Page 102 of Vow of Vengeance

“You want to spend the rest of your life with me leaking out of you?”

“Mmm.”

I can tell she’s working hard to hold onto her composure but composed is the last thing I want from her. I like my wife messy. And I’m going to make a mess of her.

I double my pace, pulling out of her a continuous string of moans and gasps and a keening sort of sound as Soren loses herability to think straight, her body defaulting to a long sound of pleasure… overstimulated pleasure.

“You take my cock so well, Ren. So eager for my cum. So desperate to be pregnant with my child again?”

“Yes!” She chokes, her eyes closed, lost to her surrender. “Yes, Declan! Fuck me deep!”

I do. I fuck her so deep I can feel my balls slapping against her skin. I’d bury them inside her if I could, so that her body can prompt them to do the thing they’re made for.

“I’m going to come!” She warns me, as if that would make me stop. It only makes me work harder, faster, deeper, burying inside of her before her orgasm sets off my own.

When it does, I come so deep that there’s no chance she won’t be popping out another kid in the next year. I don’t thrust, I just stay buried inside as I spill into her, letting her body do the work as her walls squeeze me, milking my cock the way I milked her minutes before.

It takes a moment for her to open her eyes, but when she does, I’m still on top of her, still buried deep inside as my cock softens ever so slightly.

“You know,” I say, “I think I heard somewhere that the chance of multiples is greater when you conceive while breastfeeding.”

I watch her face as she assesses that claim, and then a slow grin lifts her soft lips. “Is that so?”

“Just saying,” I shrug. “Maybe you shouldn’t stop yet.”

“It’s a shame I already weaned Kaisen.” She says lightly, her eyes glittering with amusement. “What am I going to do with all this milk?”

I laugh, because she’s a euphoria unlike anything I’ve ever known.

My obsession, my drug. My everything.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

The End