Epilogue
I stood on the back porch of our house, watching the chaos in the yard with a deep sense of satisfaction.
Little Jacob (two years old) was toddling after his baby sister Emma, both of them laughing as Amelia chased them with a big smile on her face.
Her hand rested protectively on the gentle swell of her belly — our third child already on the way.
We’d gotten married six months after that first intense stretch of breeding, once the divorce finalized.
The ceremony was small and private. Katherine had attended, quiet and resigned, but she’d mostly stayed in the background.
She lived in the renovated guest house on the far side of the property now.
Close enough to see the grandchildren when she wanted, far enough that she didn’t have to watch me fuck her daughter every night.
Amelia had taken to motherhood beautifully.
Her body had changed exactly the way I’d fantasized — her tits fuller and often leaking a little milk when the baby nursed, her hips wider, her ass softer and more grabbable.
She was glowing again now, six months pregnant and already talking about wanting a fourth eventually.
She caught me watching and walked over, the sundress she wore doing little to hide her pregnant curves. Jacob and Emma ran off to play with their toys.
“Hey, Daddy,” she said softly, pressing herself against me.
Even after two years and two kids, she still called me that in private.
She rose on her toes to kiss me, one hand sliding down to cup my cock through my pants.
“The kids will be down for naps soon. Think you can put another load in me before dinner?”
I groaned and squeezed her ass, pulling her tighter. “You’re already pregnant, greedy girl.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to feel you,” she whispered, giving me that same innocent-yet-filthy smile that had ruined her mother’s chances years ago. “I love being full of you.”
From the direction of the guest house, I saw Katherine step outside for a moment.
She looked over at us — her daughter round with my child again, wearing my ring, living the life she’d schemed to claim.
Katherine’s expression was complicated, but she didn’t say anything.
She never did anymore. She’d accepted her place.
I kissed Amelia hard, possessive and deep, then murmured against her lips, “Naps in twenty minutes. Then I’m bending you over the couch and breeding you again, wife.”
She shivered happily in my arms. “Yes, Daddy.”
Two years ago she’d poisoned her mother’s tea to make this future possible. I’d never been able to stay mad about it. If anything, it only made me want her more.
This was exactly where we were meant to be.