?Chapter 567:
“Ah… no…” I gasped, my back pressing against the cold stone wall as I tried to retreat, but there was nowhere to go.
Dominic’s smile was a mix of mischief and satisfaction. He gently grasped my ankle, pulling me closer. “You were so eager earlier. What’s changed?”
Before I could reply, he took my nipple into his mouth again, sucking and licking until my body trembled despite my resistance. My pulse quickened as his touch grew bolder. He freed himself from his pants, pressing his length against my wet entrance. The tip of him thrust into me, and his hand squeezed my other breast.
My body yielded, amodating his size as he filled mepletely. Each time I tried to pull away, Dominic drew me back, pushing deeper until the fluid my body secreted nearly dampened his skin. My nipples ached, my breasts swayed, and my thoughts scattered.
“Do you remember what I said before?” Dominic whispered, his breath hot against my ear, irregr and heavy with need.
“Ah… what… ah…” I moaned, gazing up at him in a daze.
Dominic’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts so powerful the tip of his dick brushed against my cervix. “I said,” he growled, “after you give birth, I’ll fill you with my semen and make you bear as many children as you can for me.”
Obscene strings of fluid connected our bodies as his huge length slid in and out, each movement punctuating his crude promise. My lips fell open in a silent gasp, my core tightening around him until my thoughts blurred into nothingness. All I could do was moan, utterly overwhelmed.
Makenna’s POV:
“Oh… Ah!” As Dominic’s release filled me, I too reached the height of my own pleasure. But despite our shared moment, Dominic seemed far from satisfied. His hand moved toward me, and without missing a beat, he brought his head back to my chest.
Exhausted and sprawled on the ground, I barely had the strength to move. When I saw Dominic’s intent to keep going, I quickly pressed my hand against his forehead, my voice barely a whisper.
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“Your Highness… I… I can’t handle anymore. Really.”
At my words, Dominic’s emerald eyes flicked over me with reluctant amusement. Finally, he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me, his soft chuckles filling the air.
I shot him a sharp re, irritation bubbling inside me. “Why are youughing?”
Dominic’s lips curled into a yful smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He slowly licked his lips, savoring the moment, before speaking.
“I’m just d to be the first to taste your milk.”
His words stung like a p, a mix of embarrassment and anger rising in my chest. I tried to punch him, my fist flying toward his chest, but Dominic caught my hand mid-air, stopping the blow effortlessly.
As I stared at him, recalling his strong thrusts earlier, a wave of confusion washed over me. “That’s so strange. Just moments ago, you seemed barely alive, and now… how did you recover so quickly?”
I reached up to check his forehead, my eyes widening in shock. “Your fever… it’s gone down.”
Dominic furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment. “I’m not sure what happened myself,” he admitted. “But I felt this warm current flow through me, like it was healing my wounds… and reducing the fever.”
My mind raced, my eyes widening with astonishment. “Could it be… could it be that my milk healed you?” I stammered, barely able to believe the thought.
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