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pjisskullourful · 2 months ago

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🩸part 3/? [series masterpost]

Damiano × reader

NSFW🔥 filthy unholy supernatural fuckery

° Damiano David/female reader insert

° weeks 20 through 22 of your pregnancy with a vampire-human hybrid

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° [ITA:] preziosa: precious - cara: dear

- WEEK 20 -

You were walking around a brand new apartment. Familiar items caught your eye as you tried to commit this floorplan to memory, your wide eyes darting all around so as to not miss any details.

Damiano had been teasing this new home for you for a while. He had assured you that you would be moving somewhere new, but had never promised it by a set date. His critiques of your apartment had increased substantially, comparing it to the far superior new apartment that had only been an abstract concept to you.

Until now. Until you were walking through the renovated apartment a few floors down from his penthouse. You weren’t going to be living with him - it would be foolish to think something like that would happen, he was still definitely not your boyfriend. But he wanted you and the baby you were carrying closer to him. He had made it inescapably clear that your apartment wasn’t good enough for any child of his - saying the same about your waitressing job, forcing you to resign.

Now you would be living rent-free in a neighbourhood you had never hoped to afford. He had organised removalists, getting your things in place amongst what he had bought to fill out the spacious apartment. All that you had to move from one home to another was your body.

You were now physically moving into a new stage of your life. Very little was familiar and you were even more uncertain than you had been four months ago.

You found him in the master bedroom, looking very comfortable and not even slightly out of place as he sat on the bed that was larger than any you had ever owned. He smiled at the sight of you, which always made you think he was up to something. You gave the room a thorough look over, noting the books on pregnancy that rested on your nightstand. There were things that you had owned for years, like a purple and green painting created by a high school friend whom you no longer spoke to. Some photographs had been framed and put on display (capturing happy memories of you with your best friends, Sebastian and Sally), but none of them featured Damiano.

“You’re showing more.” He said, getting your attention.

You stopped looking at the collection of modest necklaces draped over a jewellery tree. Now you looked down at your tummy, which was definitely getting rounder with each passing day - but it didn’t appear to be straining against the fabric of your hoodie, demanding to be noticed. You ran a hand down your front, feeling the home of your mysterious child. “Am I?”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you gonna take that as the compliment I meant it to be, or is this going to be an excuse for you to go into one of your annoying spirals?”

“If you say that it’s a compliment, then it is, Sir.” You said, resting your hand at the top of your bump.

“Good. How about you come over here and let me admire you some more?” It wasn’t a request and you acted accordingly. “Give me more to compliment.”

He didn't hesitate in grabbing the bottom of your jumper and immediately pulling it up, away from your body. You lifted your arms above your head, putting up no resistance to his efforts and soon the garment was removed. He tossed it aside and as soon as his hands were available, they went to your tummy. The cool metal of his numerous rings contrasted with the warmth of his fingers, lovingly cupping your stomach.

"It's so pretty. Do you have any idea how much this suits you?" He asked, slowly caressing your skin. You snagged your lower lip between your teeth as you watched him, he was so genuine in this moment that you couldn't help feeling a few butterflies in your stomach. It was the sunshine that could blind you, it could make you forget all of his snarky or downright hurtful comments.

"If I had known how fuckin' gorgeous you would look pregnant, I would have started breeding you that first night you let me have you." He said and the intensity of his gaze, coupled with how he traced his fingertips up-and-down your exposed sides, elicited shivers from you. The excitement surged down your spine and your nipples were soon standing at attention beneath your bra.

“Really?” You asked.

“Absolutely, honey.” He said, letting you feel his fingernails drag lightly against your skin.

“What would you have done?” You asked.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you in close. You licked your lips and rested your hands on his shoulders. Before you could begin to think of your next move, he was making his - twisting his body and forcing you to move from your spot. You didn’t resist the way that his hands guided you, bringing you down to the bed. You laid out flat on your back, feeling your breath coming in quicker as the atmosphere in this unfamiliar room seemed to shift. The way he was looking at you made you want to squirm.

“I would have put you into a lovely mating press and just pounded myself dry on you.” He said.

You furrowed your brow. “What’s a- have we ever done that before?”

He rolled his eyes. “Literally, you have had the most uninspired idiots screwing you.” He placed himself on his knees, down by your legs. “Mating press is achieved by you raising these…” He didn’t ask if you were interested in a live demonstration, he just grabbed your ankles and got to work repositioning you.

“Yep, we want them nice and high.” He said, lifting your legs until your ankles were almost at your shoulders. Even though you still wore pants and underwear, you were feeling very exposed as your blood went coursing into new areas. “Then I would come in here…” He moved into the space beneath your ass. “And my legs overlap yours as I kind of squat…”

He placed himself partially on top of you, your gut tightening as you took notice of how your genitals were now lined up. His hands remained on your ankles, keeping you locked into this position.

“I would hold onto your legs like this. Do you see how that would give me deeper penetration?” He asked, looking down at you as you wondered if he had seen the way you had started to tremble. “And it’s perfect for me to keep driving my cock into you while also pulling you onto it.” He grabbed your hip and jerked you up, making your breath hitch. “Do you get it now, preziosa?”

