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“I did this to you,” he uttered in adoration. “I filled you with my offspring, and now you are round and beautiful, so close to giving birth to beings who will embody the best parts of us—the product of our greatness combined.”

“Then do it again,” Ezra said breathlessly. “Remind me what it felt like to be bred by you.”

Titan didn’t need any more convincing. He got to his feet and spun Ezra around so quickly, Ezra had to brace himself on the desk to keep from toppling forward.

There came the sound of a zipper—Titan’s fly coming undone—then Titan’s arms were around him, his chest to Ezra’s back and one palm flat on his belly, like he wanted a reminder of the state he’d put Ezra in.

The warmth and weight of his body on Ezra’s own made the usually impersonal position feel deeply intimate.

“If that is your wish, Ambassador,” Titan said against the back of Ezra’s ear, voice honeyed with lust, “then I will oblige you. Be good for me and I will never stop filling you with my eggs.”

Ezra’s reaction was as swift as it was involuntary.

He mo aned loudly, mouth dropping open, and had to clutch the edge of the desk in a white-knuckled grip to keep himself from buckling under the weight of his arousal.

For as much as the prospect of being a father scared him shitless, the idea of Titan unable to keep his hands to himself, breeding him over and over, and worshiping each new bump as Ezra swelled was hot as fuck, and it was sending Ezra on a collision course with orgasm that became inescapable when—with a shift in position—Titan’s cock stretched him open and sank all the way in.

No amount of white-knuckling could save Ezra this time.

He collapsed onto the desk, arms folded beneath him, and tried to keep himself from moaning too loudly as Titan bred him right there at work. He shot a nervous glance toward the conference room door. It was unlocked, and anyone could come in at any moment…

But he couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t dream of ending this.

Titan’s massive cock felt too good, and it knew how to give him everything he wanted.

“Come in me,” he begged, eyes rolling back as Titan thrust in deep. “You fucked me till I was pregnant and now all I ever want is more of your cum. I need to feel it again. I want to sit through the rest of our workday and feel it leaking out of me.”

“My seed only ever belongs inside of you. It is meant to keep your human body big and bred.”

“Yes,” Ezra squeaked. “I don’t want you to waste a drop.

I want it in my fertile fucking hole. It’s always so wet for you, always greedy for your cum.

” He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, his mouth running of its own accord.

His breathing hitched, a hot heat coiling in his lower belly. He was seconds from coming untouched.

“I want to keep you bred, Ambassador. I want all the beings on this planet—on any planet—to know that you belong to me.”

“Yes yes yes,” Ezra keened, not caring one bit about wh at he was agreeing to. “Claim me, make me yours. I’m yours, Titan, I’m… I’m gonna come, oh fuck, I’m coming.”

He reached his climax and came harder than he had since the first night he’d spent with Titan, his body practically on fire as he shot onto the desk.

The pleasure came in waves, each new ripple hitting hard, leaving him twitching and clenching around Titan’s cock, which thrust as deep as it could go before flooding his insides with its seed.

They caught their breath, their soft panting interrupted solely by the ticking of the analog clock creeping ever closer to one. The conference room door was still shut, but it wouldn’t be for long.

Reluctantly, Ezra separated himself from Titan. They found a container of sanitizing wipes that they used to clean up Ezra’s mess, then tucked themselves back into their pants and smoothed out their clothing, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism.

“E,” Ezra said then, breaking the easy silence that had fallen between them.

Titan furrowed his brow. “Apologies?”

“Enslave. It’s spelled with an E.”

Titan snorted, and Ezra laughed along with him, heart singing at how dangerously cute Titan was when he let himself have a little fun.

It was, he thought to himself as he reached for the manila folder he’d previously pushed aside, a fantastic improvement from Titan’s previous asshole-ish ways. Maybe it was even?—

Ezra froze and choked out a squeaky gasp.

A shooting, knifelike pain shot through him, originating from somewhere deep in his lower back. It only lasted a moment, but in that moment, it was debilitating. Debilitating enough that he had to catch himself on the table.

Titan was on him in an instant.

“Are you well, my sweet Ezra?” he asked, looking him over from head to toe. The cramp had already subsided, so Ezra waved away his concern with a dismissive ges ture.

“We just went at it a little rough,” he said. With a smirk, he added, “You’re a little bigger than I’m used to, you know. Three months in and my body still can’t keep up.”

Titan gave him a half-smile, but still seemed ill at ease.

“If you have certainty,” he said cautiously.

“I do,” Ezra assured him. “Everything is fine.”