The Covenant of Flesh

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In the months that followed their union, Zara found herself filled with an insatiable desire that grew alongside her burgeoning belly. Early on, she had learned to satisfy herself with her fingers, seeking relief as her body ached and yearned, recalling the pleasure he had once given her. But as her pregnancy progressed, her body grew heavy with his offspring; her belly stretched larger and fuller than she had ever imagined, towering over her small frame. Soon, even her fingers could not reach around the massive swell of her belly, leaving her frustrated, restless, aching with unfulfilled need.

Desperate and longing, she lay back in her private quarters one night, whispering his name, scarcely daring to hope that he might hear her outside the ritual grounds. But her call was enough. The air thickened, a dark energy pulsing around her, until shadows pooled at her bedside and his imposing form emerged before her, filling the room with his potent, commanding presence.

Her breath caught as he stood there, larger than life, every inch of him alive with dark power. He gazed at her, a dark smile curling on his lips as his eyes swept over her body, lingering on her swollen belly and the fullness of her curves. She shivered, feeling herself drawn to him with an intensity she couldn't explain.

"You called for me, Zara," he murmured, his voice as rich and dark as smoke, filling every inch of the room. "Do you crave me so deeply that even the life growing inside you isn't enough to satisfy you?"

Her cheeks flushed, her hand instinctively moving to her belly. "I... I couldn't help it, my lord..." she admitted, her voice trembling with need. "It's grown... harder to find relief. My body, it... it needs you."

He stepped closer, his gaze piercing, both amused and pleased. "Your need consumes you, I can see that." He reached out, running a hand slowly down her arm, his fingers igniting her skin as they traced their way to her waist. "Tell me, Zara... how have you managed without me these last months?"

Her voice was barely a whisper. "I tried to—touch myself. At first, it helped. But... I've grown so large, I can hardly reach..." She trailed off, her cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and raw desire.

A low chuckle escaped him, and he moved closer, his hands settling on her waist, feeling the rounded curve of her gravid belly beneath his touch. "You are mine, Zara. You bear my children," he murmured, his voice both possessive and seductive. "And you think mere fingers could take my place?"

She shuddered under his touch, her breath hitching as he ran his hands slowly over her belly, his fingers tracing its curve, savoring every inch of her. "I... I know they can't," she replied, her voice soft, almost pleading. "Please... I need you."

He regarded her, dark satisfaction evident in his eyes. "Then lie back and let me see you, every inch. Let me remind you who you belong to."

She sank back onto the bed, her body open and vulnerable before him. He knelt between her legs, his hands parting her thighs, spreading her open to his gaze. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he traced her inner thighs with his fingertips, his touch sending shivers up her spine. "So big and ripe, almost ready... and all for me."

Her breaths grew shallow as he lowered his head, his mouth brushing over her skin, his lips leaving a trail of heat along her thighs. He paused, his gaze locking with hers, his dark eyes filled with intent. "Do you want this, Zara? Do you want me to claim you again?"

"Yes... yes, my lord," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I want nothing else."

A satisfied growl escaped him as he leaned in, his mouth finding her core, his tongue moving with dark, deliberate precision. Her back arched, a moan slipping from her lips as he claimed her, filling every inch of her with the intensity of his touch. She gripped the sheets, her body yielding fully to him, her cries filling the chamber as he took her to the edge and beyond, reminding her with every touch, every kiss, that she was his—completely and irrevocably.

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