All Chapters of Wild Fetish Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

NinaThe thought of getting pregnant had always been the surface of my deepest desires—dark, raw, and unrelenting. Seeing women with swollen bellies, their bodies transformed by passion and creation, sent heat rippling through me. I knew exactly what they did to be in that state, and the idea always made my breath hitch and my body ache.It started when I was 21, a craving I had to suppress through years of university and endless work shifts. But even as life piled responsibilities onto my shoulders, that need never left. It clung to me, lurking in the corners of my mind. Nine years later, despite my chaotic schedule, that fantasy only grew more vivid.Late at night, I'd come home exhausted but restless, slipping beneath my sheets with sinful thoughts swirling in my head. I'd imagine strong hands gripping my hips, my body sweaty and my inside filled to the brim, swollen with the proof of desire. The pulse between my legs became impossible to ignore until I found release, panting in th

I was told to submit my address, and I did. Then I made the necessary payment, which was quite cheaper than I thought. I also typed down my schedule because I didn’t want a situation where I would be out working and he would come in, only to find an empty house. I wanted to be ready. I wanted to be present.Unlike my usual days of juggling four to five part-time jobs and returning home by 9 or 10 PM, completely exhausted, today was different. I only worked at the café and the library before returning home. Today was the very first day I had ever skipped three part-time jobs since the day I became a working adult—more like a working slave. My bosses were all understanding and kind. They said I needed the break because I was very hardworking, and because of that, I tended to ignore my health.“You deserve a day off, Nina,” my café manager had said, her voice warm. “You can’t keep running yourself into the ground.”I had nodded, grateful. A day off meant time to think, time to feel. And

The rest of the day went by with the same routine—wrapping flowers, making coffee, and politely smiling at customers. But I kept thinking about D and how he left without saying anything.When my shift ended, the sun was low in the sky, casting a warm golden light on the streets. I walked home slowly, my body still sore from the night before. When I reached my apartment, I opened the door. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment as I let out a long, shaky breath. I moved to the kitchen, my stomach growling, and rummaged through the fridge for something to eat. As I ate, I couldn’t help but glance at the clock, counting the minutes until D might return.He didn't show up, and I waited and waited. Just as I was about to send him a text about his lateness, he knocked on my door and I opened it to see him. Before I could open my mouth to tell him that I thought he wouldn't come, his lips crashed into mine. His lips slanted against mine so roughly a

KANE I found myself staring at the naked woman in front of me, her youthful charm and perfectly proportioned curves making her undeniably attractive—the kind of woman who could easily be anyone’s ideal. She was exactly my type, the kind I’d normally be eager to be with. But as I reached down for my cock, my heart sank.My body wasn’t responding.*How? What the hell is going on?* I thought, panic creeping in. Normally, just the sight of a seductive, unclothed woman would be enough to get me going, but today was different. My mind raced. Was it because I hadn’t had sex in a week? Or had I somehow managed to break it?Shit! The red-haired woman stared back at me, her fake lashes fluttering in confusion and impatience. Sweat began to trickle down my back as I frantically tried to figure out what to do. *Think, damn it! Think!*Then my mind wandered to the only woman who had managed to occupy my thoughts again and again without fail. I imagined her completely bare, her fair legs spread

Then, I heard another knock on the door—firm, deliberate. This time, I knew without a doubt. It was Kane.I opened the door, and there he stood, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe. He wore a dark turtleneck that clung to his sculpted torso, the fabric stretching over well-defined abs, paired with fitted jeans that did nothing to hide the raw power beneath. He looked devastatingly handsome, effortlessly so.If I had any less self-control, I would have thrown myself at him, wrapped my arms around him, and never let go. That’s how much he had consumed my thoughts over the past week and a half.Before I could process what was happening, the world flipped. One moment, I was standing there, and the next, I was draped over his shoulder, my head dangling upside down near his lower back. A surprised gasp escaped me, realization hitting a second too late. He had moved so fast that I hadn't even registered it.Kane carried me to my new bed and laid me down with a gentleness th