“Yeah.” You said. “But…”

He was smirking as he let go of your hip, raising this hand to your face and rubbing his thumb over your lower lip. “Just say it.” You began smiling too - he always swore that telepathy was a myth, but there were times when his ability to guess what you were thinking was truly uncanny. “Say it and if you ask nicely enough maybe I’ll do it."

He pushed his thumb into your mouth and you instantly wrapped your lips around it. "Say that you want me to show you every single way that I've fantasised about breeding you."

"Please, that's what I want, Sir." You said.

He swooped down, taking his thumb away from you so that he could kiss you. His lips crushed against yours and the pressure on your legs increased, before he was pulling away.

You craved more, but before you could begin to complain, he was taking off his tank top. With his hands gone, you lowered your legs to a more natural position and grabbed for the waistband of your yoga pants, working them down. You swiftly got naked with him.

He let you secure a few more kisses before he was bending you back into position. You were looking into his eyes as you rested your hands on your raised calves, a feeble attempt to brace yourself for what would come next. Your pussy was spread and you felt the pressure building up in your body before he got on top of you.

He perched in front of you, parts of your bodies overlapping. One hand held your leg while the other went to his dick, guiding it towards your cunt. Working forward, he filled his shaft into you. His legs pushed into yours as he kept coming closer.

He was going all the way in, seemingly wanting to find out how much you could take immediately. And he faced no resistance from you - your very sensitive body was so receptive to him, spawning appreciation for every sensation. His eyes were alight with excitement as he moved to get his hips pressed right up against you.

“Good girl, taking me so deep.” He purred. No longer needing his hand on his dick, he instead put it to your other leg. “You look just as fuckin’ amazing like this as I had imagined. I don’t even care that I can’t breed you a second time, I still wanna unload into you and mark that pussy up as my property, even more than it already is.”

In addition to feeling how his dick twitched between your walls, you could see the cracks in his façade that indicated how he wanted to lose control. His breath was coming in quicker, with less consistency. The way that his eyes had begun to dart all over your body hinted at how his thoughts were racing.

“Will you let me do that?” He asked.

You didn’t have the chance to answer before he was stunning you with a sudden jerking of his hips. It was more than you were ready for, your mouth falling uselessly open.

“Will you?” He asked, rocking back ever so slightly.

His hips snapping sharply into you surprised you all over again, evoking tingles through your body. As your breath halted, you forgot to answer him.

“Will you?” He repeated as he delivered another powerful jolt into your cunt.

You were more than ready to surrender to him, your chest swelling as your desires climbed higher. “Yes.” It was difficult to get your voice above a strained whisper right now. “Yessir.”

This was enough for him to set into a consistent tempo, his hands fiercely gripping your legs as he jackhammered his dick into you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your cunt hugging tighter to him. Spellbound by everything that you were feeling, your body had begun to clench.

You were being stretched and pulled, it was all so overwhelming, in the best way possible. You let the fire build up inside of you.

At the feeling of his pointer finger resting on your stomach, you opened your eyes. He was staring down at it.

"What's in there?" He asked.

You arched your back, beginning to try meeting his bucks. “Your baby, Sir.”

“Yeah, because I got you good and pregnant, didn’t I?” He asked.

“So pregnant.”

Everything was coming at you so fast with no opportunity to gain your bearings. Your mind was filled with sparks of excitement, making it impossible for you to string together a coherent thought. All that you knew was to keep your hips in motion, needing to serve his desires.

You chased one intimidating collision after the other, knowing that you could fall apart at any second. You rocked your hips with him as he caressed his fingers across your developing belly.

This position gave him all of the control that he needed and he was soon finding the correct angle. You cried out in response to him snapping into your sweet spot. Your head slumped back and it felt like your legs were starting to go numb.

Your whimpers were coming in louder and more frequently as you faced the greatest threats to your composure. His passion possessed you as your own noises mixed with his breathy moans to fill your ears. Even with your eyes shut, you were hyper-aware of him, his presence imposing on you and never losing its importance.

As your sensitive walls clung to him, you felt the precum spilling into you, his tip driving in so deep with every determined movement. His fingernails were digging into the skin of your thighs as his tempo remained intact, just as dedicated to making you a ruin.

You cried out, your desperation taking you over, assuming dominance as everything else fell away. “Please, please…”

“What’s that, my little pet?” He asked.

“Need- gonna cuh-um, need you to-...” More words got stuck in your throat and your toes were curling. “Plea-please let me.” The rest came out as nonsense whines.

These transformed into ecstatic screams when he gave you the signifying slap on your ass. The walls were crashing down all around you and with a couple more thrusts, you secured the freedom of your orgasm.

He didn’t let you peacefully float away, still spanking you as he powered between your clenching walls. While you were slumping, he rocked forward, more of his weight pressing on your elevated legs. You were so small, trapped beneath his frenzied body and he was only getting closer. He strived to be buried in so deep, letting your cunt milk the orgasm out of him.

He reached his peak with a series of breathless cursing, his load shooting into you. He remained on top of you, still buried so deep. You secured some relief for yourself by lowering your legs, moving them to lie out on either side of him. You began to catch your breath, steadily coming down.

