breeding kink (size matters coda)

[volpish]

Ambiguously post size matters. Rated M.

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I don't intend to make a mother of you at seventeen.

The words had stuck in her head ever since he had said them, and now that her throat was safely adorned by a golden charm, they came back louder than ever.

Back in his rooms, both of them entirely, wonderfully bare and loosely entwined in his bedding, she rolled on top of him and straddled his hips so her sweet spot just brushed his erect cock.

He looked up at her, smiling, nothing but love in his eyes—

"If you don't intend to make a mother of me at seventeen, when do you?" she asked softly, belly tingling and hot.

His smile froze. Naked as they were, there was nothing to hide the way his cock jumped at the question.

Feeling strangely powerful at the look that had crossed into his eyes, she leaned down until her lips were level with his ear and murmured, "Eighteen?"

He stopped breathing.

"Nineteen?" It felt a little like playing with fire, letting her charm dip forward until it caught in his chest hair, his member smearing wetness on her belly. His heart pounded frantically against her fingertips, only to skip a beat or two when she whispered, "Twenty?"

A large hand clamped over her mouth and forced her back; he was blushing crimson and the light in his eyes was about as terrifying as it was thrilling.

Then those eyes narrowed as he took in the mischief gleaming in hers.

He let go of her mouth and pulled her down into the pillows next to him, and buried her under his large form. In the scant space between their bodies, he ran his knuckles from her breastbone to her flat belly and whispered, "When you tell me you wish to be one."