Chapter 32
NIKOLAI
The spoon hovers near her lips, chicken broth steaming in the dim light. Jenna’s thighs tremble around my cock, every micro-movement sending ripples through her cunt. For three hours, I’ve kept her like this, warming my dick while I go about the evening regimen I have meticulously designed.
“Open.”
Her lips part. I slide the spoon between them, then roll my hips. Just a fraction, but enough to drag my piercing along that spot inside her that makes her whole body clench. Soup dribbles down her chin.
“Messy girl.” I catch the drops with my thumb and push them into her mouth alongside the next spoonful. Another thrust, deeper this time. Her throat works around a moan.
“You’re not focusing on eating.”
“Hard to focus when you’re—” She gasps as I grind up into her. “When you keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” Another spoonful. Another thrust. Her pussy contracts, trying to milk me, but I keep my movements controlled. “I’m just feeding you dinner.”
The bowl sits on the small table beside us. I selected this position specifically—her back to my chest, legs spread wide over mine, open to the mirrors surrounding us. Every angle shows where we’re joined, her cunt stretched around my thickness, the mess of our combined fluids coating her thighs.
“Please…” Her head falls back against my shoulder.
“Please, what? You need to eat. Growing our baby takes energy.”
She shudders at the words. Twenty-three hours since I locked her in here, and already she’s responded beyond my expectations. Every mention of breeding, of the baby I’m going to put in her, makes her cunt flutter.
“Another bite.”
She takes it, and I reward her with a slow circle of my hips. The angle forces my cock to drag along her front wall, stimulating places that make her see stars. Her bound hands flex uselessly against the leather cuffs securing them behind her back.
“Good girl. See how much better you eat when I’m inside you? Your body knows what it needs.”
The spoon clinks against the bowl. Only broth tonight—nothing too heavy when I plan to fuck her for hours. I reach for the next spoonful, deliberately shifting my weight. The movement drives me deeper, and she makes a broken sound.
“Nikolai…”
“Shh. Dinner first.”
But my control is slipping. Three hours of her heat surrounding me, her little movements and whimpers, the way she clenches every time I mention breeding—it’s destroying my restraint. The spoon trembles slightly as I bring it to her lips.
She takes the broth, and I thrust harder than intended.
Some splashes onto her chest, rolling down between her breasts.
In the mirrors, I watch the droplets travel across her skin, over the marks I’ve left—bruises from my mouth, scratches from the forest, evidence of ownership written in purple and red.
“Look at yourself.”
Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine in the mirror directly across from us.
The sight makes her moan—legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stuffed full, thoroughly used and claimed.
I set the spoon aside as I make her take in the scene, every detail, then my hands span her waist, holding her exactly where I want her.
“See how perfectly you take me? How your body sheaths my cock like a custom made glove, how you were made for this?”
Another spoonful. Another rock of my hips. I’m losing the rhythm now, the pretense of feeding becoming secondary to the need building in my balls.
“Almost done,” I murmur against her ear. “Then I’m going to breed you properly. Fill that pretty cunt until you’re dripping with it.”
She nearly chokes on the soup.
Three more spoonfuls. Three more thrusts, each deeper than the last. By the time the bowl is empty, we’re both shaking with need. I set it aside, hands immediately returning to her body. One slides up to wrap around her throat; the other down to where we’re connected.
“Feel how wet you are? Your body knows what’s happening. Knows I’m going to pump you full of cum until it takes.”
My fingers find her clit, circle it once, and she explodes. Her orgasm catches us both by surprise—violent contractions that attempt to milk my cock, her whole body arching as she screams. I hold myself still through sheer force of will, letting her ride it out while fighting my own need to come.
“That’s it,” I growl when she finally stills. “Your cunt’s trying to pull the cum from my balls. It wants to be bred so badly.”
Before she can respond, I’m moving. Lifting her off my cock draws a whine from her throat, but I need better leverage for what comes next. The padded floor is warm beneath my knees as I position her in front of me, unfastening the cuffs so she can rest on all fours.
“Spread wider.”
She obeys instantly, knees sliding apart until she’s fully exposed. In the mirrors, I see everything—the puffy, used state of her pussy, the way her hole gapes slightly from being stretched around me for so long. My cock jerks at the sight, precum beading at the tip.
“Tell me what you see.”
“I…” Her voice cracks. “I see you behind me. About to—”
“About to what?”
“Breed me.”
“That’s right.” I line myself up, just the tip pressing against her entrance. “And what happens when I breed you?”
She whimpers, pushing back, but I hold her hips still.
“Answer me.”
“Your… your cum goes inside me.”
“And then?”
“It travels up through my cervix.” Her voice is barely a whisper. “Into my womb.”
“Keep going.” I push in an inch, just enough to make her gasp. “Tell me exactly what’s going to happen.”
“Your sperm will race to find my egg.”
“Mmm.” Another inch. The wet sound of penetration echoes in the mirrored room. “And when they find it?”
“One will… oh god… one will…”
“Fertilize you.” I’m halfway inside now, her cunt gripping me like a vice. “Put my baby in your belly.”
“Yes!”
I bottom out in one thrust, driving deep enough to kiss her cervix. She screams, the sound bouncing off the mirrors, multiplying until it surrounds us. I don’t give her time to adjust, immediately setting a slow, deep rhythm that has my balls slapping against her clit with each stroke.
“Look at us.” My hand tangles in her hair, forcing her head up. “Watch me breed you.”
The mirrors show everything. The way her tits swing with each thrust. How my cock disappears into her body, emerging slick with her arousal. The possessive grip of my hands on her hips, sure to leave more bruises.
