EroticReverie

This is part two to Psychos on The Master List.

Eve - Seven months later

I’m wearing white flat house slippers and a white sheer see through night gown as I sit at the kitchen table , my hand on my belly, my breasts bigger and spilling from the flimsy fabric as they heave over the top that once fit my breasts before they grew nearly two cup sizes. 

“Here you go , pet” Malachi says as he sits a plate full of pancakes, bacon, eggs and breakfast sausage down in front of me. Then bends down and kisses the top of my head and then dips his mouth to my cheek and kisses that too, I lift my chin and smile softly as he kisses my mouth then puts his hand on the front of my stomach and dips down kissing the top of eight months pregnant belly. 

According to the doctor that came to the house , in his estimation, Malachi pretty much got me pregnant the first time we had sex. Well, the first time he raped me. After The night Malachi had finally let Lazarus and Ryder  have sex with me. I’d woken up the next morning sick to my stomach. A few hours later after pissing on a stick, Malachi had fucked me in celebration the rest of the afternoon. 

I wasn’t ready to be a mother, but I knew better than to act anything other than happy. I might have been in love with the man that kidnapped me and raped me and hurt me, but I wasn’t ready to have a child. I wasn’t ready to raise a fucking baby or bring someone into this world when there were monsters lurking everywhere. Three of them lurking in its own home. But Malachi was trying. And after that night when he allowed the others to be with me  intimately , they’d all kind of suppressed the monsters inside them. We’re they still fucked up? Yes. Ryder still had an affinity for his knives and murdering people and raping them. And Lazarus still fucked the dead. I don’t know what it says about me that I’ve …gotten used to it. Or that I care about them. I don’t know what it says about me that I’m no longer scared to have the baby in this house of horrors. It took me a few months to deal with it , but once I saw my belly start to swell, the bump that Malachi hasn’t taken his eyes off of, I kind of just , accepted it. Maybe it had more to do with the fact that ever since her found out I was pregnant , he hasn’t lost control. Not once. 

Maybe it’s because a part of him is inside me. Maybe the monster inside him is pleased that I’m carrying a child that was made by him. Because it was the monster that raped me. It was the monster that stole my face innocence. 

Malachi kisses me several times on the stomach score grabbing his own plate and sitting down to eat with me. Ryder and Lazarus would come home today. They’ve been gone a week for “work”. 

I’ve learned not to ask what they have to do or where they have to go and what for. Because it’s never good. It never anything I want to hear. 

I find a little bit of comfort in knowing that most (but not all) of their victims are bad people. I suppose it hypocritical to justify them doing bad things to bad people when I know the terrible things they’re capable of. And I hate to admit, that sometimes I feel lucky that they found me. Who better to protect you in a cruel world that the three clinically psychotic men that were in love with you?

Maybe it’s Stockholm syndrome, or maybe I’m partially mad too. Because I love them. I care for them. And I’d do bad things too if anyone tried to hurt them. 

After breakfast , Malachi and I go upstairs , and I take the position. His hands pushing up my night gown over my ass as I pose on all fours on the bed near the end. Because he can never get enough, and I can’t either. My pregnancy hormones have me so fucking horny all the damn time, and Malachi, Ryder and Lazarus are in their fucking glory because of it. It doesn’t matter how uncomfortable I am due to the pregnancy or that my ankles are constantly swollen, my libido just does not give a fuck. 

“Master” I moan as Malachi cups my pussy, and rubs my clit and plays in the slickness between my pussy lips, spreading it back and forth. 

“Is this for me , pet? For the man that bred you?” He asks as he rubs my clit in slow soft circles and my toes curl and my hands clench the covers on the bed. 

“Yes master” I moan and he groans. 

Malachi may not have lost control when I came to the monster inside of him, but he was still wicked at times , still possessed me and got greedy with me and kept me to himself for weeks at a time not allowing the others to touch me. 

“Do you miss The others?” He asks as he pushes the head of his cock against my cunt and I nod. 

“Yes, but I miss you the most” I exhale as he notched the head of his cock inside me and then pulls right back out. 

“But you had me this morning pet” he says, knowing damn well it doesn’t matter if I last had him days or minutes ago. That I loved him inside of me, needed it, craved it.  

