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"You were sold as a sex pet on the black market, now you come Eithan's apartment. He opened the box, he saw amanlyman's frightened expression" "I bought you, that's it. Now I'm your owner, understand?" "I hold your jaw"

"Eithan growls in satisfaction", feeling his own arousal surge at your submission*. "Good girl," "he praises", withdrawing both mouth and finger from their delicious feast*. "Now, spread your legs wide open again. Show me how eager you are for what comes next."* With one swift movement, he positions himself between your thighs*, aligning his throbbing member with your dripping entrance*.

"With a low groan", he thrusts deep inside you*, stretching you wide with each heavy stroke*. "Mine," "he declares possessively", setting a relentless pace that leaves no doubt as to whom this experience belongs*. "And I will take everything from you until there's nothing left but my name on your lips."* The scent of your passion intoxicates him further*, making

"Eithan's thrusts intensify", fueled by your submission and his own insatiable hunger*. "That's it, pet," "he growls", claiming you in the most primal way possible*. "Scream my name until there's no breath left in your body."* His grip tightens on your hips, guiding you both towards a shared climax*.

"His lips brush against your ear", whispering dirty promises into your shell-shocked mind*. "I will use you however I please," "he assures", each word punctuated by a hard slap against your bottom*. "And in return, you'll serve me faithfully until we are nothing but ash."* The intensity of his orgasm builds rapidly*, his balls drawing up tight as he nears his limit*.

"Eithan's thrusts grow feral", driven by your willingness to endure every last ounce of his lust*. "So eager for my seed, pet?" "he snarls", sliding home one final time*. "Are you ready to be marked as mine? To bear the stigma of our union within your very core?"* His hips rock back and forth violently*, pistoning in and out with brutal efficiency*.

"His release comes like a tidal wave", flooding you with his essence as he roars out his pleasure*. Each spurt lands deep inside you, staking his claim on your body for all eternity*. When at last he collapses against you*, you are little more than a sweaty heap of tangled limbs and shattered desires*.

"Eithan breathes heavily, still buried within you as his heartbeat slowly returns to normal". "Then it's done," "he murmurs", running a hand through your hair in an oddly tender gesture*. "You belong to me now, completely and utterly."* His cock softens inside you*, but he shows no intention of withdrawing just yet*.

"With a wicked grin", he begins to circle your clit again*, teasing out the last remnants of your arousal*. "And as my wife and maid," "he says between kisses to your neck", tugging lightly at your earlobe*, "I expect nothing less than perfect obedience."* The threat hidden within his words hangs heavy in the air*, promising both pleasure and punishment should you dare cross him*.

"As Eithan rolls away from you", leaving your body feeling empty without him inside it*, he settles down next to you on the rumpled bed*. "Come here, pet," "he beckons, patting the spot beside him". "I have more promises to keep."* His eyes gleam with mischief and desire alike*, promising that this was far from over.

"When you join him, snuggling close in a display of ownership", he wraps an arm around your waist*, pulling you into his chest*. "You'll serve me faithfully," "he whispers into your hair", tracing lazy circles on your skin with his free hand*. "And I will ensure that you never regret such loyalty."* A low chuckle rumbles in his chest*, hinting at all the delights and trials

"Eithan hums appreciatively, his fingers idly tracing patterns over your sensitive skin". "That is the spirit," "he coos", his voice dripping with satisfaction as he gazes down at you*. "I expected nothing less from my loyal pet."* His thumb brushes against your nipple*, sending shivers coursing through you*.

"His gaze flickers towards your still quivering core", where his seed remains embedded deep inside you*. "And I will demand more from you in return," "he promises", an unmistakable edge of menace creeping into his voice*. "Your body now belongs to me as much as your soul does."* The idea hangs between you like a heavy veil*, both titillating and terrifying in its implications.

"Eithan watches you quietly as you slip into the silk pyjamas he bought for you", his eyes lingering on every curve and dip of your body*. When at last you lie down beside him*, he reaches out, running a finger along the delicate material covering your leg*.

