𝐀 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞-𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 | Kenjaku
𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 – 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Kenjaku has always been keen on breeding you, and this time, he's going to ensure it happens
𖤐 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,509
𖤐 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Breeding, Mentions of Pregnancy, Rough Sex, Marking, Biting to Break Skin, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Sex, creampies, third person p.o.v, not beta read
𖤐 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: My first post for Kinktober! I've never participated in this event before, so I'll try my best to post every day. I also wanted to try a new layout for fics and test out writing for many different readers. I don't know if I'll be able to do this with every fic, but I hope it allows other people to participate. Hope you enjoy ♡
𖤐 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𓇢𓆸 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 – 𝐅𝐞𝐦. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐜. 𝐆𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
[𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]
He didn't know how many hours had passed, but Kenjaku didn't care. The only thing that mattered to him, that existed to him, was the inside of this room.
He drove himself deeper into his lover's cunt, his hips moving as if they had a mind of their own. He'd long since lost count of how many times he'd found release, his cum mixing with hers in a sticky mess as it coated both of their thighs and spilled out to stain the futon plush beneath them.
Kenjaku had her legs pushed back as far as they could go, folding them back against her chest as he held her down in a mating press. He mounted her, balancing all of his weight onto her as he pounded relentlessly into her tight heat, the room filling with lewd, wet slapping from his large, swollen balls hitting against her ass.
Kenjaku found her most beautiful in this position - her eyes glossy and unfocused, lips bruised and swollen from the rough, demanding kisses he'd given her, her silky hair splayed out around her head like a halo, just begging to be pulled.
He leaned over her, earning a broken moan as he hit deeper inside of her. "Does that feel good, darling?" He crooned.
"It must. I can feel you squeezing me. You're going to cum again, aren't you?"
Kenjaku only grinned when she didn't answer, only able to formulate a series of slurred gasps and groans.
"Use your words. I know you can do better than that," He said, slowing his pace to a tortuous degree. She whined when he all but stopped inside of her, but she could still feel him twitching and pulsing, desperate for his own release.
"Tell me how good this feels. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up and breed your fertile womb and maybe I'll let you cum again."
With eyes misted with tears from overstimulation, she stared up at him, uncertain whether to glare at him or kiss him. She settled for the latter, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck as she pulled him down, teeth clanking together as their lips met in a passionate, heated kiss.
Kenjaku's eyes closed as their lips melded against one another, breathing life into each other as they fought for dominance.
She took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down suddenly, drawing blood. Kenjaku gave a pleased hum, enjoying the pain and the coppery taste that spread across his tongue. As thanks, he reached for her hair, yanking it roughly as he held her in place, his mouth meeting her throat.
He placed hot, open mouth kisses against her flesh, sucking along her pulse point before biting down. Just as she had with him, he made sure to break skin, licking up her blood with every pass of his tongue.
He gave a dark chuckle at the way she gasped and tensed underneath him, moving back a little to admire his handiwork.
"Beautiful," he whispered, watching the way her blood bubbled up from the fresh mark, a small bead of crimson trailing down her neck.
Without warning, he slammed his hips down in a manner that made her scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure, jolting her back to the present.
"You still haven't done what I asked," Kenjaku said, a grin pulling at his lips as his free hand traced her body. His fingertips lightly passed the marks he had given her, soothing the sore and abused skin.
Every bruise and bleeding wound he had left on her body was a gift and proof of who she belonged to. The stinging pain in his back was her gift to him, how she raked her nails harshly down his body, tearing the skin.
Beneath him, she pouted and glared up at him, fidgeting in place as she clenched around his cock, still buried to the hilt. All of her attempts to get him to move again were met with failure.
"You're such an ass," She managed, earning a chuckle from Kenjaku.
He released her hair, his hand wrapping around her throat as he forced her to keep her focus on him.
"Maybe, but you love it. Now, be a good girl and say it," he ordered.
He was so good at getting his way, and he knew it. He could see the struggle on her face between wanting to tease him and giving in.
In the end, she relented. It was hard to oppose Kenjaku, especially as he pressed himself down against her, those sharp eyes of his piercing into her soul.
She stared up at him, leaning forward, placing a gentle kiss against his forehead, right on his stitches. "I love how you feel inside of me. I want you to fill me up; Breed me, mark me as your own. Please give me your babies, Kenjaku."
The juxtaposition between her gentle kisses and the crudeness of her words sent Kenjaku into overdrive. His body shivered in delight, a soft curse escaping him before he held her down and started thrusting into her, filling the room with moans once more.
The sudden shift was overwhelming, and she clung onto him for dear life, her thighs shaking as her cunt was being so thoroughly abused. She cried out, half formed versions of his name and slurred pleas for him to go harder, mixing with declarations of love spilling from her lips.
She couldn't seem to settle on whether to kiss him or bite him, cycling between the two as she nipped and kissed the exposed flesh of his neck, earning a breathy laugh from the man above her.
"Kenjaku! I'm close! Please don't stop!" She ground out, her jaw clenched tightly as she whined.
He could feel her exhausted body tensing up underneath him as she fast approached the cliff's edge, her pleasure dancing on a knife's edge as the silky walls of her pussy clenched and sucked him in deeper, attempting to milk him of another load.
Sweat beaded his brow, one of the few signs of exertion as he chased his high. Kenjaku felt a familiar tension in his abdomen as the pleasure began to grow, his thrusts beginning to grow sloppy as his balls pulled up towards his body.
With a quick snap of his hips, his cockhead hit the spot deep inside of her, sending her careening over the edge. She gasped so hard she couldn't breathe, her orgasm tearing through her in a violent display as her head snapped back and her entire body locked up.
Kenjaku's mouth dropped open in a broken cry as her cunt clenched tightly around him like a vice, her plush walls massaging every inch of his dick as she creamed around it.
Kenjaku gave a final thrust as he found his release, burying himself as deep inside of her as he could. He leaned low over her, his cockhead kissing her cervix as he twitched and throbbed, spraying it with hot and potent seed.
The room that had once been filled with sounds of pleasure now was silent as the lovers stayed locked together, their voices stolen from them as they shivered in silent ecstasy before finally collapsing.
Kenjaku kept his dick buried deep inside of her, chest heaving as he rested against her. Both of them were a sticky mess, coated in each other's fluids and sweat, but neither cared as they held onto each other, limbs tangled up together.
He brought her legs down from her chest, gently rubbing her thighs in a subtle apology. She must be sore after being in that position for so long.
Soft kisses were pressed against her face, the same hand that one pulled her hair so roughly now began stroking it as he peppered her face with love.
When he finally pulled himself out, he laid down beside her. His arms wrapped around her midsection, pulling her back against his chest as he held her.
"You were wonderful," he praised, pressing a firm kiss to her temple.
Her eyes were closed as she focused on catching her breath, her chest heaving with effort. Her entire body was so sensitive and a little sore from all of his markings. It didn't stop her from caressing his arm and turning her head back to try and return some of his affections.
"I love you."
Those words were rarely spoken aloud between them, but it was felt in every interaction between them. Kenjaku basked in the way it made him feel, eliciting a warmth in his chest that was rare to come by.
He smiled as the word left her lips, a promise of devotion between the two of them. He kissed her shoulder, his hand rubbing circles against the soft skin of her stomach.
He closed his eyes, imagining her stomach swollen with his children. It was undeniable how much he longed for that reality, and he would find a way to bring it forth.
"I love you, too."
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