“You’re ovulating,” I tell her, maintaining that steady, devastating pace. “I can feel it in how wet you get, how your body’s preparing itself. Your cervix is soft, ready to accept my seed.”
“How do you—”
“I’ve been tracking your cycle since I took you. Planned this perfectly.” It’s a lie—I have no idea where she is in her cycle. But the words make her cunt clench, her body responding to the idea of being bred at her most fertile.
I shift angles, making sure to drag along her G-spot with each stroke. Her arms shake, struggling to hold herself up with her hands bound. I don’t help, letting her work for it, letting her feel how thoroughly I’m using her body.
“Tell me what’s happening right now. As I fuck you.”
“You’re… ah… you’re pushing your precum into me.” She’s sobbing the words, overwhelmed by sensation. “Preparing the way for your sperm.”
“Good girl. What else?”
“My body is… is responding. Making more lubrication. My vaginal walls are contracting to help pull you deeper.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to be bred!” The admission tears from her throat. “My body wants your baby!”
I reward her with harder thrusts, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the space between her cries. In the mirror to our left, I watch my cock piston in and out, her pussy lips clinging to me on each withdrawal.
“Your cervix is opening for me,” I continue, my voice rough with control held by threads. “Each thrust pushes a little deeper.”
She’s beyond words now, just moans and whimpers as I fuck her steadily. But I need her engaged, need her mind focused on what’s happening.
“How many sperm in each load, Jenna?”
“I… I don’t…”
“Guess.” I slow my thrusts, making her whine in protest. “Come on, you’re a smart girl.”
“Millions?”
“Two to five hundred million.” I punctuate each word with a deep thrust. “All racing to be the one that makes you the mother of my child.”
Her pussy spasms around me, another orgasm building. I reach around to rub her clit, keeping my strokes steady.
“Only takes one, though. One lucky sperm to change everything. To bind you to me forever.”
“Please…”
My balls are drawing tight, the urge to come overwhelming. But I maintain the lesson, the psychological conditioning as important as the physical breeding.
She comes with a scream, her cunt clamping down so hard I have to fight not to follow. I fuck her through it, extending the orgasm until she’s shaking uncontrollably.
“That’s it, milk my cock. Your body knows what it needs.”
When her spasms finally ease, I pull out. She whines at the loss, but I need to reposition. The angle I want requires her on her back.
“Turn over.”
She collapses first, then slowly rolls. I help her settle on her back, then push her knees up and out, exposing her. The position tilts her pelvis perfectly as I position a firm pillow wedge beneath her hips..
“This angle,” I explain, lining myself up again, “lets me get deepest when I come.”
I slide home in one smooth thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation. From this position, I can see her face, watch every expression as I fuck her toward my own release.
“Wrap your legs around me. Pull me deeper.”
She does, heels digging into my ass, urging me on. I brace myself on my hands, using my whole body to drive into her. Each thrust rocks her entire frame, her tits bouncing, her mouth falling open in silent cries.
“You’re going to be such a good mother,” I tell her, feeling my orgasm building at the base of my spine. “And once you’ve had one, I’ll have you swollen with the next, tied to me forever. No more running. No more fighting. Just my pregnant little captive, growing our babies.”
“Yes! Please, I want it!”
“Want what?” I’m close now, my thrusts becoming erratic. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want you to come inside me! Want you to breed me, knock me up, put your baby in me!”
“Fuck!” My control shatters. I slam deep one final time, grinding against her cervix as my orgasm hits. My cum floods her pussy, my cock pulsing with each shot. “Take it, take all of it. Every fucking drop.”
She comes again, her pussy milking me for everything I have. I stay buried deep, letting her contractions work my cum deeper.
When the last spurts finally cease, I carefully pull out enough to watch my cum immediately start leaking from her used hole.
“No,” I growl, scooping it up with my fingers and pushing it back inside. “You keep that in there.”
I resettle my cock at her entrance, not fully penetrating but keeping her plugged. Then I carefully maneuver us onto our sides, maintaining the connection.
“Twenty minutes minimum,” I tell her, pulling her back against my chest. “That’s how long we stay like this, keeping my cum inside you.”
She shivers in my arms, aftershocks still rippling through her. In the mirrors, I can see us from every angle—her pussy lips stretched around my tip, the mess of fluids between her thighs, the way she melts back against me in complete surrender.
“It might have already happened,” I murmur against her ear. “Right now, as we lie here, you might already be pregnant with my baby.”
Her pussy clenches, trying to draw me deeper. I resist, maintaining just enough penetration to keep my cum inside.
“By the time I let you out of this room, you’ll be thoroughly bred. No question about it.”
“And if… if it doesn’t take?”
I smile against her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. “Then we’ll lock you in here every month until it does. I’ve got nothing but time, baby. And you’re not going anywhere.”
The truth of it settles over us like a blanket. She’s mine now. Whether by force or by choice doesn’t matter anymore. Her body has accepted what her mind fought against—that she belongs here, beneath me, full of my cum.
“Fifteen more minutes,” I remind her, one hand sliding down to rest on her lower belly. “Then I’ll feed you again. Keep your strength up for round five.”
She just nods, beyond words, beyond resistance. In the mirrors, I watch her eyes flutter closed, a small smile playing at her lips. She’s exactly where she wants to be, even if she can’t admit it yet.
The timer in my head counts down steadily. Fifteen minutes to let biology do its work. Then I’ll flip her onto her knees again, fuck another load deep into her willing cunt. Again and again until morning comes.
Until she’s mine in every way that matters.
Until she’s carrying my child.