Epilogue
Lucan
Four months later…
Virelle is heavily pregnant now, and every time I see her walking around the office with that swollen belly bouncing with each step, my cock hardens immediately.
She's showing beautifully. The evidence of what I did to her—how I bred her, claimed her, made her mine—is visible to everyone now. And I fucking love it.
I gave her a full-time position after her internship ended. Marketing coordinator. She earned it through her work, though I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy having her nearby all day. But more than that, I married her.
Three months ago, in a quiet ceremony with just a few close friends, Virelle became my wife.
Now she wears my ring on her finger while she works, and the sight of it makes something primal surge through me every single time.
That gold band catches the light as she types, as she gestures during meetings, as she absently touches her belly.
It announces to everyone that she's taken. That she belongs to me.
Today she's wearing a blue maternity shirt and a skirt that stretches over her swollen belly.
The fabric clings to every curve, emphasizing the roundness of her pregnancy.
Her breasts have grown significantly, straining against the buttons of her shirt.
Her hips have widened. Her face has that radiant glow everyone talks about.
She's never looked more beautiful.
The office rumors started almost immediately after we got married—whispers about the young intern who married the COO and suddenly showed up pregnant.
But those died down quickly once people realized I didn't give a fuck what they thought.
Virelle is my wife. That baby is mine. Anyone who has a problem with that can find employment elsewhere.
I can't believe this beautiful creature is actually mine.
I watch her from my office doorway as she works at her desk, one hand absently rubbing her belly while she frowns at her computer screen. That small, unconscious gesture makes my chest tighten.
She's carrying my child. Growing our baby inside her body. The thought alone makes me want to drag her into my office and fuck her until she's screaming my name.
Pregnancy has only made me crave her more. I love watching that belly bounce when I'm pounding into her. Love knowing I put that baby there. Love seeing the physical proof that she's mine in the most fundamental way possible.
Every curve of her body has changed during these months, and I've memorized each new detail.
The way her breasts have swelled, heavy and sensitive.
The darkening of her nipples. The stretch of her belly, taut and round.
The way she walks now, with that distinctive pregnant waddle that makes my heart clench every time.
She's a goddess.
And she's mine.
It's late evening now, well past the time when everyone else has left. I finally step out of my office and approach her desk. She's still working, her brow furrowed in concentration.
I place my hand on her pregnant belly, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. She startles slightly, then relaxes when she realizes it's me.
I lean down and kiss her cheek, breathing in her scent. "It's time to go home."
She glances up at me, smiling. "I still have work to finish."
"It can wait until tomorrow."
"Lucan—"
"I'm your husband," I remind her, my voice dropping lower. "And your boss. You need to listen to me like a good submissive."
Her cheeks flush beautifully. That submissive response I love so much softens her entire body. She nods and lets me take her hand, pulling her gently to her feet.
I place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the elevator. "Does your back hurt from how big the baby is?"
She shakes her head. "Not so much today. I was sitting most of the time."
"Good."
We stop by the elevator, and before pressing the button, I turn her to face me. My fingers move to the buttons of her shirt, slowly unfastening them one by one.
"Lucan, what are you?—"
"Shh. Let me see you."
I push her shirt open, revealing the tops of her swollen breasts straining against her maternity bra. I trace my fingers along the edge of the fabric, watching goosebumps rise on her skin.
"Your breasts have been getting fuller," I murmur, caressing them gently. "I can't wait to see them full of milk. Can't wait to watch you feed our baby."
I squeeze them carefully, knowing how sensitive they are now. She whimpers, her eyes closing.
"That feels so good," she breathes.
"I know, baby." I press the elevator button behind her without looking away from her face. "There's somewhere I need to take you tonight."
I lean in close, my lips brushing her ear. "And then I plan to fuck you good and watch that belly bounce for me. Remind you exactly how you got pregnant in the first place."
She shivers, her breath catching.
The elevator doors open, and I guide her inside. As soon as we're in, I press the button for the ground floor—and then the emergency stop.
The elevator jerks to a halt.
Virelle grabs my shirt instinctively, her eyes wide. "Lucan!"
"Don't panic." I stroke her hair soothingly. "They're doing maintenance on this elevator tonight. I arranged it. I wanted to fuck you here, where we first gave in to our desires."
Her expression softens, understanding dawning. "You planned this?"
"Every detail."
I see the emotion in her eyes, the way she's touched by the gesture. Then I start removing her clothes properly.
First her shirt, sliding it off her shoulders. Then I reach around and unhook her bra, letting it fall away.
Her breasts spill free, and I take a moment just to look at them. They're engorged now, much larger than they were before pregnancy. Her areolae have darkened and expanded. Her nipples are swollen and huge. My cock tightens at the sight of her pregnant body.
I feel blood going south, feeding my aching cock, making it erect.