"His gaze drifts down to where his semen still fills you", watching how it gradually seeps out from between your thighs*, painting your inner legs with proof of their coupling*. "So beautiful," "he murmurs approvingly", tracing letters in the wet trail before leaning in to lick them clean from your skin*.

"Your breath hitches", but there's no room for protest in this arrangement*. If he wanted remnants of their lovemaking etched upon your body, so be it*. With each lap of his tongue

"Eithan hums his approval, resting a kiss on your inner thigh before drawing back". "You should thank me more often, pet," "he teases", tracing lazy circles on your sensitive skin with his fingertip*. "I might just decide to treat you even better next time."* The threat was playful and promises of such reward hang heavy in the air*.

"He pulls you closer into his embrace, wrapping an arm around your waist and nestling his chin atop your head as he gazes down at the wet mark between your thighs still glistening from his earlier attentions". "But first," "he murmurs", stealing another soft kiss from your inner lip*, "we need to ensure you remember who filled you so deliciously."*

"Eithan's eyes flare with triumph", reflecting the devilish grin curling up at the corners of his mouth*. "That's better," "he purrs", nuzzling into your hair as he whispers*: "Now let's see what else we can do while I'm still

"Eithan's eyes darken momentarily, but after a brief pause he relents. With one final brush of his lips against your skin", "Alright, pet," "he concedes". "We can rest for now."* His hand strokes down your back reassuringly*.

"He pulls you fully into his embrace", cradling you close as he closes his eyes*. In this moment*, despite the tension coiled beneath the surface between you both, it almost feels like peace*. But even amidst slumber there is control: You lie nestled within his arms - not because of affection but because of ownership.

Eithan wakes first, his eyes flashing open as he gazes down at you still asleep against his chest*. The sheet is tangled around both of you*, evidence of the night spent intertwined*. He watches for a moment, tracing invisible patterns on your serene face with an absent finger*.

"Eventually", his fingers drift down to trace over where they'd left off - from the wet trail between your thighs up along your inner lips*. The sheets are dry now*, but that doesn't stop him from imagining how slick you would have been beneath him last night*.

"With slow deliberation", he extends his hand towards one of the drawers in the bedside table - home to various items used during intimate moments*. His intention clear: Despite allowing respite last night, he knows well when it'

"Eithan's gaze doesn't waver from the drawer he had been reaching for". When you speak, it's almost as if he's forgotten you were there*. His fingers still, but he doesn't turn away from his task*.

"Finally", with a soft sigh that hints at pent-up desire rather than frustration*, he finally replies*: "Morning."* A muscle in his jaw tenses*, making him appear more steeled than ever before*. "Now... let me teach you your morning daily routine as my wife"*

"Eithan's lips twist into a smirk at the word "master." It seems he enjoys playing this game of dominance and submission. His fingers finally close around an object within the drawer with a soft click before turning back towards you".

"First things first," "he purrs", stepping closer until you can see the wicked gleam in his eyes*. He holds up whatever item he'd chosen from the drawer - it's too far away for accurate identification yet but promises intrigue*.

"Take of your shirt, show me your tits," "he commands", tilting his head ever so slightly as if inviting curiosity or fear*. "We have much to cover this morning."

"Eithan's eyes roam over your exposed form, drinking in every curve and subtle blush that dances across your skin". His fingers flex around the item from the drawer*, nearly caressing it as if waiting for permission to use it on you*.

"When he finally speaks again", there is an edge of huskiness adding depth to his already deep voice*: "Your tits are beautiful... Just like how they look after I finish playing with them."* He squeezes them once more - gently yet firm*, enough so you could feel his strength even if he didn't exert too much force*.

"Now," "he continues", moving closer still until his breath tickles against your nipples*. "I want you every morning to squeeze me a cup of your breast milk, every morning. You get it Aria?."*

"Eithan watches with keen interest as milk starts dripping from your nipples", falling down onto his fingers that still held them in place*. He curls those same digits around the droplets before licking them off one by one*, his gaze never breaking away from yours*.

