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“ You are the worst…! ” Bella spoke in a whimpering voice, choking back tears of frustration. Her sharp, teary-eyed glare was fixed on Narinder’s smug grin as he stared at her naked body. Her wrists were bound to the bed frame, her legs open as her body squirmed.
Gods, his touch was enthralling. No matter how many times Narinder put his hands on her, Bella couldn’t get enough of it. And he used it to his advantage many times. Narinder had been denying her an orgasm for over three weeks, and no matter how desperately she begged and pleaded, he would keep her right on the edge of ecstasy. She needed to cum, and he knew it. Still, he withheld it as a means of punishing her for a simple misunderstanding.
“You were singing a much different tune moments ago.” He taunted, running his fingers down her stomach. “Don’t forget that you are the one who wanted this so badly. You begged me to use you; perhaps this isn’t what you had in mind, but I’m enjoying myself.” He felt chills run over Bella’s skin beneath his fingers as he teased her with such gentle touches and a soft, low voice.
“Your insult falls on deaf ears, my dear Lamb.” He continued, crossing his arms and sitting on his knees between Bella’s legs. “All you need to do is say those two little words, and I will give you what you want. Two simple words, and all will be forgiven.”
Bella’s heart ached at the thought of giving into Narinder’s demands, but she knew that he wasn’t one to back down either. Especially when it came to teasing and tormenting her like this. He enjoyed watching her squirm and cry, begging for release.
“Fine; I’m sorry! I won’t do it again…” Bella whined, her wrists tugging at the rope that bound them. “Just please stop this…!”
“Now, was that really so difficult?” He teased, his voice taking on a sarcastically sweet tone. Bella huffed in retort, pouting and turning her head away.
“That adorable little face of yours makes me want to ravage you.” Narinder said with a mischievous grin, his voice lowering to a growling pitch.
He didn’t bother undressing further; with how long it had been since he felt the pleasure of being inside her, Narinder prodded Bella’s wet slit with the tip of his dick. Running it along her aroused clit, feeling her hips buck in anticipation, and the small gasps and whimpers she emitted from her lips; all of it made him even more excited to use his precious Lamb until he was satisfied.
“Please…” Bella pleaded, her eyes filling up with desperate tears. “Please fuck me.”
Narinder reached forward and untied her wrists from the bed frame. “On your stomach.”
With her hands tucked beneath her as she lay on her stomach, Bella glanced back, waiting eagerly for Narinder to continue. She raised her hips, presenting herself to him with obedience.
“Good girl.” His voice lowered, letting out a low, menacing chuckle as he slid his dick inside his precious Lamb.
The feeling of Bella’s warm, wet cunt tightening around him was almost enough to make Narinder cum. Perhaps he had been longing for this just as much as her. Her moans of pleasure rang in his ears like a beautiful song, and he didn’t want to waste any more time. He pounded into her, grabbing a handful of her wool and pulling her head back as he used her.
Bella’s cries and moans could probably be heard all throughout the Cult grounds, but Narinder didn’t care. All he cared about was keeping his pace rough enough to make Bella scream, yet steady enough that he didn’t finish too quickly. He could hear her breaths hitching, and he wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her closer to him.
“Who do you belong to?” He snarled into her ear, his claws digging into her skin.
He always loved to make Bella submit to him, even when she thought she was in control. She was only in control when he allowed it, as much as she might disagree. In the end, she always broke when he put enough pressure on her.
“ Y-You…! ” Bella choked, her voice strained and raspy from crying. “ I belong to you! ”
“Correct.” Narinder replied, a grin of malicious satisfaction spreading across his face. “ You. Are. Mine. ”
He shoved Bella’s head into the pillow, pinning her down with his own weight. He felt every twitch and tremble of her body; every buck of her hips against him, every muscle spasm as she finally reached her peak. She let out a sweet cry of ecstasy, her voice all but silenced by the pillow. Her voice slowly quieted to whimpers of afterglow and exhaustion, but Narinder remained on top of her, using his weight to keep her as still as possible.
