He pressed the cockhead against her anal.

Slow.

Not the aggressive, immediate plunge of the shower or the highway. This was something else — deliberate, measured, the specific patience of a man who intended to take his time because he had decided to.

The tip pressed inward.

Her ring stretched around it with a burning, specific resistance that she felt from her tailbone to her lower abdomen.

"’Wait’—" Her voice had lost its composure entirely. "’Wait’—it’s too—’slowly’—please—at least—"

He went slower.

Which was somehow worse.

The head pushing millimetre by millimetre past her clenching ring, the stretch building in slow, continuous increments that gave her body no opportunity to adjust before the next fraction arrived.

"AAANHGH~!! ’Slowly’~!! HIIEEK~!! Too—it’s—’stop’ or go faster—just don’t—OUNGH~!!"

He went slower still.

’He is going to split me open at a speed that lets me feel every second of it.’ ’This is deliberate.’ ’He is doing this deliberately.’

Her hands flexed against the seatbelt.

Her thighs shook with the sustained effort of remaining in position while every instinct pushed forward and away.

"AAANGHH~!! ’CRUXIUS’~!! HIIEEK~!!"

PAH.

One long, slow, final push.

He seated to the hilt.

Her cry came out long and thin and entirely without edges.

Not a scream. Something past the point where screaming lives, the specific sound of a body registering a fullness it has been introduced to before and still hasn’t developed vocabulary for.

"AAAAAHHH~!! ’TOO FULL’~!! NGH~!! HIIEEK~!!"

He held it there.

Not moving.

Just the full, seated weight of him in her ass, the thick ring of her clenching around his base, the heat of it moving from the point of entry outward through her pelvis.

Her cunt gaped beneath him.

Open, wet, empty, dripping onto the seat below with a steady patter that was audible in the silence between her cries.

His hand came around her hip.

Two fingers pressed against her entrance from the front.

And pushed in. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"AAANGHH~!! ’NOT BOTH’~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!"

The double pressure — his cock seated fully in her anal, two fingers to the knuckle in her cunt — compressed the thin wall between them from both sides simultaneously.

She felt both his cock and his fingers through the same thin membrane.

The sensation of being filled from both directions at once, from outside and inside and neither direction leaving any space unaccounted for.

’This is what fully occupied feels like.’ ’There is nothing left in me that isn’t his.’

PAH! PAH! PAH!

He began.

Not frantic. Controlled — his cock in long, deep strokes, his fingers in shallow, curling motions on the inward path, the two rhythms offset so that one was always entering while the other was always seating.

"OUNGH~!! HIIEEK~!! NGH~!! AAAHH~!!"

His free hand came around to her left breast.

Kneaded it from below, the full, heavy pregnancy weight of it filling his palm, fingers pressing upward against the sensitive underside while his thumb rolled the nipple in slow, deliberate circles.

"AAANGHH~!! ’TOO MUCH’~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!!"

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"NGH~!! AAHHH~!! HIIEEK~!!"

He repositioned.

Still in her anal, he pulled her upright — her back against his chest, her knees on the seat, her hips in his lap, the seatbelt still around her wrists behind her between their bodies.

Her head fell back against his shoulder.

From this angle, his cock drove upward into her anal, gravity adding weight to each thrust, her full ass sitting in his lap and absorbing the impact from below while her breasts hung free in front.

Both of them, heavy and swinging, the nipples pointing forward, milk-sensitive and already aching from the earlier handling.

His fingers were still in her cunt.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! NGH~!!"

Her thighs spread wide across his lap, her whole body displayed facing forward in the back seat of the car with his cock visible as a bulge at the base of her lower abdomen where it pressed upward through her from behind.

She stared at it.

At the outline of him inside her.

’He is inside me and I can see it and the baby is right there and everything is—’

PAH! PAAAH!

"AAAHH~!! HIIEEK~!! ’CRUXIUS’~!!"

His teeth found her shoulder.

Not the canines.

Just the edge of his incisors, dragging across the skin without breaking it, and she arched backward against him with a sound that had no fury in it.

Just a woman’s body translating overwhelm into noise.

His fingers in her cunt curled.

His cock in her anal drove upward.

His hand at her breast pinched the nipple tight.

All three at once.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! ’GOD’~!!"

She came.

Both holes clenching simultaneously, the pulsing squeeze of her walls around his fingers and the milking tightness of her anal around his cock compressing at the same moment, her thighs snapping together over his legs, her whole body going rigid for three full seconds.

And she squirted.

Again.

Down his fingers. Down her own inner thighs. Soaking his lap, the seat, both their legs, running off the upholstery edge and pooling on the car floor below.

Her tears came at the same time.

Not from the pain.

From the total, utter collapse of any remaining wall between what her body was doing and what she had decided she was supposed to feel about it.

Both streams running simultaneously — the squirt down her thighs, the tears down her cheeks — her whole face wet, her mascara long gone, her green hair plastered to her jaw.

"AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! OUNGH~!! ’I CAN’T’~!! NGH~!!"

He drove in three more times.

Each one deeper than the last.

Each one grinding at the absolute base, his pubic bone pressing flat against her cheeks, his cock buried to the furthest point her body would allow.

Then he finished.

Deep. Hot. Thick ropes of seed flooding her anal in long, sustained pulses while his arm locked across her chest and held her in place through every one.

Her anal walls clenched around him through his entire finish, the specific milking reflex of her body extracting every last pulse until he was empty.

She felt all of it.

Felt it pooling at the deepest point.

Felt the warmth of it spreading outward.

And said nothing.

He exhaled against her neck.

Slow.

Long.

The particular exhale of a man arriving somewhere after a considerable journey.

His grip on her chest loosened fractionally.

His fingers slid out of her cunt — slowly, with the same deliberate patience as the entry — and the wet sound of it was the only sound in the car for a moment.

A pause.

"Now that’s how a wife should please her husband."

Thalia’s eyes were closed.

Her head was on his shoulder.

Her body was leaking from two places onto the seat below her and she could feel the warmth of his seed settling inside her and her cunt was still twitching in small, residual aftershocks that she had no mechanism left to suppress.

She breathed.

In.

Out.

"What do you want."

Her voice arrived flat and quiet.

Not furious anymore.

Something that was past furious and had come out on the other side into something that sounded more like exhaustion but wasn’t quite.

"Just tell me." A pause. "Tell me what you actually want. And then leave my body alone."

He didn’t answer immediately.

The car sat in the parking lot.

The Blac Corporation building stood forty metres ahead through the windscreen.

His hand moved.

Slowly. Without urgency. His palm coming to rest flat over her lower abdomen, pressing gently against the slight, warm swell of what was growing there.

He held it there.

"You," he said.

Very quiet.

"My darling."