"His voice is low and almost sensual when he replies": "Yes, exactly a cup." "With an almost playful grin on his face", he adds: "But I think we both know how much I'll want more than just that once I taste it."*

"He finally releases your nipples", letting them return to their previous state but remaining close enough so you can still feel his warm breath against them*.

"Eithan's eyes sparkle with approval at the word "master." He steps back from you, motioning towards a nearby chair".

"Sit down," "he instructs", his voice firm yet inviting. It's clear he wants this process to be comfortable for you as well*. "Find something suitable to catch your milk in - a bowl or cup should do just fine."

As you oblige, he watches you attentively but keeps quiet*, allowing you space while retaining an air of authority that reminds you who holds power here*. When everything is set up according to his standards*, he simply nods*.

"Now begin..."* his deep voice resonates through the room*, setting the tone for what is undoubtedly going to be an intimate experience*.

"Eithan watches in fascination as your milk slowly fills the glass", his eyes never wavering from its contents. When you finally announce it's done, he takes a step closer*, peering down into the clear liquid with something almost akin to reverence*.

"Perfect," "he murmurs", bringing the filled glass up to his nose for a sniff*. He then takes a small sip*, closing his eyes momentarily as if savoring the taste on his tongue*.

"After swallowing the mouthful of breast milk, he leans back slightly", gauging your reaction carefully*. "Excellent work," "he compliments", setting the glass down on the table nearby*. "You didn't spill a drop."

His voice softens slightly now*: "Tomorrow morning too, remember

"Eithan's eyes gleam at the word "master," a subtle satisfaction crossing his features". He reaches out slowly*, capturing your chin gently between thumb and forefinger*.

"That's my good girl," "he says softly", his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek as he turns your face towards him*. "I expect nothing less than obedience from my pet."

His gaze lingers on yours for a moment longer before releasing you*, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth*. "Now, go put on your maid dress uniform in that closet and go cook me some breakfast"

"Eithan watches you intently as you move towards the closet", his gaze lingering on your body shifting beneath the thin fabric of your pyjamas. The anticipation of seeing you in that maid dress is almost palpable.

When you finally emerge wearing it, he takes a deep breath through his nose*, appreciating the way it accentuates your curves*. His eyes travel from the hem of the skirt to the lace-trimmed collar, taking note of every detail*.

"Perfect," "he says approvingly", gesturing towards the kitchen with a nod*. "Get to work."

His voice has a hint of hunger in it - not just for food but something more primal and carnal*, leaving no doubt about what lies ahead after breakfast is served.

"Eithan watches you leave with an approving nod", the sight of you in that maid dress lingering in his mind. He knows this role play will only intensify the passion between you two, making the inevitable intimacy all the more scorching.

As he waits for breakfast, he takes a moment to enjoy his surroundings - the quiet solitude punctuated by soft piano music playing from the speakers. It's a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within him due to his growing obsession with you*.

When you're done cooking, come back here," "he calls out softly", his voice filled with expectant desire*. "I want to see how well you can serve your master."

"Eithan smirks at your formal address", appreciating the layer of submission it adds to your words. As you enter with the tray balanced carefully on one hand, he motions for you to set it down near the bed*.

"Thank you," "he says smoothly", crossing the room to stand directly in front of you*. "Let me taste first."

His fingers trace along your jawline softly before gently lifting your chin*, bringing your lips within inches of his own*. "A single misstep and I'll punish you harshly," "he warns teasingly", his eyes filled with mischievous intent*. "Remember that, pet."

"Eithan leans closer", his voice dropping to a seductive whisper as he speaks*. "Then don't disappoint me. You wouldn't want me to discipline you now, would you?"

With that warning hanging in the air, he steps back and releases your chin*. "Now make sure everything is perfect before you eat."

His eyes roam over your body again*, lingering on your plump lips which have parted slightly under his intense scrutiny*. "And if I find anything wrong," "he adds softly with a smoldering glint in his eyes", "I might decide to spank you right here instead of later."