Finally he sat up a little, planting his hands on the mattress and extending his arms. But he didn't move much further away. You opened your eyes, seeing the way that he was hovering over you, observing you.

He drew a gasp out of you when he snapped his hips into you. You spasmed under him, your mouth hanging open.

Then he jerked into you again. You were kept suspended at this height, unable to prepare yourself for what he might do next.

Before you could calm down any, he gave another buck. His eyes were fixed on you, drinking in your responses as time slowly slipped by.

He licked his lips and rutted forward another time. "We need that cum real fuckin' deep, don't we? I don't want any of that to slip out." He jerked into you. "And you don't want to lose a single drop because you love it, don't you, huh?"

You writhed, tense as you remained on this edge. "Yes, I do, I love it, luh-love it."

"Because you're just a cumslut." He said with another controlled buck.

"Mm-hmm, I am, I am." You whimpered.

He gave you one last powerful thrust then started to pull away with a groan. Your mind felt fried as he moved to lay alongside you. You were shivering and your vision was filled with stars. You felt adrift from reality, not knowing how to come down yet.

"See, now you get it." He said, his voice gentle and you knew he would be in a good mood for a while. "Now you know what a mating press is. So when I say that's how I want to breed you, you'll understand what's coming for you, huh?"

You were still getting your breath back. "Yep, I understand now."

His hand stroked your arm. "Aw, look at you, little girl. Learning exhausts you, huh?"

"That's one way to put it." You said. The tingles were radiating through your body as you rolled onto your side, getting more comfortable, you didn't think it would take much for you to fall asleep.

"I suppose this is the best time to tell you that I have no idea where they put the clean linen." He said.

The yet-to-be-met they, Damiano's underlings, a group of vampires who did errands for him and kept all of his secrets. They had set up this new home for you. You didn't know their names, or how much they knew about you. You weren't sure you would like to meet them.

"Oh, uh, I'm sure I'll find the cupboard it's all in." You said, opening your eyes to look at him beside you. "I really like the apartment, thank you. I'm sure the baby is gonna like it too."

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-WEEK 21 -

"I can't believe you're not going to have a baby shower." Sebastian said. "Why not?"

This wasn't the first time your friend had brought this topic up with you. You were sitting out on your balcony, sharing tea. He had come to see you on his day off from work. He was the first visitor to your new apartment.

You screwed your face up in distaste for the idea. "It's too weird. My situationship got me pregnant. It's not like a typical setup and I'm gonna be answering the same questions over-and-over. I just don't think I'll have that much fun, it will be awkward more than anything else."

"But this is a big deal. We have to celebrate this." He said.

"Did you hear what I just said, like any of it?" You asked.

"No, no. But consider this, Sal and I already have a Pinterest board practically overflowing." He said, picking up his phone. "Check this out."

You squirmed in your seat. "Oh fuck, why can't I think of a pregnancy-related excuse to get me out of this?"

He placed the phone on the table in front of you. "Just look through it, go the whole way through it. And if nothing that you see looks like fun, then we won't do the baby shower."

You picked up your cup of tea, having a drink as you started to look at the screen. "How can Sal hope to plan a baby shower when she's in Bangladesh for the next five months?"

"'Cause it's not a Jane Austen novel and we can be in touch twenty-four-seven."

You didn't get through much of the curated ideas before he was grabbing your hand. A strange expression had come onto his face as his hand squeezed yours.

"Girl, we might need to call the cops." He said, keeping his voice low, his eyes fixed on the space behind you.

"Oh my God, what?" Your breath came in quicker and you wrapped an arm around your tummy.

"Some dude has just walked into your house." He said. "Did you lock the front door after I came in? I don't remem-..."

"Oh, that's Peter." You said upon glancing back over your shoulder and seeing the intruder in question.

It was a member of Damiano's undead entourage, whom you had met briefly before. Peter had been quite aloof then, and he didn't appear terribly happy to see you as you got up, approaching the door back into your apartment. You slid the door open and he met your eye, not faking a smile for even a fraction of a second.

He held up a small brown package for you to see. "Vitamins for you and the baby, before your current supply runs out."

"Oh, wow, thanks. I hadn't even realised I was getting low." You said - it was hard to keep track of all of the medications and vitamins you were beginning your days with.

He was walking through your apartment without hesitation. "I'll put them in the kitchen with the others."

Sebastian had gotten up from the table, sticking his head in the open doorway to look after the stranger. You stood in place, awkwardly frozen. You didn't yet know how to act around these vampires, should you fake it to make this setup seem less strange to Sebastian?

"Hello." He greeted, unafraid of drawing attention to himself.

"This is my best friend, Sebastian. Seb, this is Peter, he works with Damiano." You said.

Peter's face remained fixed in that bored expression. "Lovely to meet you."

"We were just having some tea, if you wanted to…" You didn't know what you were saying, it was a relief when he cut you off.

"I've got a bunch of other tasks that I simply have to get to." Peter said, sounding rehearsed.

"I'll see you later." You said, even though you didn't know when he would pop up next, that's how it was with the others, too.

"So nice to meet you." Sebastian said as Peter was departing. Sebastian was wearing what you recognised as his 'customer service smile'. But this faded in the same instant that the front door shut after Peter. "Who the Hell was that, Peter who?"

