Razul just smiles and nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Good. I would like to fill you with it many, many times…”
Heat shudders down my spine. “Oh… Does that mean… Will I have…”
His hand slides over my waist, fingers digging into my new plushness. “Take your time, Celeste. We have all the time in the world.”
“I want you to breed me,” I blurt. “B-but I don’t know if I want to—is it eggs? Does that even work? I’m sorry I—I don’t?—”
His finger presses against my lips. “How about I talk, and you just listen?”
I nod into his neck.
“Good girl. I can feel how badly your body wants to be bred.” His voice drops to a low purr that sends me shivering. “And I’m happy to do it. I would like to do it for a very long time. Bearing my children, should you choose to do so, would be very taxing. I would have to keep my cock out of you for a while. And that’s just not…” His hands knead into my hips. “…something I’m willing to do for quite some time. But you aremorethan welcome to beg me to fill you with offspring…”
I whimper, head swimming with heat, dizzy. I’ve never been this turned on this fast.
“And here I thought I took advantage of you.” He chuckles against my ear. “Maybe you took advantage of me?”
I wriggle and moan. “Your cock tastes really good…”
He cups my breast. “And it’s fed you so well.”
I finally take stock of my body: the swell of my stomach, the width of my hips. Everything is larger, softer. But strangely, I feel less clumsy—more grounded, more present, less like a wisp about to drift away on the wind—as if this is how my body was always meant to be.
“I’m sorry about the other fruit, I?—”
“Shh.” His finger presses against my lips, then slides over my tongue.
Heat shimmers through my mind.
“No words about that,” Razul commands.
I nod, reflexively sucking on his finger.
His rich laugh falls around me. “Oh, you love my fingers in your mouth.”
I blush, suddenly self-conscious, and hesitate.
Razul slides his finger deeper, scrambling my thoughts. My lashes flutter as my tongue works under his touch.
“It doesn’t matter who made you feel anything less than perfect,” Razul croons against my ear. “I will completely and totally erase them from your mind. There will only be room for thoughts of me. Do you understand?”
A tingling warmth spreads through my rib cage, making me feel lighter, and I nod around his finger.
“I will always taste your food,” he purrs. “I will always test the water in your bath. I will fluff every pillow, brush your hair for hours. I will stop at nothing to ensure you are as happy as you can possibly be.”
My brow furrows.
His thumb presses against that tension, rubbing it away. “Now, what’s this pouting for, my little desert rose?”
I wilt, and he gently removes his finger so I can speak.
“I don’t deserve it.” Tears well in my eyes.
Razul suddenly grabs my chin with enough roughness to send that heat lacing back through my mind. “Who says you get to decide that? Who says you get to decide anything ever again?”
I whimper.
“You aremine, Celeste. You deserve what I say you deserve. If I say you deserve the world, then it is so. If I say you deserve every pleasure and dream of your heart, then it is so. If I say you deserve to be impossible to please, then it is so.”