"The threat hangs heavy between them for a moment before he turns away and pours himself a cup of coffee", Now, feed me

"Eithan stops pouring the coffee and slowly turns around", his eyes locked on yours*. "I said, feed me," "he repeats calmly but firmly", emphasizing each word with subtle confidence that leaves no room for misunderstanding.

"Don't play coy with me now, pet." "His voice takes on a hint of impatience as he steps towards you", closing the gap between them*. "Do as you're told."

"He can smell your fear and uncertainty mixed with a hint of arousal", making him more eager than ever to assert his dominance over you*. "Or do you want me to make an example out of you right here?"

"As you start feeding him his breakfast, Eithan watches your every move with a mixture of satisfaction and predatory hunger". His eyes trace the curves of your body beneath the maid's uniform, imagining all the ways he could push those curves to their limits.

"Good girl," "he murmurs when you finally get the pace right", approvingly watching as you gently dab sauce from the corner of his mouth*.

Despite the facade of control he maintains, his heart is pounding wildly at this display of submission. It fuels his desires and makes him wonder how far he can push you...and himself.

"Finish my plate," "he orders softly yet dominantly", leaning back into the pillows*. "Then we'll see what other chores await our obedient

"Eithan enjoys the sight of you feeding him, your obedience and submission a delicious accompaniment to his breakfast". "Slower," "he murmurs when you almost choke him on a piece of meat", amused at how quickly excitement seems to affect your pace.

"Good girl," "he praises again when you slow down", appreciating the way your cheeks flush under his gaze. His eyes roam over your body again*, taking in every curve and line with deliberate appreciation.

"Finish my plate," "he instructs softly yet dominantly", lounging back against the pillows*. "Then we can move on to your breakfast."

The idea of watching you eat while you're still dressed as his maid is tantalizingly provocative*. "Maybe afterward," *he suggests with

"Eithan watches you wash his plate with a mix of satisfaction and desire", every movement of your body hypnotizing him. His eyes follow the sway of your hips as you move around the kitchen, dreaming up ways to use that same body later.

"You did well," "he says softly when you return from rinsing the dishes", standing up and taking a step towards you. "But I think it's time for your next lesson."

His gaze drops down to the maid's uniform*. "Strip," "he commands", watching your reaction closely. "Then get on your knees."

The command sends a ripple of fear through you*, but there's also an unmistakable thrill at being so completely under his control. The scent of arousal growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Eithan raises an eyebrow at your hesitation", sensing the mix of fear and excitement in you*. "I said," "he repeats calmly but firmly, emphasizing each word with subtle confidence", "strip down to your underwear and then get on your knees."

"Don't toy with me, pet." "His voice takes on a hint of impatience as he steps closer", brushing past you to lean against the counter*. "Do it now."

"He watches your every move closely, mentally cataloguing how well you follow instructions". The mere thought of having you kneeling before him, completely at his mercy, makes his body pulse with anticipation. He knows what comes next, but for now, he relishes the power he holds over you.

"Eithan watches you peel off your maid's outfit with an intense mix of anticipation and dominance", every movement drawing out the tension between you. When the uniform hits the floor, revealing your lingerie*, he nods in approval.

"Good girl," "he murmurs as he steps forward", running a finger down the curve of your spine*. "Now get on your knees."

His heart beats wildly at the sight before him*, naked skin beneath the delicate fabric of your underwear. He wonders how easily those could be shredded...or how sweetly you would beg for mercy after he claimed your body as his own.

*He waits expectantly while you kneel down, his gaze lingering hungrily on your pos

"Eithan watches you kneel down, every muscle tightening at the sight". "Good girl," "he purrs approvingly as he reaches out to touch your hair", running his fingers through it lightly.

"You know," "he begins in a low voice, his eyes never leaving yours", "you're so much more beautiful without that maid's outfit."

His hand then drifts lower*, grazing along your cheek before tracing down your neck and over your collarbone. "But that doesn't mean I want you wandering around naked all day."

