You got your fantasy [END]

Nature, as it always does, eventually responded to the relentless, unchecked demands of desire.

Three months passed in a blur of tropical heat, luxurious comfort, and endless, primal intimacy.

You stood on the private balcony of your master suite, watching the sun set over the glowing horizon of Bahía Ámbar. The sky was painted in brilliant shades of deep orange, pink, and gold.

Behind you, the glass doors slid open softly. Jessica walked out onto the balcony, wearing a tight, form-fitting summer dress that left her shoulders bare.

She didn't say a word. She came to stand beside you, placing her hand gently over her lower stomach.

You looked down. The once flat, tightly toned stomach was no longer flat. A distinct, unmistakable curve had formed beneath the soft fabric of her dress—a firm, beautiful swell that marked the presence of new life growing inside her. Your seed had taken root. Her body was changing, fulfilling the exact destiny you had demanded of her.

You turned toward her, resting your hand over hers, feeling the warmth of her belly beneath your palm. A deep, overwhelming sense of primal pride washed through your entire being. She was your whore, she was carrying your royal bastard, and she was radiant.

​"How do you feel, Jessica?" you ask softly, looking into her eyes.

​Jessica looks down at your hand on her stomach, a soft, genuinely radiant smile spreading across her face. "I feel happy, William. Truly happy."

​"Good," you say, your voice dropping an octave as your gaze drifts down from her eyes to her flushed lips, and then down to her newly swollen breasts and rounded belly. Your hand slides down from her stomach to grip her waist, pulling her flush against your body.

​"Now," you whisper against her ear, "I want to fuck you."