“Don’t tell me you’re spent already?” Narinder teased, unable to contain a sarcastic, dry laugh. “After all that begging and whining for release, you can’t possibly be done yet!”
“I just need a second…” Bella’s voice swayed as she reached back, her hand pressing against Narinder’s leg. Her entire body trembled involuntarily, and her head felt light as she bathed in the feeling of ecstasy. Narinder lifted himself up, straddled on top of his precious Lamb as she took a moment to rest.
“The only thing you need is to show some gratitude, you little brat!” He snapped, striking Bella’s ass with an open hand.
“T-Thank you…!” She yelped at the sudden, stinging pain. “Thank you for letting me cum, my Lord…” She buried her face into the pillow, desperate to hide the humiliation she felt over being reduced to such a pathetic state.
“Perhaps I should breed you.” Narinder chuckled, running his throbbing hand up Bella’s back. “I know you’d love that. Being impregnated by me, growing my child inside you…” He leaned forward, whispering into Bella’s ear with a smug grin. “Would you like that, my little Lamb? To bear my child?”
Bella didn’t answer; it was surely a loaded question, and Narinder already knew the answer. She would do anything for him, and the idea of having a child with him was something she had always wanted. Knowing how petty he can be, Narinder would certainly use her desire to bear children for him against her to prove a point.
“ Answer me, whore. ” Narinder growled, pulling Bella’s head back by her hair. “ Do you wish to bear my child or not? ”
“ Y-Yes…! ” Bella choked, gripping the sheets beneath her. “ I want to have your babies! I’ll have as many as you want!! ”
With a soft, sarcastic chuckle, Narinder rolled Bella onto her back. He rested his throbbing dick against her, watching her eager face with a mischievous grin.
“Do you want it?” His voice was soft and smug as he taunted her. “Tell me.”
“Yes…” Bella pleaded, holding her legs open by her knees. “I want it so badly…”
“Be clear, my Lamb; use your words. What do you want?”
“I-I…” She hesitated, her voice still shaky and hoarse from crying. “I want you to fuck a baby into me. Please, put it back inside me. I want to feel you fill me with your cum. Please… Please, My Lord; please, breed me.”
Narinder slid his dick back inside Bella’s dripping, still-pulsating cunt. Every twitch of her body drove him closer to the edge, but he knew how to pace himself. With each thrust, Narinder felt the tip of his dick press against her cervix. Those wide, sweet eyes looking up at him; the moans and erotic sounds of sex filling the room… It was nothing short of bliss.
“ Look at me. ” Narinder held Bella’s face, staring deep into her eyes as his pace quickened. “ I want you to look at me while I impregnate you. ”
“Yes; please, cum inside me!” Bella pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes once again. “Fill me up and get me pregnant!”
That familiar rush of pleasure filled Narinder’s lower body, causing his head to feel light as the feeling continued to build up. As he felt himself cum, he pushed his dick entirely inside of his Lamb’s eager pussy, knotting her with the desperation of a feral beast to breed her. His cock throbbed with each pump of seed released, evoking snarls and deep, growling moans through his clenched teeth. As the feeling of ecstasy began to fade, Narinder flopped down on top of Bella, letting out a spent exhale.
“Thank you, my love…” Bella said in a hushed voice, running her fingers through Narinder’s fur. “I can’t wait to be the mother of your babies.”
“Let’s hope it sticks this time, hm?” Narinder replied, repeatedly planting kisses against Bella’s neck and chest.
In truth, he hadn’t actually been serious about impregnating her; he simply matched her pace and energy. Even if he had been serious, the Red Crown made natural conception impossible. But part of him couldn’t deny that the idea of being a father intrigued him. Would he be a good parent? Would his child grow up to love him? Would they be able to handle their responsibilities as parents, along with that of being the leaders of their Cult? All of these questions were quickly forgotten as he felt Bella’s hands gently running through his fur. Surely, if she were ever to become pregnant, they would figure it out.