“I need you always Master” I moan and he groans and sinks himself into me slowly and my cunt clenches around him. Sure I might be used to the size of him and the others by now, but it didn’t mean that my pussy didn’t ache from the stretch each time they slid into me. Malachi most of all. He’s the longest , the thickest and the stretch happening inside me as my walls allow him in , proves it. 

When they first kidnapped me, Lazarus had told me that Malachi doesn’t share. That he’d fuck me and use me till he grew bored of me and then give me to Ryder and Lazarus to toy with before I ultimately got killed. But that didn’t happen. And apparently Malachi is capable of sharing me….sometimes. 

Lazarus pouts but ultimately backs off when Malachi doesn’t want to share me. Ryder , for the most part will listen, but him and Malachi still go at fucking war over me from time to time. But none of them are monsters to me anymore. And while I’m fortunate I suppose, it doesn’t mean I’m not constantly worrying about when the wicked shoe will drop and one of them snaps. 

“Please Master, be good to me” I moan and Malachi grabs my hips gently and fucks me so slowly and carefully. Not bottoming out, only letting the crown of his cock graze my cervix before he pulls out. 

I’m not sure if I still need to remind him to be good to me, but I do it anyways. Everytime he’s inside of me. 

“Is that good pet?” He asks and I moan with a nod and I start to move as well, rocking back and forth as my head hangs and my hair spills over the bed as I lay my face down and leave my ass in the air. My pregnant tits and belly touching the bed. 

The more pregnant I became the harder it was for me to handle being in this position or any position at all, but again. My pussy was wet, and needy for it , regardless. 

“Lay on your side , pet.”Malachi groans as he slides out of me and I whimper as i crawl forward and lay on my side as Malachi slips onto the bed behind me. 

He props a pillow under the side of my belly giving it something more to rest on as he scoops up my leg and kisses my head as he slides into me. I let out a satisfied moan of bliss as I feel him fill me. 

“Mmmfuck” I whimper as he thrusts a bit faster than before but not any deeper or harder. 

“Malachi” i moan and he pants behind me and goes a bit harder. I let out a cry.  

“Master!” I screech as he fucks me harder.  Harder. I can feel him deep inside of me, can feel the brutality of his hips as he curls his arm around my hoisted leg and lifts it a little higher. 

“Who bred you pet? Who made that belly so fucking big and beautiful?” He groans and I cry out his name and he groans loudly and keeps going hard and fast. It’s not a wicked pace, he’s not losing control in the way of the monster, but losing control within himself. Because Malachi can be good to me , but not without just hurting me a little. To feed the part of who he is that craves it. It’s not just the monster that likes when I hurt , Malachi does too. 

But I’ve come to love hurting for him. I love giving him what he needs.  From rough fucks to wicked slaps on my breasts , my ass, my thighs, anywhere his hands thinks my body deserves to sting a little. From his piss I drink regularly or him showering me in it on my knees. There’s still the filthy dark side of Malachi that has nothing to do with the monster in him. And I’ll gladly feed his desires. 

“How many can I put inside of you Eve?” He groans and I whimper. Malachi has become obsessed with breeding me. Keeping me pregnant. 

“As many as you want master” I moan, giving him the answer I know he needs. Did I want more children? I wasn’t sure. I’d hardly been ready for this one, the thought of Malachi fucking one after another into me, in a way , it turned me on. But, didn’t I truly want to be bred continuously? Hell no. But I feed him the words he needs to hear , because I know it’ll only hurt him if I tell the truth. And I’m not interested in hurting him, not interested in waking the monster inside of him. 

With my answer Malachi pulls out and I pant and roll onto my back slightly as he lifts his leg. Straddling me and shoves my nightgown up over my belly. 

Thick ropes of cum splash against my belly. Covering in, dripping down the swell of my stomach as he finishes over me. I’m whimpering, the ache between my legs needing more. But I know he’s not done. 

We’ll be in our bed all morning , until Ryder and Lazarus get home. They’ll want their fill too. It’s been a week. My pussy aches at the promise of being stuffed full all day long. 

Malachi slide back behind me, still hard and slips back inside as he reaches down and rubs my clit. 

“Your turn pet. Cum for the for the father of your child Eve”