You shrugged as you walked over, making sure the door was locked. You didn't know exactly how to describe this person without bringing up too many questions, you had to keep the vampirism under wraps. "Well I don't know his last name. But he's an assistant, or whatever. I don't have much to do with him, there's a lot of people who orbit around Damiano and all that stuff."

"Right." Sebastian said thoughtfully as he crossed his arms. "How many people have a key to this apartment?"

"I have no idea." You said.

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-WEEK 22 -

You hadn't been able to stop staring at your copy of the sonogram images since leaving the medical practice. Through the whole drive home. And during the elevator ride up once in your building - this was how it had escaped your notice that your level was being passed, Damiano had selected the number for his floor. With him in your corner vision, you simply began walking, following at his side.

You barely acknowledged that you were inside his penthouse because it didn't matter much to you in this moment. You gazed at the photo of the foetus as if you worried someone was on the verge of snatching it from you, so you needed to memorise all of the details now. You tried to imagine the size of the head you were looking at. You studied the positions of the limbs.

Everyday your baby got realer, not an abstract concept, or a far-off idea. And now you were looking at her.

"She's perfect." Damiano said, standing behind you. His arms wrapped around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder, staring at the image with you. "Did you hear the doctor say that part, cara? Or were you just too distracted by all your little ideas for a daughter?"

You smiled as his hands moved onto your belly. You had been waiting to find out the gender of your child, ready for this aspect to get to know them better. Now you knew what colour blankets to imagine them wrapped in when you were holding them in your arms. And so many other plans.

"I heard that part." You said.

His lips were on your cheek, tender and slow. "You're growing a perfectly healthy baby for me."

"A daughter." You said. You knew he didn't need to be reminded but you couldn't resist the urge to say it, say what was stuck in your head.

"Daughter."

"Are you happy that we're having a girl?" You asked.

"Mm-hmm. She's going to be the most precious, pretty, pampered princess of a baby girl to ever exist. Think of all the adorable little outfits, think of all those sparkles." He said.

You were beaming as you turned your face to look at him. "It's gonna be so cute."

"She's gonna redefine cute."

You were feeling full of tingles and the smile was still stuck on your face, he was smiling back. You started to lean in and he met you in the middle, kissing you with his arms firmly around you. One kiss melted into another and you were turning around to face him. You were dazzled by how these kisses lingered, how he was letting you indulge.

You wanted to bottle this feeling to have it forever. Euphoria like this was rare for you, it was so powerful yet so pure. You weren't anticipating when it would crash down and shatter all around you. You wondered if it would be like this once your daughter was born - would you be giddy, living in a different state of mind to what you had assumed was your permanent home?

Right now it felt like no darkness could touch you and you wanted to bask in this sunlight with him.

You were chest-to-chest with him, taking a pause for air. You saw the way he was looking into your eyes, you felt the way he was holding you - you began to kiss him again. Your hand moved to the back of his neck, your other still clutched to the photo, held between your two bodies.

The heat grew until he was taking you towards the bedroom. Your hand grasped keenly to his, you were accelerating together. You placed the picture down on the bedside table, then joined him on the mattress. Your lips crashed against one another as hands started to explore bodies, pushing under clothes.

"My little pet." He said before swiping his tongue between your lips. "Let me see your wonderfully breedable body." He gave your top lip a suck then pulled back a little.

You grabbed for the bottom of your stretchy dress, shedding it swiftly. His hands reached around you, his fingers going for the clasp of your bra. Your heart skipped and fluttered as you pushed your hands in under his shirt, your fingers discovering that tattooed skin. He took your bra off before you hastily removed his shirt.

Kneeling before each other on the bed, you shared more rushed kisses. You put a hand to the back of his head, wanting to keep him where he was as you tapped into more desires. Your tongue pushed into his mouth as his hands were exploring across so much bare skin. You weren’t surprised when he applied his palm to the side of your protruding tummy, his fingers caressing you here.

He further proved how gentle he could be, his fingers gliding down the length of your spine. As he tenderly rubbed along this natural line, you couldn’t help but feel the beginnings of tingles. Your body felt so appreciated in his hands, only adding to the dreamy happiness inside of you.

Your tongue slid and massaged against his, the hunger spreading out even further. His hand moved lower than your back, his firm fingers arriving upon your butt. You flicked your tongue up, repeatedly dragging it across the roof of his mouth. At the same time he grabbed your cheek, squeezing at a spot still concealed by your panties.

You slowly separated from his mouth when you felt him guiding the waistband down. You didn’t resist this action, putting a little distance between your bodies to make the process easier for him. Once he had the lingerie around your knees, you shifted your positioning. You leaned forward, reaching for the panties with one hand and bracing yourself with the other.

“Actually, stay like that for a minute, could you?” He said before you could pull your knees out of the leg holes.

You were confused as you paused, looking at him for more information. He had moved over, sitting at your side. He kept his hands to himself, for the moment it was his eyes doing the exploring.

“Fuck, that’s perfect. Look at the curve of your belly.” He said, his eyes going back-and-forth on how your tummy was freely hanging. “That’s art. It might be better than any art I’ve seen before.”

