Roman

Ten years later…

“You keep kissing me like that and I’ll wind up with another baby in my belly,” Alena says, stretching beside me.

I kiss my way down her back and across her lush ass before I spread her legs and lick between them.

“But you know how much it excites me when you’re round with my baby.”

“I’ve given you four sons and a daughter, Roman,” she protests, but spreads her legs wider so that my tongue can taste her sweetness.

“Maybe I want another little girl.” I suck her clit into my mouth, and her ass presses against my face, pushing down on me.

“Let me give you my seed, Queen Alena. One last time, let me breed you and make a life in your womb.”

“Keep eating,” she moans, and pushes back until she rises up on her knees so that I may have all of her tender flesh to suckle.

I suck her pussy for another moment before I pull back and get on my knees behind her.

“Roman,” she half-whines.

“I’m going to feed you my cock since your cunt is so hungry.”

I thrust hard, and my thickness stretches her to capacity. I have to wait a moment for her to adjust, but once she’s relaxed, I push her shoulders down so her upper body is flat on the bed. I grip her round hips and fuck her deep as the syrupy suction of her pussy swallows my cock. I stare down at where we are connected, seeing my veiny cock disappearing into her pink little pussy.

“You’ll let me fill you again, won’t you, my queen?” I say, and she moans at the filthy talk. “You’re mine to rut and breed.”

I grunt on top of her as I feel beads of sweat roll down my chest. Her cunt grips me harder the more I talk, and I feel her sopping wet pussy cling to my cock.

“Look at you, so perfect. So sweet and innocent. Legs spread wide, fresh little pussy sucking in my cock. You were made for me, Alena. Made for me to mate.”

“Roman!” she shouts into the pillow, and I feel her orgasm roll through her body. Her muscles tighten and then relax as the waves of heat fill her veins.

I bury myself as far as I can go and then release my cum deep into her. I nearly pass out from the intensity, but I manage to brace myself on my arms and lay my body over her back. We are both gasping for air as the last of my seed fills her, but it’s Alena who breaks the mood with a laugh.

“You always get what you want,” she says, looking back at me and biting my forearm.

“Because it’s exactly what you want, my queen. I saw you looking at little Tabby’s baby clothes yesterday. You’re ready for another.”

“Maybe.”

She shrugs, but I caught the look in her eyes. I know my Alena better than anyone. I knew with one look that she wanted one more. And I will always and forever give her what she wants. Even if she doesn’t want to ask for it.

“I love you, my queen,” I say, kissing her shoulder.

“I love you, my king.” She closes her eyes and smiles contentedly. “Thank you.”

THE END