Chapter 4 Leonid
Leonid
She tastes like heaven on my tongue.
I kiss her deeper, letting her experience herself on my lips, and she whimpers into my mouth.
So innocent. So fucking responsive. My cock is pressed against her thigh, hard enough to hurt, and every instinct in my body is screaming at me to take her.
Claim her. Bury myself inside her and never come out.
Slow down. She's a virgin. You'll hurt her.
I pull back just enough to look at her face. Flushed. Dazed. Her green eyes are glazed from the orgasm I just pulled out of her, and her lips are swollen from my kisses. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And she's about to be mine. Completely.
"Leonid..." Her voice is wrecked. Barely a whisper. "I want..."
"I know what you want." I brush the hair from her face, trying to gentle myself. Trying to remember that she's nineteen and untouched and I need to be careful. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." No hesitation. Her hand comes up, touches my jaw. "I want you to be my first. My only."
My only.
Something primal roars in my chest. The possessiveness I've been fighting for days—weeks—crashes through me like a tidal wave.
"Once I'm inside you, there's no going back." I need her to understand. Need her to know what she's agreeing to. "You'll be mine, Lily. Completely. Forever."
"I'm already yours."
My control fractures.
I position myself between her thighs, my cock notching against her entrance. She's wet—God, she's so wet from coming on my tongue—but she's also impossibly tight. I can feel her clenching around nothing, her body instinctively preparing for something it's never experienced.
"Look at me," I command. "Eyes on me."
She obeys. Those green eyes lock onto mine, wide and trusting and terrified and wanting.
I push forward.
Just the head. Just enough to breach her entrance.
She gasps, her whole body tensing. Her hands fly to my shoulders, nails digging in.
"Breathe," I grit out, holding myself still when every cell in my body is demanding I slam forward and bury myself to the hilt. "Breathe, solnyshko. That's it."
"It's—it's big—"
"I know. You're doing so well. Taking me so well." I lean down, press my forehead to hers. "Relax for me. Let me in."
I feel her consciously try to loosen, try to open for me. Her inner walls flutter around the head of my cock and I nearly lose my fucking mind.
Don't thrust. Don't move. Let her adjust.
I've never had to fight this hard for control in my life. Fifty years of discipline, and this nineteen-year-old girl is shredding it to pieces.
"More," she whispers. "I can take more."
I push deeper. An inch. Two. Her breath catches on a sob.
"Does it hurt?" I force myself to ask.
"Yes. But—" She shifts her hips, pulls me deeper, and we both moan. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Don't stop.
I push again. Slowly. Relentlessly. Feeding her my cock inch by torturous inch while she writhes beneath me.
She's so tight—impossibly tight—her body resisting the intrusion even as she begs for more.
I keep pushing, stretching her open, until I'm halfway inside the tightest, hottest, most perfect pussy I've ever felt.
She cries out. Pain and pressure and too much, too fast. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes.
I hold still, buried halfway inside her, and it takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to move.
"I've got you." I kiss away her tears, stroke her hair. "The worst part is over. Just breathe. Let your body adjust."
"It's so much." She's shaking. "You're so big. I feel so full."
"You're not even taking all of me yet."
Her eyes widen. "There's more?"
A rough laugh escapes me. "There's more."
I give her another inch. She whimpers.
Another inch. Her nails score down my back.
And then I'm fully seated, my cock buried to the root, my balls pressed against her ass. I'm inside her. Completely. Her virgin pussy stretched around me like a fist.
Mine. She's mine. Finally fucking MINE.
"Leonid..." Her voice is strained. "I need—I don't know what I need—"
"I do."
I start to move.
Slowly at first. Long, careful strokes, pulling out until just the head remains and then sinking back in. She's so tight it's almost painful, her inner walls gripping me like they never want to let go.
They won't. She's mine now. Forever.
"Oh—oh God—" Her hips start moving with me, meeting my thrusts. The pain on her face is fading, replaced by something else. Wonder. Pleasure. Need. "That feels—"
"Good?" I thrust deeper, harder. "Tell me how it feels."
"Good. So good. I didn't know—" She gasps as I hit something deep inside her. "I didn't know it could feel like this—"
"This is just the beginning."
I fuck her harder. Deeper. My control is slipping, the beast inside me clawing to get out. I want to ruin her. Want to pound into her until she screams, until she can't walk, until she's so full of my cum she can taste it.
Slow down. Be gentle. She's—
"Harder," she moans. "Please, Leonid, harder—"
The beast wins.
I grab her hips and start fucking her like I mean it. Long, deep, punishing strokes that drive the air from her lungs. The headboard slams against the wall. Her tits bounce with every thrust. She's crying out with each stroke—pleasure sounds now, not pain—and the sound goes straight to my cock.
"Mine," I growl, not even recognizing my own voice. "This pussy is mine. Say it."
"Yours—"
"Again."
"I'm yours, Leonid, I'm—oh God—"
She's overwhelmed, gasping, her nails raking down my back. Not coming—not yet—but lost in the sensation of being filled, being claimed, being taken.
And it destroys what's left of my control.
I keep fucking her, chasing my release, and that's when it happens. That's when the words I've been holding back—the dark, possessive, wrong words—come spilling out.
"So tight," I groan, slamming into her. "So fucking perfect. Going to fill you up—going to put a baby in you—"
I freeze.
What the fuck did I just say?
