
"Good girl," he hisses.
"Finn, oh god, Finn," I gasp, shuddering against him.
"My wife is so fucking filthy," he snarls. "If only everyone could see you now. Maybe next time, I'll make sure they watch..."