You were flattered, starting to border on feeling embarrassed - he could make this too much in less than a second. You tried to not move around more than what was necessary, not wanting to disrupt his viewing as you took the panties entirely off. You kept your knees on the bed, lying your palms down again.

“I just can’t get over how sexy your body is like this.” He said, his fingers ghosting over your skin. “And I get to enjoy it for another five months? I want to put you on a pedestal so I can admire you like a statue.” You could feel the blush in your cheeks and the motion of his other hand got your attention a little. “But at the same time, I also want to… looking at you like this, it makes me want to…”

You had been keeping quiet, worried of how inarticulate you would sound compared to him. But that went away now. “Fuck?”

He nodded, showing you one of his big grins, the type where his lower lip curled temporarily out of sight. “Yeah. You don’t even have to move for me, I’ll just move around here and…”

He moved out of your line of sight, placing himself behind your elevated ass. You lowered your elbows down to the bed, gaining more support for yourself as you awaited his next move.

You felt one of his hands grab your hip, the fingers clenched as an indication of his lust. The next thing you felt were his bare thighs pressing up against the backs of your legs.

His other hand directed his cock to your cunt. You felt the firmness of his tip press against your entrance. But he didn’t go inside at once. He rubbed himself on your opening, teasing you as well as coating himself in your slippery essence.

“This body was made for breeding.” He said, starting to stretch your walls apart, his member plunging into you.

You licked your lips as the eager heat crept through more of your system. You reminded yourself of the importance of patience, holding your body still because you needed to be obedient for him.

His body weight eased into yours and he grabbed your other hip with that same determined grip. Your walls parted to take him in as deep as he liked, inches disappearing all at once. Then he retracted a bit, rocking back on his knees. Instantly he plunged forward again, moving in even deeper, making your breath hitch.

“Fuck, how am I supposed to hold back when you look like this?” He asked, releasing your hips so he could run his hands up-and-down your sides. Potentially, his touch lingered a little longer on the sides of your belly.

“Don’t.” You said as you looked over your shoulder at him. “Don’t hold back.”

“Oh that’s right, cara. How could I be so stupid to forget that I can treat you like a slut?” He said.

He grinded against your ass, his hands still caressing your curves. You were nicely settling into this feeling of being full. Your cunt had conformed to his shape.

When his hands drifted back down to your hips, he held them, making them his focus point as his exploring concluded. You saw the eager look on his face, the corners of his lips curved upwards as he swung his hips back. He pulled on your hips, dragging you back at the same time as he worked himself forward again. This gave you the most exciting collision yet, and you writhed against him, enjoying the way this had a ripple effect through your body.

He didn’t wait to strike himself into you again, burying himself deep for a fleeting moment. He started to move consistently, establishing the pace of fucking. As he did this, you felt him pulling and angling your hips. You didn’t need any further invitation to start moving your body with him. You rocked your hips, picking up the momentum he was building.

Working together saw you tapping into a faster speed. The collisions were coming in rapidly and with a heightened intensity. You jolted into him with all of the strength that you had, feeling the pull of chaos as the desire to abandon everything but lust grew greater.

The relentless stroking of his cock was shepherding new sensitivities into your body. The walls of your pussy were clenching harder as a result, keen to gain even more from the current stimulation. And this squeezing raised his excitement, prompting him to rut into you even quicker.

It was dazzling, yet daunting at the same time. The energy inside of you was all-consuming, beginning to drown out the majority of your thoughts. Your body didn’t stop moving, feeling seconds of clarity when he got closer to your sweet spot.

As you let him continue to guide you, your hands clenched around the bedsheets, reflecting the tension rising inside you. His hands were so tight on your hips that you thought he could leave bruises if he kept this up for too long. But you didn’t raise this concern with him. Because you weren’t thinking about it for long. You weren’t thinking of much, all of your concentration was going towards your goal of keeping up with him. You worked to meet his every buck, keeping in motion as the lust demanded.

“Oh.” He loudly moaned as he plunged in deep enough for his balls to hit your ass.

It took your breath away, wanting to devastate you immediately. Even as your body trembled, because you were up on that edge of too much, you made yourself keep going. Stopping wasn’t an option so you thrusted with him repeatedly.

“Fuck.” Your whine was somewhat muffled as you buried your face into the bed.

You went completely brainless when you felt him ram into your sweet spot. You grinded your butt back, lengthening this moment of perfection. Your walls spasmed in response to this powerful stimulation and you started to feel the extra warmth of his precum being massaged into you.

He didn’t rest here, seeking out more than just bottoming out. He returned to his speed, his jackhammering losing some of its smoothness - but that power was maintained.

“Please.” You whined, fixated on the concept of falling apart.

But he was distracted by the view of his own finish line, no notice given to your climax.

“That’s it darling, that’s it. Ah, tha… ah-hm.” He moaned, more of his cum leaking into you.

His movements grew jerkier as he started to consistently paint the inside of you. That driving pace was abandoned as he sought for your clenching pussy to take him to completion.

You squirmed through the neverending overwhelming sensations. Your arms were shuddering wildly, an involuntary side effect of the pressure in your body. You had clenched your jaw as holding your orgasm back started to feel like a physical effort.

