Page 39 of Trapping His Angel

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” I whispered, not wanting to be overheard.

“Well, here I am,” she mumbled.

“Come with me.” I grabbed hold of her hand, wanting to preen when she didn’t flinch from my touch.

I walked her back to our wing of the house in silence, contemplating what I was going to do next. My emotions were in turmoil and all over the place. I’d never felt this way before about anyone.

Especially not a woman.

Isadora kept her head held high as I escorted her inside our bedroom. I led her to the bed in silence, and forced her clothes off her body. She stood still, not saying anything. Her eyes stared off into the distance like she was thinking of something else. Angry, my aggression took hold, and I clenched my jaw tight. I couldn’t open my mouth, for fear I would say too much.

I needed her to understand that she had to stay. There was no going back. I wanted to tie her down with chains, and reached for the ones on this bed. This room had been made and given to me, my specifications met to a T.

“W-wait, Benedikt-” she started, but I ignored her, laying her back.

Her fearful gaze made my cock swell and I gave in to her begging, putting the chains aside. She trembled as I dove straight for the space between her thighs. Naked and open to me, her juicy clit throbbed, begging for attention.

She gasped as my fingers dove inside of her, as I searched for her g-spot, licking her clit at the same time. Her astonished gasps and moans were a symphony to my ears, as I ate her out voraciously. My cock throbbed, waiting for his turn.

I pulled away from her dripping cunt and grabbed hold of my dick. I lined myself up with her slit, and brushed her whitehair off her forehead. “You like it when I breed you?” I growled, sliding deeper inside of her.

“Y-yes,” she panted.

I grabbed hold of her throat, using it as leverage to bottom out inside of her pussy. “Aw, fuck,malen'kiy angel,”I groaned into her ear, satisfaction lacing my tone.

She whimpered. “I-it’s so big.”

I grinned against her neck, taking the compliment. “And it’s going to feel even bigger when I come deep inside this cunt and breed you deep.”

I’d had an image of a pregnant Isadora in my mind for a while, and I just couldn’t shake it.

“Oh, fuck, Benedikt,” she gasped.

Hearing my name on her lips was like an electric spark. I tilted her hips so I could get even deeper, and pounded inside of her. Sweat dripped down my back from my exertion, while Isadora made pained, moaning sounds.

She was close. I could feel it in the gripping of her walls. They throbbed on my cock, causing me to cry out. Ecstasy exploded behind my eyes.

The tightest pussy I’d ever had the pleasure of fucking.

“Beg me,” I demanded. “Say you want to come on my cock, and get pregnant with my seed.” I felt as if I was saying nonsensical phrases.

If there was a church of Isadora, I would be on my knees worshiping at it forever more. This was intense. It felt deeper than just an obsession. I felt Isadora bone deep.

“P-please let me c-cum,” she moaned, thrashing around, chasing her pleasure.

I fucked her harder, crunching her body almost in half. I wanted my come to go deep, and stay there. I could feel it spurting out of me inside of her.

“Cum for me,malen'kiy angel.Cum all over your soon-to-be husband’s cock,” I demanded.

“Alright, I’ll have your baby. I’m coming!” She squealed. Her entire body tensed up.

Upon hearing her declaration, I felt a fire in my veins and my eyes crossed. I roared my orgasm, pumping every bit of my seed as deep into her womb as I could. Panting, I hung my head. I looked at her throat, and blinked in surprise at the blood there.

It seemed I needed something to bite on when I came that hard.

My poormalen'kiy angel’sskin. I rolled off her and headed into the bathroom, ignoring her weak protests. I rummaged through the cabinet until I found some cream. I padded back into the room, and smeared the cream gently on her neck.

I returned it to the bathroom, and brought out some gauze. As much as it pained me to cover up my marks, the wound was deep, and I’d rather it healed. She was probably going to be scarred.