Chapter 13: SANCTIFIED RUIN
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SANCTIFIED RUIN
“You don’t f**k a goddess. You kneel, and you burn.”
Three months pregnant — Valenhart’s Tuscan Estate
The bedroom was drenched in amber candlelight. Outside, the vineyard slept. Inside, Anna stood nude before the mirror — the curve of her belly small but undeniable now. Her breasts were rounder, her hips wider, her n*****s flushed and sensitive.
She was starting to look like something other women prayed to.
And Daimion couldn’t look away.
He sat at the edge of the bed, shirt undone, pants unbuttoned, breathing slow and uneven.
He had been watching her in silence.
Staring at her like a beast watching his own reflection in something divine.
The Unraveling Begins
She didn’t say a word.
She walked slowly across the room—bare, belly glinting in the firelight.
She straddled him.
Placed her palms on his chest. Felt his heart pounding like a war drum.
And whispered:
“You did this to me. You put this in me. What are you going to do about it now?”
His breath caught. His eyes glazed.
And then he moved.
He grabbed her thighs. Buried his face between her breasts. Bit the soft underside of one, growling as his hands slid down to her hips.
“You’re changing,” he rasped. “Because of me.”
“Yes.”
He licked the swell of her belly. Pressed his forehead to it like it was sacred.
And then he lifted her — stood — carried her across the room and laid her down on the bed like she was a relic meant to be defiled.
Worship and Corruption
He didn’t go for her mouth.
He went lower.
Kissed down her stomach, murmuring into her skin, voice shaking with reverence:
“This is mine. All of it. Made from me. And I’m going to remind your body of that.”
His tongue slid between her thighs. She gasped.
She tried to close her legs—he pried them open with a growl.
“Don’t hide from me.”
She whimpered. “Daimion—”
“Let me taste what you made for me.”
He licked her slowly at first. Drawing out the sound from her throat. Her hands fisted the sheets. Her eyes rolled back.
He flattened his tongue, dragging it up and over her c**t again and again, licking her until she was crying. Until she begged.
But he didn’t stop.
Even when she screamed. Even when her hips bucked. Even when she came on his mouth—he didn’t stop.
Full Possession
He crawled up her body.
Slid into her slowly—inch by inch.
She arched under him, mouth open in a silent scream.
Her p***y clenched around him immediately, slick and swollen.
“You feel tighter,” he growled. “So hot. So f*****g full.”
She cried out as he began to move—deep, punishing strokes, his body crashing into hers, sweat dripping from his jaw.
She tried to push against his chest, but he grabbed her wrists, pinned them to the bed.
“You don’t get to stop me. Not when you carry me.”
He f****d her harder.
Her pregnant body rocked with every thrust.
Her breasts bounced, n*****s pebbled. Her cries filled the room.
She came again—shaking violently—and still he didn’t stop.
Broken Worship
He flipped her onto her side, curled around her from behind.
His hand cupped her belly. His other tangled in her hair.
He drove into her from behind, slow and deep.
His voice was cracked.
“I’ll never let you go. I’ll keep you pregnant. You’ll carry me forever.”
She moaned, half-conscious, half-high on pleasure.
“I can’t—Daimion—”
“You can. You were made for this.”
He bit her shoulder. Kissed her spine.
And when he came again, he stayed buried inside her — pulsing, twitching, groaning as he filled her womb with more of himself.
His breath shook.
“I’ll fill you every night until you forget who you were before me.”
Afterglow or Ownership?
She lay limp. Sweaty. Spent.
His hand rested on her belly, thumb stroking softly.
For a moment, it was quiet.
But then he whispered:
“When this child is born, I’ll put another in you. And another. Until your body knows no purpose but being mine.”
Anna’s lips parted.
And she whispered back:
“Then make me yours again.”
And he did.
Yours Again
The Ending of “Owned by Valenhart”
She lay beneath him, limp and wrecked. Her thighs sticky with his release, her breasts rising and falling in slow, ruined breaths. Her belly—small, round—glowed beneath his hand. His seed already thick inside her.
But Anna was not finished.
And Daimion?
He had never stopped.
He kissed her stomach once more, reverently.
Then kissed his way down again, lower, lower—his lips parting her thighs without pause, his tongue sliding into her before her body even recovered from the last orgasm.
She whimpered. “No… I can’t…”
But her hips lifted anyway.
He licked until she was crying again, her hand in his hair, not pulling him away—but holding him there, trembling. Her p***y swollen, dripping. His mouth relentless. Gentle, then rough, then slow again.
Until she broke.
Until her voice cracked. Until her nails dug into the mattress. Until her back arched off the sheets and she screamed, coming so hard it was almost a sob.
But Daimion didn’t stop.
He climbed over her again.
Entered her again.
This time even deeper, as if her body had opened just to take more of him.
She cried out.
He bit her neck. f****d her slowly at first—so painfully slow she moaned in desperation—then faster. Harder. Their bodies slapping wetly. His hands under her knees, pressing them up, folding her until she couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe.
Her belly bounced with every thrust. Her breasts jiggled from the force. Her skin flushed, glistening, dripping with sweat and his obsession.
And still she whispered:
“More. Don’t stop. Claim me again.”
He growled against her throat.
“Mine.”
Each thrust became deeper.
Harder.
Final.
Until his teeth sank into her collarbone, his hands tightened on her hips, and he came again—flooding her, spilling into the woman carrying his legacy.
And even then…
He stayed inside.
Holding her.
Pressing deep.
Making sure not a drop left her womb.
He didn’t give her love. He gave her his name, his blood, his body— Again and again— Until her moans sounded like devotion… And her womb belonged to no god but him.
~ THE END ~ Owned by Valenhart A Dark Legacy Born in Pleasure and Ruin
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