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“What is that, pet?” I growl in her ear, palming her soft breast in my rough hand. “Tell me what it is you need.”
“I need you to fucking come inside me!” Her voice is rough and raw. She is screaming at nearly the top of her lungs, her breath ragged as she abandons any maidenly illusions and shows herself for what she is, a wanton, needy little fuck pet hungry for my cock.
“And why do you need that?”
“Because I want you to make me fucking pregnant!” She gasps and moans. “Breed me, Volt. Make me carry your baby. I want to be fucking full of you.”
Her begging almost makes me spend myself, but I hold back. I want her to whimper and beg for more. I want her to remember this moment that came after her calling me cruel and sadistic and questioning my care. I want her to remember how she feels when the beast has her in his grasp and refuses to let go.
I hold myself inside her, leaving her lips wrapped around me. My knot is forming just beyond her lips. They are swelling and they are bulging with it as my lust binds us again. I can feel her inner walls gripping me harder and tighter.
“Volt… Volt…” She whimpers my name and grinds her hips. Even in my grasp she is able to wriggle externally and clench internally. I find her powerful inner walls caressing and urging my cock ever closer to the spending of its seed.
I hold back. This is not about my pleasure, or hers. This is about her understanding our bond. What it is, in spite of what it seems to be. How we fit together. How we yearn for one another. How everything outside this mate bond is an irrelevance. How there is nothing she or I could ever do in order to change it. We are one.
“What do you feel?”
“Oh, my god, please, Volt. Just let me commmmmme…” She is shaking and trembling, her thighs vibrating with desperate muscularity and soft desire. She will not orgasm yet. She will come to terms with us before she comes again.
“Tell me,” I growl in her ear.
“Tell you what?” She is so confused, but that is because she is trying to think. Trying to reason her way out of this question mid-tryst, unable to reach release.
“Tell me what you feel.” I make an effort to calm my own desire. This is not easy for me. Every fiber of my being wants to shoot my seed deep inside her, connect with a spark of life and make her belly swell with my young. But this is more important. She can never bear my baby until she accepts her love for me.
“I feel… like I need to come.”
“No,” I growl, slapping her ass hard. “Not what your body wants. What you feel. What is in your heart?”
“You want me to admit I love you? Is that it? You sick sadist?” There is a desperate hitch in her voice as I force her to a new internal brink. It was easy when I let her pretend this was only about sex. But we have always known this was about much, much more than that.
“Yes,” I snarl, breathing against her neck roughly. “I want you to admit that you love me, and that you will always be mine. You will wait for me. You will return to me. You will never choose any path other than the one that leads to me.”
“Yes!” She screams her agreement. “Yes, Volt, I’m fucking yours!”
That’s what I needed to hear. That’s what makes my cum surge from my rod and fill her up in great spurts that make my entire body drive forward with it. This moment is more than sexual. It is spiritual. This is a moment of transformation. I can feel my essence finding hers. I sense the spark of our joined climaxes making something entirely new. There is a very small moment of vast change, of my knot swelling and locking my seed inside her.
“You will bear my whelps,” I remind her. This is not just sex. This is mating. This is breeding. This is life. This is love.
She is collapsed against the back of my captain’s chair, sunk down on her knees, her flushed face pressed against the back of it, her knees spread and her pussy pulsing gently around my slowly deflating knot. Little by little, I feel our joined juices begin to drip out between us until I can pull free, missing the heat of her sex immediately.
“Volt…”
“Yes, my love?” I sweep her up into my arms and sit down in my chair, settling her naked, curled-up body on my lap. Now there is time to be sweet. Now I can lick her gently, cleaning the sweat from her neck and brow, smoothing her hair back from her forehead. I treasure this human more highly than I ever imagined I would care for anything or anyone.
