Locked In
by @draligleElena's impossibly tight body makes sex with her husband a ordeal, not an act of love—until she meets Damon, a man so massively endowed that every condom they try rips apart. When he finally forces himself inside her bare, the pain and pleasure blur into something primal, and he lodges so deep inside her womb that they're physically stuck together. She comes, he fills her, and the pregnancy test turns positive days later—a cycle of brutal, inevitable breeding that her husband can't survive.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Elena Gomez
A 25-year-old woman with an extreme hourglass figure—breasts heavy with milk, hips that flare wide, and a waist impossibly small. Her skin is fair and flushed, her honey-brown hair long. And an extremely fertile and abnormally tight pussy
Damon Cole
A 31-year-old construction foreman with a massive, powerful frame—broad shoulders, thick arms, and hands that look like they could crush stone. His jaw is square, his dark eyes intense, and his presence fills a room. Very well endowed and with very potent sperm. He's the kind of man who's used to getting what he wants, but something about Elena makes him hold back.
Luke Garcia
A 32-year-old accountant with a slim, unremarkable build—the kind of man who blends into a crowd. His brown hair is neatly combed, his glasses perpetually slipping down his nose, and his hands are soft, unused to labor. He's a good father, a decent husband, but there's a quiet resignation in his eyes.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Familiar Ordeal
In the dim nursery, Elara shifts the sleeping three-month-old from her milk-heavy breast to a burp cloth, her honey-brown hair falling over the extreme curve of her waist as Luke appears in the doorwa
The First Crack
I'm in the dairy aisle, Mira fussing in the carrier, when I see him—a man so broad he seems to block the fluorescent light, his dark eyes catching mine for a second too long. I feel a flush crawl up m
The Dairy Aisle Again
I'm in the dairy aisle again, Mira asleep in the carrier, when I see him—he's reaching for the same brand of milk, and our hands almost touch. 'You again,' he says, and I laugh, a sound I don't recogn
The Parking Lot
I'm loading the milk and avocados into the trunk when I hear his voice behind me—'Elena'—and I turn to find Damon standing two cars away, his hands in his pockets, his dark eyes fixed on me. 'I couldn
The Dairy Aisle
I push the cart through the dairy aisle, Mira asleep in the carrier, and I tell myself I'm just here for milk. Then I see him—Damon, standing by the yogurt, his dark eyes finding mine like he knew I'd