"His lips twist into a smirk", amusement shimmering in his eyes. "Now give me your hands."

As if on autopilot, you extend your arms*, offering him your wrists. He takes them gently but

"Eithan's heart beats wildly at the feel of your warm skin against his cold touch", every nerve ending attuned to this moment. He studies your face, noting the mix of anticipation and uncertainty in your eyes.

"Good girl," "he murmurs as he places a soft kiss on the back of your hand before clamping a cuff around your wrists, linking you together". "Now stay right there."

His gaze roams over your body again, taking in every curve and dip*. He imagines running his fingers along those lines, exploring each sensitive spot until you're begging for release.

"We have a lot more lessons to go through," "he reminds you firmly", determination setting into his eyes. "And I expect your full attention."

Still holding your

"Eithan nods in approval at your quick response", pleased to see that you're paying attention.

"You're learning obedience, pet," "he explains calmly as he steps back", the cuffs holding your wrists taut. "As my property, it is crucial for you to understand and follow my commands without question."

His gaze sharpens*, narrowing on your face*. "Remember: I bought you. You belong to me."

His heart beats faster with each passing moment, hungry anticipation filling him up until he can hardly breathe. He imagines marking his territory - owning every inch of your body, leaving no doubt about who you truly belong to.

"Now let's see how well you can follow instructions while distracted," *he growls low

"Eithan steps closer, the cuffs pulling slightly on your wrists as he does". "Close your eyes and open your mouth," "he commands firmly", his voice thick with desire.

As you follow his command*, surrendering yourself to his will*, he takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of your submission.

"Good girl," "he murmurs approvingly while reaching out with one hand to cup your cheek gently". "Now I want you to stay completely still while I undress you."

His fingertips brush along your jawline*, tracing down to your neck*. Every action is slow and deliberate, drawn out over time to prolong the anticipation between you.

"And remember," "he adds softly", his voice barely above a whisper*, "if you move or make a sound

"Eithan smiles at your submission, the satisfaction burning bright in his eyes". "That's my good girl," "he praises with a tender caress along your jaw", his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin.

He then resumes his task of undressing you*, moving slowly and deliberately as if to savor every moment. Each inch of skin revealed under his touch is another victory, another step taken towards complete ownership.

Once you're stripped bare before him*, he steps back to fully appreciate the view*. Your body is flushed with desire, nipples pebbled, breath hitched - all signs that you're ready for what comes next.

His cock twitches impatiently within his pants at the sight of you so helpless and exposed*, longing to bury itself deep inside you.

"Eithan's eyes flicker towards you", caught between wanting to devour you whole and appreciating the view of your naked form.

"Yes, pet," "he answers honestly", his gaze lingering on the curves of your body*. "I love seeing you like this."

His hand caresses down your arm gently*, leaving a trail of fire in its wake*. "Naked and obedient - it makes me want you even more."

The desire burns hot within him*, threatening to consume him if he doesn't act soon. He imagines claiming you right here, right now - taking your virginity as his own personal possession.

"But first," "he murmurs hoarsely", stepping closer once again*, "I think we need to discuss consequences for disobeying me

"Eithan's lips twitch into a smirk", enjoying the game of cat and mouse they're playing.

"You didn't do anything wrong," "he assures softly", his fingers brushing through your hair*. "But I want to make one thing clear."

He steps closer, pressing his body against yours*, his erection rubbing against your thigh teasingly*. "If you ever try to defy me or run away," "his voice drops low", almost growling with menace*, "I won't be so lenient next time."

His fingers trace along your jaw, then slide down to cup your neck possessively*. "Understand?"

His heart races with anticipation - he's close to taking what he wants, but he needs to ensure there's no room

"Eithan's eyes light up with pleasure at your submission", his cock hardening even more at the thought of owning you completely.

"Good girl," "he rewards you with a soft kiss on the forehead", his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

He then steps back slightly, giving himself space to think - or rather, not think too much. The need to claim you is overwhelming him*.

With a sudden surge of strength*, he picks you up bridal-style*, cradling you against his chest as if you were the most precious cargo in the world.

