I woke up this morning with a single, overwhelming thought: I will never be empty again. My ex used to tell me my womb was as useless as I was. It was just another piece of him to ignore. But now? Now I feel full. Full of purpose, full of devotion, full of his seed. The ache I feel isn't loneliness anymore; it's the profound, physical need to be claimed, to be bred, to make a life with the man who truly owns me. Every time he fills my pussy, it feels like a promise. I can't wait for the day my body starts to change, for everyone to see the permanent mark of his love on me. Until then, I'll just keep begging for it, over and over. ♡