THE DEVIL'S BARGAIN

Chapter Five: The Breeding Claim

Lara hadn’t eaten properly in two days.

Not because she couldn’t afford food — her account now looked like someone had hacked it in her favor — but because every time she tried to swallow anything solid, her throat still ached with the memory of him. The rawness had dulled to a low, constant throb, a reminder that made her wet every time she spoke or sipped water. She caught herself touching the faint bruises on her neck in the mirror, pressing fingers there until fresh heat pooled between her legs.

Two nights left after tonight.

She was terrified of how much she wanted him to stay longer than the bargain allowed.

This time she didn’t wait until midnight. At 9:37 p.m. she locked her door, turned off every light except one small bedside lamp, and stripped naked on the bed. No lingerie, no performance props. Just her — skin still flushed from the afternoon shower, n*****s tight, p***y already slick and swollen from hours of restless edging. She’d spent the day touching herself without letting herself come, saving every drop of desperation for him.

She lay on her back, knees drawn up and spread wide, heels planted on the mattress. One hand rested on her lower belly, fingers splayed over the soft skin just above her pubic bone. The other hand slid between her thighs, parting her folds, showing him — wherever he was — how ready she already was.

“Kai,” she said into the quiet room. Her voice cracked on his name. “I read the last page again. The one I didn’t say out loud. The one about you breeding me. Filling me until I’m dripping for days. Until I can feel it… here.”

She pressed harder against her belly.

“I want it tonight. All of it. No pulling out. No holding back. Breed me like you mean it.”

The lamp flickered once.

He appeared at the foot of the bed — shirtless, trousers already undone, c**k thick and heavy in his hand. His eyes were darker than usual, the amber almost swallowed by black. He looked at her spread open for him like a man staring at something sacred and profane at the same time.

“You sure, little scholar?” His voice was rougher, lower. “Once I start, I won’t stop until you’re so full it leaks out every time you move tomorrow.”

Lara’s breath hitched. “Yes. Please.”

He crawled over her slowly, predatory, letting her feel every inch of his heat as he settled between her thighs. His c**k brushed her entrance — hot, leaking, smearing pre-c*m across her c**t. She whimpered.

“Hands above your head.”

She obeyed. He caught both wrists in one large hand and pinned them to the pillow. With the other he guided himself to her opening, nudging just the head inside.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Their eyes locked.

He pushed in — slow this time, inch by torturous inch, letting her feel every ridge, every vein as he stretched her open. Lara’s mouth fell open on a silent cry. When he bottomed out, hips flush to hers, he stayed there, grinding in deep circles so the thick base pressed against her c**t and the head kissed her cervix.

“You feel that?” he murmured. “That’s where I’m going to spill. Deep. Again. And again.”

He started moving — long, deliberate strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. Not frantic yet. Building. Making her feel claimed.

Lara’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. “Harder,” she gasped. “Please—breed me harder.”

Something snapped in his expression.

He released her wrists only to hook her knees over his elbows, folding her in half until her thighs pressed to her chest. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper. Then he f****d her — truly f****d her — hips snapping with bruising force, balls slapping wetly against her ass, bed creaking under them.

“Gonna fill this tight little cunt,” he growled against her ear. “Gonna pump you so full you’ll be leaking me for a week. You’ll feel it every time you sit, every time you walk. My c*m inside you. Marking you.”

Lara’s nails raked down his back. “Yes—yes—do it—please—”

He angled his hips, grinding against that spot inside her that made lights burst behind her eyes. One hand slid between them, thumb finding her c**t and rubbing fast, rough circles.

“Come on my c**k first,” he commanded. “Come while I’m buried in you. Milk me. Pull every drop out.”

The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave — sudden, violent, unstoppable. Her cunt clamped down hard, rippling around him, gushing slick heat that soaked them both. She screamed his name, back arching, toes curling, whole body shaking as pleasure tore through her in endless waves.

Kai snarled, pace turning feral. “That’s it—f**k—take it—”

He slammed in one last time, deep as he could go, and came.

Hot. Thick. Endless.

Pulse after heavy pulse flooded her. She could feel it — the heat spreading, filling her, overflowing almost immediately. He kept grinding through it, pushing deeper, making sure every drop stayed inside as long as possible. When he finally stilled, c**k still twitching, he stayed buried to the hilt, panting against her neck.

“Don’t move,” he rasped. “Let it settle.”

Lara was trembling, overstimulated, full in a way she’d never felt before. Every tiny shift of his hips sent aftershocks through her. c*m leaked out around his shaft despite how tightly he filled her, trickling warm down her ass.

After long minutes he eased out slowly. The wet gush that followed made her whimper — thick white streams pouring from her swollen p***y, pooling on the sheets. Kai watched with dark satisfaction, then scooped some with two fingers and pushed it back inside her, slow and deliberate.

“Keep it in,” he murmured. “I want you feeling me all night.”

He kissed her then — slow, deep, almost tender — tasting the salt of her tears and sweat.

Her phone lit up on the nightstand.

Credit Alert: ₦12,400,000

Then another.

Credit Alert: ₦4,100,000

(Breeding fulfillment – maximum intensity)

Lara laughed weakly, dazed. “You’re… expensive.”

Kai smirked against her lips. “You’re worth every f*****g naira.”

He rolled them so she lay on top of him, still leaking onto his stomach, his softening c**k nestled against her thigh.

“One night left,” he said quietly, fingers tracing lazy circles on her lower back, right over the spot where she’d pressed earlier. “Tomorrow… I want you to choose. End the bargain and walk away richer than you ever dreamed. Or ask me to stay. No contract. No feeding schedule. Just you and me. And I keep filling you until you can’t remember what empty feels like.”

Lara buried her face in his neck, heart hammering.

She didn’t answer.

Not yet.

But the way her arms tightened around him said enough.

(Word count: ~1,060)

Raw, intense, messy, and loaded with that final emotional hook.