Horror floods through me. I start to pull back, to apologize, to explain that I didn't mean—
But her hips chase mine. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper.
"Don't stop," she gasps. "Please—don't stop—"
"Lily, I didn't mean—"
"I want that." Her eyes find mine, blazing with something I've never seen before. "I want your baby. I want you to—" She blushes furiously but doesn't look away. "I want you to breed me."
Breed me.
Something snaps inside my chest. Something I didn't even know was caged.
"Say it again." My voice is unrecognizable. Animal.
"Breed me." She pulls me closer, deeper. "Put a baby in me. Please, Leonid, I want—I want to be full of you—"
I lose my fucking mind.
I'm fucking her so hard the bed frame groans. My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise. Words are pouring out of me—filthy, possessive, feral—and I can't stop them.
"Going to fill this pussy every day. Going to keep you pregnant. Swollen with my baby." I thrust deeper, harder. "You're going to look so beautiful, solnyshko. So round. So full of me."
"Yes—yes—"
"Going to breed you until you can't remember what it felt like to be empty." I'm close. So fucking close. "This pussy belongs to me now. Made to take my cock. Made to carry my children."
"Yours," she sobs. "I'm yours—please—"
"I'm going to come inside you." The words are ripped from somewhere primal. "Going to fill you so deep. And you're going to take every drop like a good girl."
"I want it—I want—"
"Beg me." I don't know where this is coming from. Don't recognize myself. "Beg me to breed you."
"Please." Tears are streaming down her face—pleasure tears, overwhelmed tears. "Please, Leonid, please give me your baby, please breed me, I need it, I need you, please—"
I come so hard I black out.
My cock pulses inside her, flooding her with cum, and I'm still thrusting—can't stop thrusting—pumping her full while she screams beneath me. I can feel myself filling her, feel the hot rush of it, and some feral part of my brain is chanting breed her, breed her, fill her up, make her yours.
It goes on forever. My cock jerking inside her, emptying everything I have. By the time I'm finished, we're both shaking, both crying, both utterly destroyed.
I collapse beside her, pull her into my arms. We're still connected—I can't bring myself to pull out—and I can feel my cum leaking around my cock, making a mess of us both.
I should be horrified by what just happened. By the things I said. By the way I lost control.
Instead, I feel... complete.
"Leonid?" Her voice is small. Uncertain.
"Yes, solnyshko?"
"Did you mean it?" She tilts her head up to look at me. "The things you said?"
I should lie. Should tell her it was just dirty talk, heat of the moment, nothing serious.
But I've never lied to her. I'm not going to start now.
"Yes." I stroke her hair, press a kiss to her forehead. "Every word."
"You want to..." She swallows. "Get me pregnant?"
"I want to see you round with my child. I want to fill you every night until it takes. I want to give you the family you've always wanted." I meet her eyes, let her see everything. "I want to breed you, Lily. I know it's crazy. I know we've only known each other for—"
"I want that too."
I go still. "What?"
"I want your baby." Her hand comes up to touch my face. "I've always wanted a family. Someone who wanted to keep me. And you—" Her voice breaks. "You chose me. You're the first person who's ever chosen me."
"I'll choose you every day for the rest of my life."
She's crying again. Happy tears this time. I kiss them away, then kiss her lips, then her forehead, then her nose.
"We should wait," I make myself say. "Make sure this is what you really want. You're young. You might change your—"
"I won't."
"Lily—"
"I spent nineteen years alone. Unwanted.
Passed from home to home like a piece of furniture no one needed.
" She presses closer to me, and I feel my cock twitch inside her.
"I don't want to wait. I don't want to waste time making sure.
I want to build a life with you. A family with you. I want your baby growing inside me."
I should argue. Should be the responsible adult. Should remind her that she's nineteen and traumatized and this is all happening too fast.
Instead, I roll her onto her back, pin her beneath me, and start to harden inside her again.
"Then I'm going to fuck you again," I tell her, watching her eyes go wide. "And again. And again. Until there's so much of me inside you that there's no way it doesn't take."
She moans. Actually moans. "Yes. Please."
I start to move. Slower this time. Deeper. Savoring the way she feels around me—slick with our combined fluids, swollen from use, still so impossibly tight.
"I'm going to breed you, Lily." I thrust deep, watch her gasp. "Every day. Every night. Fill this pussy until you're dripping with me."
"Yes—"
"And when your belly starts to swell—" I groan at the image. "When everyone can see what I've done to you—I'm going to fuck you even harder. Worship that body. Make you come until you're screaming."
"Leonid—"
"Say my name." I thrust harder. "Say my name while I put a baby in you."
"Leonid—" Her pussy is fluttering around me, her body building toward something. "Leonid, please—"
"Come for me." I reach between us, find her clit. "Come while I fill you up."
My fingers work her clit while I thrust, and this time—with the direct pressure she needs—she falls apart. Her pussy clenches around me and I follow her over the edge, pumping her full for the second time, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
Afterwards, we lie tangled together, sticky and satisfied and changed forever.
"Mine," I murmur against her hair. "You're mine now, Lily. Completely."
"Yours," she agrees sleepily. "Always."
I hold her as she drifts off, my hand resting on her stomach.
Mine.
For fifty years, I've been alone. Told myself I didn't need anyone. Convinced myself that solitude was strength.
I was wrong.
This—her warmth in my arms, my cum inside her, the promise of the family we're going to build—this is what I was missing.
And I'm never letting it go.