Page 3 of The Breeding Cave
He pulled my hips toward him with every thrust. “I don’t care how long it takes. I’m going to breed you until you give me children. You’ll live in my penthouse, walking around with your belly and tits round … all for my enjoyment.”
I tightened around him, the pleasure building up inside me again.
But how? How was I finding this enjoyable? A monster was thrusting himself inside me, telling me that … that I would be his, no matter what. That he was going to breed me over and over and over, all night, all day, as long as it took to get me pregnant.
“Are you a man or a monster?” I asked between thrusts.
“A man in the day. A monster at night,” he growled. “But I will only ever fuck you in this form. My cock is bigger, can reach deeper. And my balls hold more cum inside them as a monster—better chance of getting you pregnant.”
A moan escaped my lips, and I threw my head back. “Oh my God!”
“That’s it,” he growled. “Tell me how much you want to be bred.”
“But it’s wrong,” I cried, the pressure rising inside me. “So wrong.”
He pumped into me faster and faster. “Tell me, Yeosin. Beg for my cum.”
Pussy pulsing, I dug my fingers harder against the rock. “P-please!” I cried, the pressure too much to handle. “Please, give me your cum! I want you to get me preg?—”
He slammed into me as hard as he could and stilled deep in my pussy, grunting. “Let’s see how many times it takes for my cum to catch and for you to start carrying my child.”
CHAPTER
TWO
YEOSIN
I squinted my eyes and tried to adjust to the sunlight flooding in through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. What had happened? The last thing that I remembered was falling asleep in that cave and?—
After shooting up in the Alaskan king-size bed, I looked around the huge master bedroom, furnished with plush couches and golden decor with a dash of wooden accents. A silk nightgown brushed against my skin—one that I definitely could never afford.
Where the hell was I?
Once I slipped out of the bed, I headed toward the large windows to take in the sight of the entire city. Soft pinks and oranges danced across the sky, just above the skyscrapers. I couldn’t even see the streets from here.
A hint of cologne—woodsy with a hint of cinnamon—drifted through my nostrils from the master bathroom, the scent somehow … familiar. I walked across the handwoven rug that covered the marble floor toward the smell.
Was he here? Had he taken me home with him? What was his name?
Last night, I had barely questioned a goddamn thing. My body had seemed to react to him on its own, moaning and moving to the sound of his words, begging and pleading for him to … for him to …
Breed me.
I gulped and placed a hand over my stomach. Surely, he couldn’t have done that in one night, right? Plus, I had strictly been on birth control for the past few years, and I had never ever, ever had one type of slipup.
Right?
My heart pounded in my ears as I approached the bathroom door. But after peering into the room and not finding him, I gently closed the door and leaned back against it with flushed cheeks. Even if I had found a man in the bathroom, preparing for the day, how would I have known if it was him? I had only seen him in beast form.
What did he look like as a human? Normal?
The aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls wafted through the air from the bedroom door. I pulled on my top from last night that I had found draped over a couch and peeked my head out of the room in an attempt to find an escape before bumping into someone. But a woman in the kitchen glanced over at me almost immediately and smiled.
“You’re finally awake,” she hummed, pulling the cinnamon rolls out of the oven.
“Um,” I whispered, inching out of the room.
Come on, Yeosin. Ask her something useful! Where am I? How did I get here?
