You own me like whispers in poetry

Gasping for breath to fill her lungs he filled her womb again. His seed settling into her fertile grasp. Her chest heaved raggedly, a cough to clear her throat as he laid his head on her chest. It was sore, somehow she relished in the pain he gave her now. It meant and felt so much more than just pain. He was intoxicating, she loved every moment spent with him. Even if he was a bastard he was her bastard, and she was his to do as he wished. She belonged to him. She loved it.

She woukd cough again as he helped her up, but soon her breathing steadied though panting. She hummed as he kissed her neck so tenderly. Maybe that was why she had started to love the pain. He could be so tender before and after.

She half laughed and half coughed her response to his question. Licking her lips, she laid her head into his fur and sighed out, "Sure," she still throbbed, "yes, how do I prepare?" She asked, tilting her head to look at his brilliant sapphire orbs. She hoped some of their babies had his pretty eyes.