Chapter 100 : Promises, Given and Understood
New York, Lower Manhattan – Alex's POV
The hotel room door clicked shut behind us, sealing us into a bubble of soft light and quiet air conditioning. I dropped the key card onto the small table, the sound sharp in the silence. Gwen stood a few feet away, her back to me, slipping her heels off with a sigh. The red spill of her hair against her black dress was a masterpiece.
I moved behind her, my hands settling on her waist. She leaned back into me, her head tilting to rest against my shoulder. My lips found the sensitive patch of skin just below her ear. "Missed you," I murmured into her, the words tasting like truth.
She turned in my arms, her green eyes capturing mine. Her hands came up to frame my face and then her mouth was on mine.
It started tender, a re-acquaintance. Soft presses, the warm slide of her lips. But the hunger was there, simmering just beneath. My tongue traced the seam of her mouth and she opened for me with a soft sigh. The kiss deepened, turned urgent. Our breaths mingled, hot and quick. I could feel the hard points of her nipples through the silk of her dress and my thin shirt. My hands slid down, palming the lush curve of her ass, pulling her firmly against the hard ridge of my erection. She moaned into my mouth, the vibration a direct line to my cock.
I walked her backwards until her calves hit the edge of the king-sized bed. We broke the kiss, both of us breathing hard. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. Without a word, I reached for the zipper at the back of her dress. The sound of it sliding down was obscenely loud. The black fabric pooled at her feet, revealing the matching lace bra that struggled to contain the full, heavy swell of her breasts. My gaze drank her in. The narrow waist, the flare of her hips, the creamy skin begging for my mouth.
"Alex," she whispered, her fingers working the buttons of my shirt.
I shed my clothes, her hands helping, until we were both naked. I pushed her gently onto the mattress, her red hair fanning out on the white duvet. She was a vision. I crawled over her, bracketing her body with my arms, and took her mouth again. This kiss was all possession. My hand slid between her thighs, finding her already soaked. So ready. My fingers slid through her folds, circling her clit, and she arched off the bed with a sharp cry.
"Need you inside," she panted, her legs hooking around my waist. "Now."
I guided myself to her entrance, the broad head nudging against her slick heat. "Look at me," I said, my voice thick.
Her eyes met mine, glazed with desire. I pushed forward.
It was always a stretch for her, taking me. A slow, breathtaking conquest. Her tightness was a velvet fist, clenching, welcoming, resisting all at once. I sank inch by inch, watching her face, feeling her body open. A low, continuous moan tore from her throat. "Oh, fuck… so big… fills me up…"
When I was fully sheathed, I paused, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust. The feeling was sublime. Hot, tight, perfect. I began to move, pulling back until just the tip remained, then driving home in a deep, smooth stroke. Shlllp. Thud. The sound of our bodies meeting, the wet slide of our connection. I set a relentless, deep rhythm. Her legs were hooked high around my back, her heels digging into me, offering herself up completely. Each thrust hit a spot deep within her that made her eyes roll back.
I could feel every inch of her as I moved, her body yielding and tightening around me in a dance of pleasure and restraint. The room seemed to hold its breath with us, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, as if she couldn't contain the sensations I was unleashing inside her. My hands gripped her hips tighter, guiding her, claiming her with every thrust.
"Alex," she gasped, her voice breaking. "It's too much… I can't… Oh God…" Her nails dug into my shoulders, her body trembling beneath me.
"You can," I growled, my voice low and commanding. "You will." I pushed deeper, harder, feeling her stretch around me, her walls clenching in a desperate attempt to hold me in. She was so hot, so tight, so ready. I could feel her orgasm building, the telltale flutter of her walls signaling her impending release. But I wasn't done yet. I wanted to take her higher, to push her further than she'd ever gone before.
Her head thrashed back and forth against the sheets, her crimson hair fanning out like wildfire. "Fuck!" she cried out, her hands scrambling for purchase on my back. "I'm going to come… I'm going to—" Her words cut off with a sharp gasp as her body convulsed around me, her pussy clamping down hard.