He was flooding into your cunt, sputtering ecstatic nonsense. The freedom he was experiencing felt so far from you, it was almost cruel.

But you wouldn’t accuse him of this. If you were going to give your voice to anything currently, it would be to beg him.

But that didn’t prove to be necessary. Before his climax had totally faded out, he delivered the spank on your ass that gave you permission to surrender to your own release. Feeling the sharp slap brought to your mind the image of a match being struck to bring a flame.

And that was how you felt: consumed by fire as the climax hit you on so many levels. Your cunt spasmed around him and you were elated to let it all go.

The way that he still writhed against you kept this from being a short climax. You could fully indulge, disappearing into the perfection. His tip was rubbing into what felt like every available spot, as if he didn’t want a single sensitivity to be overlooked. Or else he was just lengthening the time that he got to spend between your fluttering walls. Either way, there was no reason for you to protest.

As soon as it was over, the sense of exhaustion dominated you. The adrenaline fled from your body. You started to lie down instantly after feeling him pull away from you.

You only paid a brief amount of attention to him as you felt him lying down next to you. You concentrated on catching your breath, not caring that he wasn’t going to initiate any hint of tender touching.

“I would like to say that I don’t know what came over me.” He said. “That cliché that kind of lets me play the gentleman for a second or two. But we both know what came over me.”

“Yeah, you’ve totally given up on trying to hide, or even being subtle, about your breeding kink.” You said.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asked.

“I don’t think you’re gonna hear me complain, I’m still getting off.” You said.

“I feel the need to compliment you lately.” He said and you noticed that he had rolled over closer to you. “And some compliments have a lot of words, but others have no words.”

You nodded, unsure of what he wanted you to say. You were getting distracted by the look in his eyes.

You didn’t shy away from the way that he caressed your cheek, redirecting your face so that you were looking more directly at him. You lifted your head from the pillow, meeting his lips.

You liked when he surprised you like this, giving you more affection than you would expect from him.

He was relentless with his kisses, giving you no time to catch your breath. You worked to keep up with him as his body came in closer, his arms encircling you. His energy clearly conveyed without a word, it seemed he had some unspent lust to offer you.

Your senses were dominated by him again, and you didn't think to resist. You just enjoyed how both of his lips felt massaging your top lip. He eased himself on top of you and you found how easy it was to fall into sync with him again.

He introduced motion by slowly grinding his hips on yours. You wrapped your arms around him and he let you enjoy more of this intimacy. He had time for you, you didn’t feel that he was about to kick you out, deciding he was done with you. For now, you were important to him and you savoured the feeling without question.

You parted your legs, allowing him more space to get comfortable in his current position. As he kept up his slow but purposeful grinding, you began to notice that he was erect again. At first the shaft was just brushing against you, then it was rubbing. You encouraged him without breaking the kiss, instead sliding your tongue into his mouth. You massaged your tongue against his and it seemed that he applied extra pressure with his body in response.

He adjusted the angle of his hips, and his hard dick resting on you got even more noticeable. Your thoughts were coming in faster and you were trying to guess what you should prepare for.

He didn’t leave you waiting in anticipation for very long. As his tip started to work you open, you felt like you could melt again. He pulled back from your lips with a gasp and you kept your eyes shut, concentrating purely on how it felt to have him moving deeper into you. The more that your cunt was filled, the more your entire body was filled with that warm and tingle-infused aroused heat.

“Preziosa…” He sighed and he sounded so pleased with you already. He bowed his head down to your neck, kissing you here as you steadily adjusted to having him inside again. Your already sensitive cunt fluttering around his length.

Your heart rate quickly picked up speed, because having his lips on your throat reminded you of having his fangs in the same spot.

But no pain came. Instead of biting you, his energy was going to how his hips were moving. He was establishing the best pacing to stroke into your cunt, tapping into a consistency that you found a lot of enjoyment in.

He got settled, finding a range of movement that he could maintain. His rutting gained more confidence and power, his body colliding with yours with greater impact.

As he was rocking down into you, you felt the pressure spreading to your clitoris. The nerve-endings so ready to have something to react to. The heat in you increased and your muscles keenly began to tense again.

You held onto him tighter, surrendering into the lust with all of the energy that you did have. When you started to move your goal wasn’t to match him. You were just writhing to see how much better you could make all of this feel. The effort immediately gave you results. You rode this exciting escalation, the pleasure going straight to your head, and there were no concerns of coming down too soon.

You could keep yourself in motion, dedicating yourself to the same peak that he was driven toward. You had begun to tremble, both inside and out. These only got more noticeable with each time you met his thrusts.

Your efforts were marked by whines and you were desperate to keep going, to keep feeling that friction between your bodies. Your clitoral hood was throbbing with need and you could see sparks flying in the darkness behind your eyelids.

He maintained his role as the leader, picking up speed with how fast he plunged between your sensitive walls. His kisses were starting to become punctuated by loud gasps, his breath currently failing him. But he didn’t try to change this. Instead he just kept striking his hips against you and expected you to not fall too far behind.

He was panting as he spoke, capturing all of your attention. “Little girl.” When you opened your eyes, you found that he had lifted his head so he could look down at you. His eyes burned with intensity, fixed on the reactions playing across your face. He could watch you without compromising on his relentless pacing, the thrusts coming in seemingly automatically.