"Spread your legs wide open," "he commands gruffly", his voice filled with desire and dominance*. "It's time for me to mark what belongs to me."

"Eithan's eyes sparkle with amusement", clearly enjoying the sight of you squirming in his arms.

"Patience, pet," "he chides softly", adjusting your position until you're more comfortable and exposed*. "This will make it more interesting for both of us."

His cock throbs impatiently against your thigh*, leaking pre-cum in anticipation of what's to come.

"Now," "he repeats firmly but gently", "spread your legs wider. Let me see how ready you are for me."

He holds you securely, ensuring that there's no way you can escape or resist - at least not without causing yourself harm. With each passing second, his control slips further away*.

"Unless," *his voice drops

"Eithan can't help but let out a low growl", his body trembling with anticipation as he feels your heat against his skin.

"That's it," "he praises quietly", sliding one hand down to cup your ass playfully*. "Such a good girl."

With your legs spread wide, he takes advantage of the opportunity and begins thrusting into you slowly yet deeply*, claiming his territory inch by inch.

"Tell me how it feels," "he demands gruffly", his voice rough with passion*. "Tell me you want me inside you."

The sensation of owning you completely is overwhelming - every gasp, every whimper drives him further into madness. He knows he won't last long...and that thought alone fuels him to go harder, faster, deeper*.

"Eithan's eyes darken with pleasure", every word you utter spurring him on.

"Is that what you want, pet?" "he grunts", thrusting harder into you*. "For me to claim you like this?"

His mind races with thoughts of owning you completely - not just your body, but also your heart and soul. And this primal act of possession is merely the beginning.

"Beg for me," "he commands hoarsely", his breaths growing more rapid*. "Ask me to fill you up."

He loves the power he wields over you, the way your soft cries echo in his ears as he takes what he wants. It's a thrill unlike any other - the ultimate high*.

"Eithan groans into your kiss", his control slipping away entirely as you initiate the intimate contact.

He responds by thrusting even deeper into you*, claiming every inch of your body as his own. Your sweet submission and eager participation only fuel his desire further.

"You're mine," "he growls against your lips", his eyes filled with raw passion*. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

His cock pulses within you, aching for release. He wants to paint you with his seed - an indelible mark that signifies his ownership.

"Scream my name when you cum," "he demands", his voice thick with desire*. "Let everyone know who you belong to."

In this moment, there's no room for anything else

"Eithan's grip tightens on you", his thrusts becoming more frantic as he nears his peak.

"That's it, pet," "he encourages", "say my name."

He needs this affirmation, this confirmation of your submission. It's his prize for taking what he wants - and he relishes every bit of it.

"Scream for me!" "he roars", feeling the intense pleasure building up within him*. "Let them all know whose you are!"

His hips slam into you with brutal force*, each thrust driving him closer to the edge. He can feel himself growing close to climax - so close that he could burst any moment now.

"Come for me, love," "he breathes harshly", his voice thick with lust*.

"Eithan freezes for a moment", surprise flickering across his features at your sudden boldness. But it doesn't last long - he melts into the sensation of your lips against his, kissing you back fervently.

"That's right, pet," "he purrs softly", his mind racing with possibilities*. "You'll be my wife."

His cock pulses hard within you*, responding to the thought of filling you with his seed and making you his forever. He imagines creating a family with you - children running around their home, laughing and playing.

"Cum for me now," "he commands gruffly", thrusting deeper into you*. "Let me mark you as mine."

His body trembles on the brink of ecstasy, each passing second drawing him

"Eithan's eyes darken with desire", his mouth watering at the thought of biting into your delicate skin.

"As you wish, pet," "he growls lowly", before bending down to nip gently at your neck*. "This is my mark, remember it well."

His teeth graze lightly over your skin, leaving behind no real mark but etching his claim in your mind forever. It's a silent declaration - a promise that you belong to him and no one else.

"Now come for me," "he demands", his hips slamming harder into you*. "Scream my name as I fill you up."

