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Antonin tramped across the room, plowing into Marietta, long fingers hitching behind her jaw. He kissed her like a man crazed, starved. Sweeping her up, the feverish dance of lips and tongues nay breaking, he deposited her on the couch, fastening himself between her thighs.
"What did you ask Santa for, milaya?” Antonin breathed into their passions.
Marietta’s response was so low, strained, that he couldn’t make it out.
“What was that?” Antonin pulled back, staring down through drink-heavy eyes.
“A baby,” she said fiercely, dragging his mouth back to hers.
Reaching spasmodically, Antonin grabbed for the Santa hat and plopped it on. Fuck, was he drunk. Alcohol made him a stark raving lunatic, and not in a bad way. Surely, had he not been holed up for weeks with only a baby for company, he would have thought what he was about to say utterly ridiculous, but, the wine and hormones powered on.
“Turns out, you are in luck…” Antonin grinned, palming her breasts, “St. Nicholas sent me to give you your gift. What shall we make, hmm? A sister for Liosha?”
“I’ll take whatever you’ll give me,” Marietta moaned, yanking his trousers open with such ferocity the button skittered off across the floor.
After a flurry of maneuvers, his pants rucked down, cock freed and weeping, her dress ripped, and panties hanging off an ankle, Antonin entered Marietta, filling her to the brim in one voracious lunge, fingers bruising hips, her teeth sinking into his neck, muffling her ecstatic cries.
“Gonna give you so much of me,” Antonin growled as he rutted, “Next Christmas, we’ll be buying gifts for two babies!”
“Don’t,” Marietta puffed, groaning lasciviously with his every plunge, “forget about Leo!”
With a desperate whine, Antonin thrust harder, deeper, as realization flooded him.
He HAD been including Leo in that count.
“Is that what you want? To have your womb bursting with not one, but two of my children? Would you give me twins, klubnika?”
“I would give you everything,” Marietta screamed, clutching, arching, and writhing against him, her body overtaken by orgasm.
Antonin hoisted her legs over his shoulders, bent them back so the head of his pistoning cock was in the exact place it was needed, the shortest distance between him and what they both wanted. Groaning, Antonin came, emptying himself into her as dexterous fingers beckoned her off another cliff, enticing her body to drink up everything he’d just given her.
“Tsk tsk,” Antonin slurred after catching his breath. His cock had regrettably softened, fell from its sheath, and with it, their pearlescent dreams leaked.
“We don’t want to waste a single drop,” Antonin whispered against her lips, kissing Marietta deeply as he scooped and finger-fucked his seed back into her, back to where it belonged.
Marietta then tugged Antonin down on top of her. He slumped off to one side, pressing his face into her cheek. Summoning a blanket, they drifted off into a satisfied haze together.