I pistoned into her faster, the sound of our slick bodies slapping together filling the room. She came hard, her walls spasming around me, milking my cock as I drove even deeper into her heat. Her orgasm seemed endless, her body writhing beneath mine as I fucked it out of her over and over again. Her cries turned to delirious screams of pleasure as she surrendered completely to me.
"Gwen," I grunted, my control starting to fray. The coil in my gut tightened, a familiar, urgent pressure. "I'm gonna come."
"Do it," she gasped, her hands clutching at my shoulders. "Fill me. I want to feel it."
I drove into her, hard and deep, and held. My hips stuttered. The first eruption was a voluminous, hot splurt deep in her womb. A guttural groan ripped from my chest. The second pulse was a thicker gush, a flood of possession. Gluuush. I could feel it, the hot liquid weight spreading inside her, my cock jerking with each massive, unloading spurt. Splort. Schplurt. It seemed to go on forever, pumping her full, until a thin trickle of pearly white leaked out around where we were joined.
I collapsed on top of her, still buried inside, both of us slick with sweat and panting. Our hearts hammered against each other. I nuzzled into her neck, breathing in her scent—perfume, sex, and us.
After a long moment, I shifted, pulling out slowly. A thick, wet pop sounded, followed by a rush of my release onto the sheets beneath her. She winced slightly at the sudden emptiness, then sighed.
I rolled onto my side, propping my head on my hand, looking down at her. My fingers traced the line of her jaw. "You will not get pregnant," I said, my voice quiet in the post-coital stillness.
She turned her head, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. "Ok."
"But I'm going to fill you up like I am. Every time." My thumb brushed her lower lip. "It's the intent that matters. The… promise of it."
Her smile softened. "It's what you do."
I nodded slowly. My gaze drifted over her face, and the thought of Wendy, so new and raw, surfaced. "It's what she wants, too," I said, the words feeling both like a confession and a bridge.
Gwen's brow furrowed slightly. "Wendy?"
"Yeah." I took a slow breath. "I slept with her. Last week. After I told them."
A flicker of something passed through Gwen's eyes—not surprise, she knew the broad strokes, but a deeper attention. "You told me it happened. Not… the details."
"She came to me. In the night. Offered her virginity as a… seal." I watched Gwen process it, her queen's mind assessing the new variable in her kingdom. "She wasn't just giving me her first time. She was opening a door."
"To what?" Gwen asked, her voice a low murmur.
My hand slid from her face, down the column of her throat, coming to rest over her breast. I cupped its full weight, my thumb rubbing a lazy circle around her areola. "To everything. To being part of this. Of us." I leaned closer, my lips almost touching hers. "Her fantasy… it's not just about sex. It's about swelling. About carrying. She whispered it in the dark, Gwen. She wants my children growing in her belly."
Gwen's breath caught. Her eyes searched mine, looking for doubt, finding none. A slow, deep fascination bloomed in her expression. Her own hand came up to cover mine on her breast, pressing it more firmly against her. "Your sister," she said, the word holding no judgment, only a kind of awe at the shape of the desire.
"Yeah." I kissed her, slow and deep. When I pulled back, I saw the understanding settling into her. The structure could hold this. It was designed to. "She wants the promise. The same one I just gave you."
Gwen's other hand slid between us, her fingers finding my cock. It was already hardening again, thick and heavy in her grasp, slick with our mixed fluids. "Then give it to me again," she said, her voice turning husky with renewed need. "Show me how you promise."
She pushed at my shoulder, rolling me onto my back. She swung a leg over my hips, straddling me, her soaked folds settling against my length. Her breasts, magnificent and full, swayed before my face. She reached down, guiding me into her, sinking down in one slow, breathtaking slide. She took control, rising and falling, her head thrown back, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room. I gripped her hips, helping her pace, watching her body take what it needed from mine.
Gwen's entire body tensed as the second wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her back arched, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as the sensation overwhelmed her once more. Her hips rolled against mine, grinding down with an almost desperate rhythm, seeking every last drop of the intense connection we shared.
Her breath came in shallow, ragged bursts, each one sending shivers through her body. The heat between us was unrelenting, the slick friction of our bodies amplifying every sensation. I could feel each tremor that passed through her— her muscles clenching and releasing in time with the waves of her climax.
