Epilogue
Amber
We managed eighteen months before I conceived again. Having triplets skewed my perspective. I was relieved to be only having twins. Breastfeeding triplets took everything. The weight just melted off, but that meant I was insatiable. Three hungry boys fed like the world would run out of milk, and I couldn’t imagine how weaning them would end up going. All three required a feeding before bed or any nap; otherwise, they wouldn’t settle. Hopefully, the next two would be a bit easier to handle.
Kian doted on me, feeding me by hand in the early days when I seemed to be constantly attached to at least one child at all times. His gentleness reassured me almost as much as seeing my sister’s corpse and then burying her. He belonged to me, and I belonged to him — the collar around my neck was only a formality.
After getting the triplets down, I took the monitor, going to our playroom and stripping down. Daddy wanted me naked in there, and my belly had only just started to show. Getting on the breeding bench, I attached the pumps, and when he came, I moaned, aching as Kian came up behind me.
“You did so well, baby girl.”
His hand came down, smacking my ass. Over and over, he spanked me until the stress slipped away, and I melted into the bench, losing myself into the sucking sounds of the pump. The sharp sound of his palm hitting my ass resounded until that meditative ache bloomed, and my pussy clenched around nothing, soaked and desperate.
“Please, Daddy, I need your cock!” I begged.
Everything that used to trip me up — the words I struggled to say came so easily because I knew whatever I asked, he would give me. He took such good care of me — of our babies.
When he thrust inside me, I cried out, coming as he filled me completely. His hands caressed my hips, rising up to press against my slightly curved belly.
“I’m going to keep you stuffed, keep you pregnant and round,” Kian purred. “I was patient this time, giving you time to get your feet under you, but you were made for this. Made to bear my children, baby girl.”
Wailing, I keened, clenching around him. “Yes, yes! Daddy, I want it so bad!”
I begged him for fertility drugs, begged him to fill me up even more as twins wouldn’t feel like enough after the fullness of triplets. I wanted to be stretched, aching to be swollen with nothing but his collar around my throat.
His hips snapped forward, slapping my ass, and as my eyes rolled back in my head, he bit and sucked marks across my back, claiming me completely.
“Love you, baby girl.”
Crying out, I came over and over, panting, “Love you — love you so much, Daddy!”