Fill Me Up Novels & Stories

I’d come — moaning — “Yes — daddy — fill me up —” He’d explode — cum splashing his chest — growling my name. It was addictive. Obsession. And it only got hotter.

The air in Hawaii felt heavy and damp, smelling of tropical flowers and the salty sea. It had been two days since our tense flight, and in that time, Eddie and I had barely spoken. He just hung around the doorway of our room like a shadow. I stood in front of the tall mirror, acting calm even though I felt empty inside. I picked out a long, black silk dress. It was a huge contrast to the bright, flowery outfits my sisters, Lily and Bethany, would definitely wear. To me, it felt like I was dressing for a funeral—my own.

“She’s so pathetic. she’s desperate for our attention and money. Fuck mommy I’m close. Can I please cum for you?” "Yes, Malcom. Oh fuckkkk, that’s it.” Genevieve shrieked, her own internal muscles clamping down on him like a vice. "Fill me! Empty those fucking balls inside me.” He couldn't hold back any longer. He shoved himself up into her, his fingers bruising her hips, and erupted. He pumped wave after wave of thick, hot load into her core, the force of his release making him howl into the empty room. He filled her to the absolute brim, the heat of his seed flooding her until she felt like she was overflowing.

I cry through the whole thing, not from pain, from the overwhelming sensation of being completely, utterly claimed. “Fill me, please, one more time, I want to feel you all week — please, sir, master, fill me up—” They do. Both holes flooding with thick, hot cum. I feel every pulse, every throb, and my body milks them through whispered, broken words: “I’m yours. Completely. Thank you for ruining me.”

“You’re so big. Fill me up.” We moved like animals, lost in the rhythm. Her nails dug in, my hands gripped her ass, pulling her closer with each drive. “Come inside me,” she begged. “Just this once.” That pushed me over. I exploded, groaning her name, feeling her pulse around me in another wave.

Every touch sent sparks of pleasure-pain straight to my brain. "I'm going to come again," I said. My voice was muffled by the pillow, barely intelligible. "You're going to make me come again." "Good. Come with me. I'm right there. I can feel it. My balls are so full. I'm going to fill you up. Pump you so full of my cum that it's leaking out of you for a week. You want that? You want me to breed that tight little pussy?" "Yes. Yes, breed me. Fill me up. Give me all of it."

“Fill me up. I want to feel it leaking out of me for days.” Marl’s thru$ts grew erratic, desperate. The pain from her bites and claws pushed him right to the edge. He came with a guttural shout, ¢o¢k pulsing hard as he flooded her pu$$y with thick, hot spurts. Miraeve followed right after, walls clamping down around him, milking every drop while she shook and cried out his name. But they weren’t done.

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“Every time I fill you up, spill everything I have deep inside… I’m marking you. I’m planting myself inside you. So even when I’m not right here, I’m still inside. Still part of you. And nothing else can ever be there. You’re full of me. Always.” “I love it when you come inside me,” I moaned, my hips meeting every thrust, chasing that feeling of being overflowing with him. “I want you to do it every time. Never pull out. Never leave me empty. Fill me up until I’m dripping with you, until I carry every drop. It’s mine, and it’s yours, and it’s ours.”

"What am I supposed to do about tomorrow's competition?" Dad felt bad for him, and he urgently said, "Just give us a little more time, Zach. We'll find a way to transfer his system to you. Once that's done, everything will be over." I returned to my room in a daze as everything I had just seen kept replaying in my mind. What exactly was going on? I fell asleep in a daze. The next day, a mechanical voice in my head woke me up. 'Host! You finally remember me!'