Her thighs tightened around my hips, her body instinctively trying to keep me buried deep within her. Her nails bit into my shoulders, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to anchor her to the moment. Her moans were louder now, more urgent, filled with a kind of delirious need that echoed through the room.
As the final pulses of her orgasm hit, she cried out again, her voice breaking with the intensity of it. Her hands gripped my arms, pulling me closer as if trying to anchor herself to the pleasure coursing through her. Her legs shook around me, her entire body trembling with the force of it.
When it finally subsided, she collapsed against me, panting heavily, her face buried in my neck. Her hands stayed on my shoulders, as if afraid to let go, to break the connection we'd just deepened. I held her, letting her ride out the aftershocks, my own breathing slowly returning to normal.
We stayed like that for a long while, both of us catching our breath, still joined in the most intimate way possible. Every now and then, she'd shudder, a lingering echo of her climax passing through her. And each time, she held me tighter, like she was afraid to lose what we'd just found together.
Exhausted, she slumped forward, her breasts pressing against my chest, her lips at my ear. "Once more," she breathed, her voice slurry with pleasure. "From behind. I want to feel it all over again."
A low, predatory smile touched my lips. Gwen was still astride me, breathing heavily, her body a warm, sweat-slicked weight. The air in the hotel room was thick, heavy with the musk of our last climax.
"Turn over," I said, my voice a quiet command that brooked no argument.
The shift in tone made her green eyes flare. The queen understood the game was changing. She moved without hesitation, swinging her leg off me and rolling onto her stomach, presenting herself on her knees, her perfect, round ass raised in invitation. Her red hair was a tangled mess across her shoulders.
I moved behind her, my hands settling on her hips. My cock, still thick and hard, slid through the wetness between her cheeks, leaving a glistening trail. I leaned forward, my chest pressing against her back, my mouth close to her ear.
"We're going to play a little scene," I murmured, my breath stirring the fine hairs at her temple. "You're not Gwen right now. You're someone else. Someone younger. Innocent. Someone who just offered me the most sacred thing she owns."
A shiver ran through her. Her head bowed slightly. "Yes."
"And I'm going to take her. I'm going to claim that gift in the most profound way I know." I nudged at her entrance, the broad head catching on her slick, swollen folds. I didn't push in. Not yet. "But first, I'm going to tell her a story. About a night last week. About her."
Gwen's breath faltered. She pushed back, trying to take me in, but I held my hips still, denying her.
"Patience," I chided, my voice dropping to that low, intimate rumble. My hands smoothed over the swell of her buttocks, feeling the soft skin, the powerful muscles beneath. "She came to me in the dark. Did I tell you that? Slipped into my room like a ghost. I could smell her fear. Her resolve. It was… intoxicating."
I finally pressed forward, just an inch, a slow, burning stretch that made her gasp and arch her back. I stopped again, holding her open on just the tip.
"She was naked. Shivering. Her little body was so perfect in the moonlight. Those pigtails against my pillow…" My voice took on a reverent, possessive quality. I began to move, shallow, teasing thrusts that made her whimper. Schlp. Schlp. "She told me she wanted to belong. To me. To this life. And she offered me her virginity as the key."
My thrusts deepened slightly. My hands left her hips and slid forward, under her body, finding the heavy, full weight of her breasts. I cupped them, my thumbs rubbing roughly over her nipples. She moaned, a low, desperate sound.
"I made her wait," I continued, my own breathing starting to thicken as I felt her tight heat welcoming me in further. "I tasted her first. Made her come with my tongue. Do you know what she tasted like, Gwen? Like honey and lightning. Like something untouched and desperately eager." I pinched her nipples, hard enough to make her cry out. "She screamed into a pillow. Her whole body shook for me."
Now I sank deeper, a long, smooth stroke that buried half my length inside her. She was so tight, clenching around me like a velvet fist. "Oh god, Alex…"
"I told her to look at me when I took it," I growled, my composure slipping into something darker, more focused. I pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in with a firm, controlled thrust. Thud. "Her eyes were so big. So scared. So… trusting. I pushed past that thin barrier, and she felt it. A sharp little pinch. A gasp. And then it was just… fullness. My fullness."
