𑣲—Love and deepspace: Caleb, sylus, xavier, zayne, rafayel
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Caleb grips your thighs like he’s holding on for dear life, eyes hazy with lust as he drives into you with frantic, needy thrusts. “Shit, pipsqueak—fuck—your body’s begging me to fill it. You want that, don’t you? Want me to put a baby in you?” His voice breaks as he buries himself to the hilt, cock twitching as hot release spills deep inside. He doesn’t stop, rutting through his orgasm, cum dripping down your thighs, only to push it back in with his cock. His lips crash to yours, sloppy and desperate, whispering, “Not letting you go until you’re stuffed full of me.”
Sylus is relentless, every thrust brutal, pounding you into the mattress until the headboard slams against the wall. His mouth hovers by your ear, voice dripping with filth. “You feel that? That’s me claiming you. Filling you. Making sure no one else gets to touch this cunt.” Your body arches beneath him when he presses in harder, cock swelling as he empties himself inside. He growls when he feels his seed spill out, thumb dragging through it before pushing it back in. “Leaking already? Tch. Guess I’ll just have to keep fucking it in until it stays.”
Xavier’s pace is maddeningly steady, controlled but deep, each thrust meant to make you scream his name. His gloved hand wraps around your throat, tilting your head back so you meet his dark, commanding gaze. “Keep your eyes on me while I fill you. You’re mine—My love.” His release hits hard, spilling in thick waves inside you, his hips grinding to make sure not a drop escapes. When you whimper from the fullness, he chuckles low, lips brushing your ear. “Good girl. Take it all. You’ll look even prettier carrying my child.”
Zayne has you pinned flat beneath him, his strength undeniable as he thrusts into you with animalistic hunger. His teeth graze your neck, biting down hard enough to make you cry out. “You’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to breed. Say it,” he snarls, voice guttural as his cock slams deeper. When you choke out his name, his release bursts, filling you to the brim. He groans into your throat, hips rutting messily, determined to bury every drop inside. Even when you whine from overstimulation, Zayne doesn’t let up, growling, “Not enough. Not until you’re ruined with me.”
Rafayel takes his time, but his smirk is wicked as he folds your legs against your chest, thrusting in deep enough to make your vision blur. “Pretty thing, you’re dripping for me already. Can you imagine how much prettier you’ll look swollen with my seed?” His words burn through you, making your walls tighten until his composure cracks. He spills inside you with a sharp gasp, cock twitching as his hot cum floods your womb. He grinds in slow circles, savoring every whimper you make. His thumb presses into your lower belly, smirking when he feels himself inside. “Perfect. You’re made to be bred by me.”