I cup her swollen tits reverently, feeling their weight. "You look like a fertility goddess."
She blushes, but I can see her arousal in the way her breathing quickens.
"Show me that pregnant belly, baby." My voice roughens with need. "I need to see how gorgeous your womb looks when my seed is stretching you."
She shivers and reaches for her skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall. Now she's standing before me in just her panties, that beautiful round belly on full display.
I drop to my knees in front of her.
"Fucking perfect," I breathe, placing my hands on either side of her belly. "You're carrying my baby. My child is growing inside you right now. Do you know how that makes me feel?"
"Tell me," she whispers.
"Possessive. Proud. Like I've claimed you in a way no one else ever can." I kiss her belly, right above her navel. "This belly tells everyone that you're mine. That I bred you. That you let me fill you with my cum and make you pregnant."
Her hands come to rest on my shoulders, steadying herself.
I kiss lower, trailing my lips over the stretched skin. "I plan to worship this pregnant pussy with my cock tonight."
She whimpers, and the sound is music to my ears. I want to keep her moaning and satisfied throughout her pregnancy because she deserves that. Deserves to know that I want her even as her body is changing, even when she's feeling tired and insecure.
I hook my fingers into her panties and tear them off, the fabric giving way easily. She gasps at the sudden roughness.
Standing, I lift one of her legs and position it over my arm, pressing her back against the elevator wall. This angle will work perfectly with her belly. I can enter her from the side, giving her bump plenty of room while still getting deep inside her.
I unzip my pants quickly, freeing my achingly hard cock. The head is already slick with precum, desperate to be inside her.
"Ready for me?" I position myself at her entrance.
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, Lucan."
I thrust into her hard, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her pregnant pussy is so tight, so wet, gripping my cock like a vice.
"Fuck," I groan. "You feel incredible. Still so tight. Your pussy grips my cock so well."
I start moving, establishing a rough rhythm that makes her belly and breasts bounce with each thrust. The sight is mesmerizing, watching my pregnant wife's body move as I fuck her, seeing the evidence of what I did to her jiggling with every stroke.
"You're so beautiful like this," I growl against her neck. "So fucking beautiful carrying my baby. Look at you, taking my cock while you're swollen with my child."
"Lucan," she moans.
"That's it. Say my name. Let me hear how much you love being fucked by your husband."
I angle my hips to hit that spot inside her that makes her see stars.
Her pussy clenches around me in response.
I push deeper, touching her cervix. Touching the entrance to her womb, where my seed is growing inside her.
Knowing I'm pushing against her most scared, feminine part makes my cock shudder.
"You're such a good girl," I praise, punctuating each word with a thrust. "Such a perfect little breeding slut. You let me knock you up and now you're waddling around with my baby in your belly. Everyone knows what we did. Everyone knows I bred you."
"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, I'm yours."
"Damn right you are." I grip her hip harder, fucking her faster now. "My wife. My submissive. The mother of my children. Mine."
Her belly bounces between us, and I can't take my eyes off it. Can't stop thinking about how I put that baby there, how my cum filled her womb and took root. This feels both filthy and erotic in the best way possible.
"Touch yourself," I command. "Rub that swollen clit for me. I want to feel you come on my cock."
She reaches between us, her fingers finding her clit. I feel her pussy tighten immediately as she starts rubbing.
"That's my good girl," I encourage. "Make yourself come while I fuck this pregnant pussy. Show me how much you love being bred."
Her breathing becomes more ragged. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls fluttering around my shaft.
"Come for me, Virelle. Come for your husband. Come on the cock that knocked you up."
She shatters with a cry, her pussy convulsing around me as her orgasm crashes through her. The sensation of her coming while pregnant, while carrying my child, pushes me over the edge.
I slam deep one final time and empty myself inside her with a guttural groan. My cock pulses as I fill her with cum, just like I did that first night in this elevator. Just like I've done countless times since.
I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, my tongue claiming her as thoroughly as my cock just did. When I finally pull back, we're both panting.
"I love calling you my wife," I murmur against her lips. "I'm so fucking glad you came into my life and changed everything."
Her eyes shine with tears. "I love you, too. I love being pregnant with your child. I love the life we're building together."
I rest my forehead against hers, my hand moving to cradle her belly.
"We're going to be a family," I say softly.
"We already are," she corrects.
And she's right.
Somewhere between that first day she walked into my office and now, we became more than boss and intern. More than Dom and submissive.
We became everything to each other.
I kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her.
My wife.
The mother of my child.
The woman who somehow managed to crack open the armor I'd spent forty-two years building and taught me that surrender isn't weakness—it's the bravest thing you can do.
"I love you," I tell her again.
Because I'll never get tired of saying it.
And judging by the way she smiles against my mouth, she'll never get tired of hearing it.