All Chapters of YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ELARA.His mouth moves from mine to my neck, biting hard enough to leave marks, and his hands are everywhere at once. Gripping my waist, sliding up my ribs, cupping my breasts with the same focused intensity he brings to sculpting."I need to understand how you feel," he says against my skin. "How your body responds. What makes you gasp. What makes you moan.""Then touch me properly."He pulls back to look at me and something dangerous moves across his face. "Get on your back. On the pedestal."I lie back and the surface is hard under me but I don't care. He's kneeling between my legs, still fully clothed, looking down at me like I'm something he's about to take apart to see how I work."Spread your legs wider," he says. "I want to see everything."I spread them and his eyes go dark. He runs his hands up my inner thighs slowly, watching my face the whole time."You're still wet from touching yourself," he observes. "Still swollen.""Yes.""Good." His thumb brushes over my clit and I j

SABLEThe preparation chamber is smaller than the bonding room, lit with amber light from oil lamps mounted on stone walls. The furniture consists primarily of one very large, very sturdy bed covered in deep red sheets that look like they’ve been chosen specifically because they won’t show stains.Three people are waiting for me.A woman with dark skin and a warrior’s build stands near the window, wearing loose training clothes that show defined muscle in her arms and shoulders. A man who’s beautiful in an almost unsettling way lounges against the wall, angular features and silver jewelry at his wrists and throat catching the lamplight. The third person is a man built like a stone wall, covered in scars, watching me with patient gray eyes that suggest he’s seen things most people haven’t.Davren gestures to each in turn. “This is Kiera, Vessel of the Hunt Goddess and experienced volunteer for Kael’s channeling. Theron, who serves Lysander exclusively and has done so for three years

NYLA. The recruiter slides the contract across the polished desk and I stare at the number with more zeros than I’ve ever seen attached to my name. “Twelve million credits,” she says in the practiced tone of someone who’s delivered this speech hundreds of times. “Paid in full upon confirmed pregnancy. Complete medical care throughout gestation and postpartum. Childcare stipend continues until the child reaches legal maturity at eighteen standard years.” “And all I have to do is get pregnant by an alien.” “By a Dravon male, yes. To be specific.” She folds her hands on the desk. “The species is facing extinction. A genetic mutation three generations ago resulted in ninety percent male births. They need human females willing to participate in the interspecies breeding program to ensure survival of their civilization.” I look at the holographic display rotating slowly above the desk. A Dravon male stands there rendered in perfect detail. He’s absolutely massive, easily nine

NYLAThree weeks into the breeding program and my body has adapted in ways I didn’t think possible.We’re not doing the minimum three sessions anymore. We’re averaging six times a day now and I’m the one initiating most of them.Thaellis is in the bathing chamber when I wake up, his bioluminescent patterns visible through the frosted glass as he cleans himself. I can see the outline of his massive body moving and my thighs clench automatically.Three weeks of being fucked by a nine-foot alien with a ridged cock and stamina that borders on supernatural has rewired something fundamental in my brain. I’m addicted to it now. To him. To the way he fills me so completely that I can’t think about anything except the sensation of those ridges dragging against every sensitive spot inside me.I slip out of bed and walk to the bathing chamber. He’s standing under the waterfall shower and when I open the door his head turns.“Nyla. You are awake earlier than usual.”“I need you.”His bioluminesce

NYLA. He positions himself behind me and slides inside slowly. Even after eight weeks my body still needs a moment to adjust to his size. When he’s fully seated he holds completely still.“How does this feel?” he asks. “Any discomfort? Any pain?”“No pain. Just need you to move.”He starts thrusting slowly, carefully, like I’m something fragile that might break. It’s good but I want more.“Harder,” I tell him. “I’m not fragile. Fuck me properly.”“I am being cautious.”“Be less cautious. The baby is fine. I’m fine. I need you to stop treating me like I’m delicate and fuck me the way you’ve been fucking me for eight weeks.”He makes a frustrated sound but increases his pace. Those perfect ridges drag against my inner walls and I moan into the bedding.“Better?” he asks.“Much better. Don’t stop.”He fucks me with increasing intensity, one hand gripping my hip while the other slides around to play with my clit. I’m already climbing toward orgasm fast.“I am going to breed you again,”