“Can you take it?” He asked. “Can you take me?”

You moved your hands to his taut shoulders, feeling like you needed extra help to keep yourself somewhat grounded - losing yourself would be so easy. “Yes, yes, yea- um, but I’m- I think that I’m getting close.”

He wore a smile as he brushed strands of your hair away from your forehead. “Aw, is it feeling a little too good for you?” He placed both of his palms on the mattress and straightened his arms, holding his torso away from yours. Below your waist, he remained very close. He grinded down, giving you an intense pressure, which made you shake with even more power. You thought he knew exactly what he was doing, the turmoil he was inflicting on you.

“Are you having so much fun that you could come?” He asked, spending a little longer at the greatest depth before rocking back to resume his fast thrusting.

“Mm, mm-hm.” You feebly responded.

“But I’m not done fucking this pussy yet, no where near close to done.” He said. “There’s still so much fun for me to have.”

You shut your eyes because you needed some respite from the intensity that his stare created. “Yes, you don’t have to stop, but please don’t make me try to hold it back, please.”

He didn’t have any response to this desperate request - it was unusual for him to be at a loss for words. As he kept going without falter, you tried to figure out if he was ignoring you. Or maybe the words had only sounded loud to your ears.

You opened your eyes. “Sir?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I heard you.”

“So…please?”

“I’ll think about it.” He said before he brought his lips to yours.

You feebly kissed him back, your continued efforts making you whine and sigh. You couldn’t balance yourself out, his every quick movement only drawing your attention to how frayed your nerves felt.

“Please?” You tried again, unable to concentrate on kissing him while everything around you wanted to fall down. “Please, Sir? Please?” There was an amused look on his face but he didn’t say anything back. “Please, please.”

You kept begging, even as you tried a new approach - because maybe there was a certain amount of times he wanted to hear you say it.

You hoped the key to your climax was to make him come. Your cunt squeezed him tight and you attempted to match his jackhammering, giving him more friction.

“Fuck.” He burst out.

There was a brief disruption in his momentum, his hips stuttering then he dropped his speed altogether. You held your breath as you waited, watching how he squeezed his eyes shut.

But you didn’t experience that sensation of his essence filling into your cunt. You kept repeating your pleas, holding yourself as still as him as you remained so aware of that unbelievable edge.

Then he let out a sigh and the muscles in his arms flexed. When you saw him start to smile, you knew this pause was reaching its end and you didn’t know how you were going to cope with what would come next. He opened his eyes and they were just as focused and dark as before.

There was no time given to warming back up to movement, he simply readjusted his body weight and got back to the same reckless speed. You were tender in every inch of your body and your first reaction was to remain still. You were too overwhelmed to know how to move, even the automatic and instinctual movements felt like too much for you. Each pound from him stunned you all over again.

You shut your eyes again, wild tremors dominating your body. It felt like you had been positioned at the top of a rushing waterfall, then told you couldn’t get swept away by the water, but your only assistance outside of your body was a single piece of rope. This challenge felt impossible and there was only so much you could take, you just kept feeling weaker.

“Please, please…” You never stopped saying it, never stopped looking forward to when you got to surrender. “Please Sir, please…”

Each of his powerful ruts into you was a new reason to fall apart, every time you felt the widespread effects. Your pussy spasmed as you went far beyond the point of overstimulated.

The rushing waterfall wanted to sweep you away and you simply wanted to let go of the rope. You were ready to surge into the conclusion.

“Tuh…” You spat out the first syllable through shivering lips. You weren’t happy as you tried again. “Tea-...”

He struck your ass before you could properly begin to say your safe word. You were ecstatic, releasing the rope and letting everything go at once.

You writhed up into his jerking body as you were crushed by the pleasure. You squealed, so thrilled by the relief. Your walls contracted around his shaft, gripping him, even as it felt like your pussy was going to go numb.

You were aware of the sensation of his skin on yours for another moment or so, then every other experience was drowned out by your climax. You lost all awareness, moving into the perfection. It was like a pure white light, streaming into you and keeping you from needing anything else.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Your own voice reached your ears first, but you didn’t know how long you had been saying this. You bit your bottom lip, silencing yourself as consciousness began to trickle back in.

You were given the luxury of time to recover as everything was mostly still around you. He kept himself inside of you but his speedy pumps were paused, for the moment he wasn’t trying to get any further reactions out of you. You appreciated his patience as your other grand reactions had time to play themselves out.

Your mouth was so dry and your lungs were stinging a little, you thought the tiredness from this exertion would last for a while. But you smiled as you began to open your eyes. Because mainly what you were feeling was satisfaction, on each conceivable level.

He was watching you, a bit of distance between your bodies. His smile had faded slightly, but he didn’t appear displeased. He was just waiting - it felt practically chivalrous.

“Damiano…” You sighed, draping your arms around the back of his neck. You didn’t have a complete sentence to tell him, there weren’t any coherent thoughts for you to share.

Your mind was just a flurry of happiness. You felt justified for all of your earlier euphoria and you easily identified him as the source.