I set a rhythm now, deep and measured, each stroke a hard punctuation to my words. My hands returned to her hips, gripping her, holding her in place as I fucked into her. The sound of our bodies meeting was a wet, solid smack that echoed in the room.
"She was so tight," I grunted, the memory fueling my movements. "Tighter than you are right now. A virgin's clutch. It was like her body was trying to keep me inside forever." My pace increased. Smack. Smack. "And when she came, it was silent. A whole earthquake trapped inside her skin. I felt it, Gwen. I felt her break apart around me."
Gwen was pushing back against me now, meeting every stroke, her own moans becoming ragged, broken things. "Did you… did you fill her?" she panted, the words slurred with pleasure.
I laughed, a rough, dark sound. "The first time? No. I made her wait for that, too. I came on her stomach. Hot and thick. Marked her skin. She just laid there, stunned, covered in me." I leaned over her, my mouth at her ear again. "But the second time… the second time, after I'd turned her over, pinned her to the mattress…"
I slammed into her, a brutal, deep stroke that punched the air from her lungs. My control was fraying, the coil in my gut winding impossibly tight.
"That's when I gave her the promise," I hissed. My hips stuttered, my rhythm becoming frantic, possessive. Smack-smack-smack. "I buried myself to the root and I unloaded inside her. A flood. A splurt so deep I felt it hit her womb. Gluush. Another. And another. Pumping her so full it leaked out around my cock while I was still in her."
My words dissolved into a guttural groan. The visual, the memory, the feeling of Gwen's tight channel milking me—it all crested at once.
"She wants your promise, Alex," Gwen cried out, her own climax tearing through her. Her body locked, then convulsed, her inner muscles spasming around me in rapid, rhythmic pulses. "Give it to me!"
That was all it took.
My vision whited out at the edges. I drove in one last, punishing time and held. My hips jerked involuntarily.
The first eruption was a voluminous, scalding SPLURT deep inside her. A thick, liquid punch that made her sob into the duvet. My cock pulsed, twitching violently.
The second was a gush, a hot flood. GLORCH. I could feel the weight of it, the obscene quantity spreading, filling her.
"Oh, fuck," Gwen choked, her body trembling uncontrollably as the sensation of being filled triggered another, smaller wave of pleasure.
The third was a series of pulses, each one a heavy, wet splurt… splurt… splort… painting her deepest places white. It seemed to go on forever, a seemingly endless reservoir claiming her. A thin, pearly trickle immediately began to seep out from where we were joined, dripping down her inner thigh.
I collapsed over her, my weight pressing her into the mattress, still buried inside, still jerking with the last aftershocks. Our sweat mingled. Our panting breaths were the only sound.
After a long moment, I shifted, pulling out slowly. A wet, sucking pop sounded, followed by a immediate, copious rush of my release onto the sheets beneath her. She winced at the sudden emptiness, then sighed, a sound of profound, sated completion.
I rolled onto my back beside her. We lay there in silence, the only movement the steady rise and fall of our chests.
Finally, Gwen turned her head on the pillow. Her face was flushed, her eyes hazy but intensely focused on me. "So that's her fantasy," she said, her voice soft. "To be claimed. To be… seeded."
"Yes."
"And you want to give it to her."
I looked at the ceiling, the certainty solid in my chest. "I do. When the time is right."
The words hung heavy in the air, a declaration that seemed to carry more weight than I had intended. Gwen shifted beside me, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of what we'd just shared. Her green eyes, usually so full of mischief and confidence, now held a deeper, almost vulnerable curiosity. She knew this was more than just a fantasy. It was a promise, one that I was sure I was ready to fulfill.
"You really mean it," she whispered, her voice a mix of awe and something else—anticipation, maybe even a flicker of fear. "When the time is right," she repeated, as if testing the phrase on her tongue. Her hand found mine, our fingers intertwining in a way that felt both familiar and impossibly new. "You'll claim her completely."