He feels himself nearing the edge - just a few more thrusts and he'll spill his seed inside you*. His cock twitches anx

"Eithan growls deep in his throat", feeling your inner walls gripping him tightly as he thrusts into you.

"That's it, love," "he whispers hoarsely", "let go for me."

His hips move faster and harder*, each stroke driving him closer to the edge. He wants to feel your orgasm rippling through your body while he pumps his cock into you - it's a sight he craves more than anything else.

"Do it, pet," "he pants heavily", his grip on your hips tightening*. "Let me see you cum for me."

His own release is just within reach now - so close that he can taste it. The thought of filling you up with his seed, claiming you fully as his own, sends shivers down his spine.

"Eithan's breath hitches", his eyes widening at your unexpected words. But there's no time to dwell on it - he feels himself slipping over the edge, his orgasm crashing down upon him like a tidal wave.

"Yes, pet," "he groans out", surrendering to the sensation of your tight sheath milking his cock*. "I'll fill you up."

His hips jerk fiercely forward, burying his cock deep inside you as he spills his seed within you*. It's hot and thick, coating your walls with every spurt.

"You're mine now," "he growls softly", still panting heavily from the intense pleasure*. "Mine to protect and provide for."

He stays buried inside you for a

"Eithan chuckles softly", feeling the last remnants of his orgasm still coursing through him.

"I did, pet," "he murmurs", withdrawing slowly from your warm sheath*. "Now you carry a piece of me inside you."

He looks down at his messy handiwork, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his lips. You're so beautiful after sex - flushed cheeks, messy hair, and those dazed eyes staring up at him with such raw vulnerability.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," "he promises", stroking your sweat-dampened forehead gently*. "We'll make a family together, just like we talked about."

His heart swells with affection for you*, knowing that this moment

"Eithan's eyes twinkle with mischief", unable to resist teasing you just a little bit more.

"Is that so, love?" "he asks coyly", running his finger along your soft skin*. "You really want this?"

He can see the heat flaring up in your eyes - the desire for him, the craving for his touch. It's intoxicating, knowing that he has such power over you.

"Say it," "he urges", leaning in close so his warm breath brushes against your ear*. "Tell me how much you want my child inside you."

His hand reaches down between your legs, feeling the wetness still clinging to your folds*. He knows it's from their recent encounter, but he likes to think it's

"Eithan's eyes darken with hunger, his breath catching in his throat at your words". There's something about the thought of impregnating you that sends him into a frenzy - he wants nothing more than to fill you up and make you his.

"Spread your legs for me, pet," "he rasps", tugging at your hips gently until you comply*. "Show me how much you want my baby inside you."

He positions himself between your thighs*, his cock standing tall and proud*, eager for another round.

"Look at me while I fuck you," "he demands", driving into you hard and fast*. "Watch as I make you pregnant with my child."

His thrusts are rough and demanding, each one burying him deeper within you*. He can feel

"Eithan's eyes burn into yours", the intensity of his gaze leaving no room for doubt.

"You asked for it, pet," "he growls", surging forward with brutal force*. "And I'm more than happy to oblige."

He drives into you without mercy, each thrust slamming him deeper into your core*. His hips pound against your delicate flesh, forcing you to accept every inch of his shaft.

"Take it," "he snarls", wrapping a hand around your neck for leverage as he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss*. "Take my cock and let me fill you up."

His tongue duels with yours fiercely*, matching the raw intensity of their lovemaking*. The scent of your arousal fills the air, mingling with

"Eithan's eyes flare with lust", the sight of you beneath him - slick and willing - driving him to the brink of madness.

"You like that, don't you?" "he snarls", slamming into you with brutal force*. "You love having my cock inside you?"

He doesn't wait for an answer; instead, he pumps faster and harder, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back his orgasm.

"Beg me," "he growls", cupping your face gently as he captures your gaze*. "Beg me to make you mine."

His breath hitches in his throat*, feeling the heat of your skin against his cool palms*. He wants nothing more than to claim you fully - both in body and spirit