You adored the way you were feeling - and by association, him. You would be so content to pretend that no other emotions existed.

“Thank you. I really needed to just come…” You said, not sure if you were making much sense because your mind remained a giddy mess. You kissed him on the cheek, deciding to keep it simple. “Thank you.”

“Yes, I’m very kind, letting you come before I was ready to.” He said.

“I couldn’t help it.” You said, feeling so exposed. “Sorry.”

“Make it up to me.” He said. “Get on top and finish me, honey.”

“Okay.” You said, simply deciding that you were going to get your second wind right now.

There was a sense of duty that got you moving straight away. But you had your own interests in prolonging this pleasure (even if you didn’t think another orgasm was actually attainable for you). You wanted to nurture and preserve this mood, to stay in this happy space with him.

He moved out of you and rolled over, lying flat on his back. There was still a noticeable shake in your limbs as you got yourself into this new position. It took a little extra effort to move your body (the possibility of saying your safe word to make everything stop was still present in your mind).

But you started to see the remaining potential in how hard he still was. The shaft was shiny with your cum, marking him down to his balls. His own cum was visible by a couple of beads at the tip. You settled yourself on top of him and he ran his hands up-and-down your sides, showing you how receptive to his touch you still were.

You could already feel a quiver in your cunt as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. It throbbed in your hand and his chest expanded around an eager inhale. You tensed your thighs and lifted your butt from his legs. His eyes were on your cunt as you started to get it lined up.

You sank down onto him and it was instantly inescapable how sensitive your cunt still was. You shook harder and the ecstasy rushed through you.

“Oh.” You gasped as you moved him deeper into you, your pussy pulsing as it parted for him.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you attempted to compose yourself. You didn’t want to get lost too quickly. You settled your body weight onto him, supporting yourself with your knees on either side of his hips.

Before you could get any false perceptions in your head about how much control you currently had, he started to work himself up into you. At once he showed you the speed that he wanted and you knew your only job would be to not fall off of him.

These sensations ripped through you, getting right to your core. Your gut tightened and you knew there would be no composing yourself now.

His hands had stopped roaming up-and-down your sides, now he was focused on gripping you at your hips. You were feeling more of his power as he established a consistent tempo.

“You have to tell me if you get close again.” He said.

“Mm-hmm, I will Sir.” You rushed to respond.

He was soaring into you, finding the tempo to take him into that next realm of pleasure. He rutted with an energy that you couldn’t even hope to match. Your body was rocked, your breath getting so short as you rocketed from one intense sensation to the next. It was a daunting rise, but you knew that stopping now would be devastating.

You leaned your body weight back and tilted your pelvis, allowing him to explore an alternate angle. This didn’t affect his speed, plunging into you as easily as before. You needed a little extra help, reaching behind you to grab his leg as you gripped him tighter with your thighs. Your other hand went to the side, gathering the bedsheets into your fist.

One of his hands relocated, lying on your swollen belly with the fingers splayed out. His other hand stayed on your hip, the fingernails digging into your skin as he refused to relax his hold. He kept on using your body to get exactly what he needed.

You writhed, going with the feeling of his lust possessing you. You couldn’t go as fast as him, but moving still felt good, subtle shifts contributing to the revelations that came from his tip colliding with your g-spot. You felt like a more active contributor, your body indulging in this unrelenting tempo.

You felt his cum splashing into your cunt and at the same time his legs flinched and shook. He gasped, his hips jutting up higher in a serious threat to your balance.

“Ah, uh- ah.” He cried out, giving one last pump into you, then your walls were being soaked.

You let all of your own tension go, relaxing now that the struggle to stay on top of him was over. His body slumped back onto the mattress as he noisily tried to catch his breath, moans occasionally punctuating this effort.

Even as everything slowed to a still and settled around you, it felt like his orgasm was ringing in your ears. The intensity didn’t simply vanish, it would gradually fade away, leaving the room little-by-little.

Reality was creeping back in, but there was still a beautiful glow that you observed. Maybe he was feeling something similar because he seemed content to remain in this moment with you. When you climbed off of him, he rolled over to face where you lay, placing his hand on your belly. You felt like you were allowed to get comfortable, your eyelids starting to flutter.

“I have more girl names picked out than boys.” You said, your mind naturally going back to the sonogram image as he caressed your pregnant bump.

He gave a little laugh, but it wasn’t condescending and you got your hopes up that he was going to allow you some pillow-talk. “Look at that, you manifested it, huh?”

“You haven’t mentioned any names yet.” You said.

“Darling, I have met someone with literally every name that exists, none of them are new or unique or exciting to me. I have some that I would love to never hear again and I’ll make sure she doesn’t get named anything unfortunate.” He said.

“Is Desdemona on your hate list?” You asked.

He paused and you began preparing yourself to be cut down (and probably mocked). “No. I actually think that’s pretty, it isn’t too typical.”

“Really?” You asked, looking at him.

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it, at all. I kind of like that her initials will be DD like mine.” He said.

“If you change your mind or anything, that’s okay because I’m not, like, married to the idea. It’s not like I’ve had this name picked my whole life.” You said.

“Alright, we can use it as a placeholder. And we still have four more months to make up our minds about what her name must be.” He said.

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