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The warehouse creaked, old metal shifting and turning. Water droplets dripped from the roof after a big Florida rainstorm. It was quiet besides the gentle rain pitter pattering on the metal ceiling. Eddie had prepared thoroughly all day before this moment, even preparing medical supplies borrowed from Trager, stashed in his red Cadillac, parked hidden a few hundred feet away from the warehouse and the field that kept it. He knows in his heart she will not be hurt. He knows this because he has told himself over and over before falling asleep the night before, that he will be faster than anything Damien tries to throw at her, if he tries at all. Eddie equipped her in a long, black leather trench coat with military grade armor underneath, baggy leather pants, and black leather high heeled boots that rode up to her thighs. She patrolled the area before to make sure cameras were not in place anywhere. The coast is clear. Damien is to arrive any minute now.

“I love you." Eddie whispered into her ear as she stood off to the side inside the warehouse, before he embarked into darkness, becoming a shadow.

“I love you more." She whispered back.

Her stomach twisted, her chest tight. The anxiety almost hurts…but the excitement nearly cancels out the pain. She whipped up some tears, ready for Damien.

They both heard a car slam its brakes on outside. It's him.

Damien ruffled his thick, dark hair as he contemplated walking inside the warehouse. His phone is tight in his hand, rereading the text messages from her over and over again. Before he drove here, he snorted a line of cocaine, desperate to feel better than stressed out with all this madness. She won't know he's coked up, right? Does he even care about what she did to him at the Christmas dinner? He is too high to remember. He is on a one track mind, all he needs to do is take her out of the picture, so he can get Eddie back, employ him again, give him better pay than even what he is paid as a manager just to keep him. His heart aches for Eddie's touch again.

He wants to be hurt, but he wants to break her more.

He steps foot into the warehouse, his boots covered in mud.

“Hey, where are you?!" He called out.

“Right here." She said sniffling, crocodile tears sliding down her clean face, coming into the light, shining from a hole in the ceiling, illuminating her figure to be almost ethereal.

“Hey, what is going on?! I can get you out of this, you just have to come with me, I can find you shelter, you could stay at my house, whatever you need!"

The knife hiding behind her coat was calling for her to strike, but she kept it quiet, she knew she wouldn't need to use it yet…

Damien cautiously steps forward more, growing closer to Eddie's darling.

His brain, being too drugged, failed to notice the plastic wrap that covered nearly the entire floor area of the building.

A creak from behind him made his body go tense, but he threw it off as the metal of the old building simply shifting.

Damien was cold, but still sweating bullets.

The behemoth shadow from behind him came into the light, his fate was already sealed.

He couldn't even shout before Eddie's rock hard fist clocked his jaw, twisting his skull, and sending his body to the concrete floor.

It is finally unfolding in front of her. Something she has dreamed of. Yearned for… to be protected by someone like Eddie Gluskin. She couldn't keep the high pitched laughs in, she busted out laughing maniacally at the sight of the pathetic Damien Rogers finally down, like he belongs.

Damien's mouth began to bleed, his jaw cut from the force that Eddie hit him with, a force inhuman.

Eddie stepped onto his chest, pressing down, the cracking of his ribs echoing throughout the warehouse.

“You think you can TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME?!" Eddie roared, eyes fuming and bloodshot.

Damien croaked, “E…Eddie…wait…"

His wife stepped closer, peering over Damien's head from above, Eddie on the other end. She held the knife with joy, holding it up and pointing it towards his body on the floor with eagerness.

Eddie bent down, one hand on Damien's neck, grasping around it so hard it could pop off. “You want to kill…my precious babies?"

Damien claws at his large hand, but it did nothing.

The first time Eddie and Damien fought, it was domestic, something contained, contained within a home and contained within the social barriers as something mostly justifiable to the public eye. This time, it is something else, something animalistic. While animalistic and depraved, love still loomed, after all, Eddie and his other half are doing this to keep it alive, keep their unborn daughters alive, and their lifelong dreams.

Damien made the mistake of meeting Eddie Gluskin and falling for him.

Who wouldn't fall for someone of his stature, six foot and ten inches tall with a killer body?

“This is for Paris!" She barked happily, taking the knife and slipping it against Damien's right shoulder, cutting him.

Blood spurted from his body and onto her black, high heel boots.

“And this…" She purred, “IS FOR ELEANOR!" She stabbed Damien again, this time in the other shoulder.

“Who the FUCK! Let…ME GO! EDDIE, YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME! SHE IS CRAZY!" He cried, blood bubbling from the corners of his mouth.

“Crazy? She is crazy for me." Eddie crooned, smirking at her.

Eddie's heart is on fire watching his perfect bride assisting him in protecting their love and their babies futures. The thumping of his heart is like drums inside his ribcage, beating only for her, and for his budding children that are tucked snuggly in her womb.

“Love isn't, for everyone." Eddie scolded Damien, swiveling his foot around on his broken chest.

Once he knew Damien was too weak to move again, he released his footing off of him, and gestured to her for the knife. She handed him the knife, and when their hands touched again, it felt more electric than ever.

Eddie mutilated one leg quite a bit to keep him from being able to flee easily, if he somehow tried. She held her hand against his mouth to cover his squeals, which sounded like a dying pig.

Another sound crackled behind the three of them, near the door.

“Need me?" Arthur said, walking in, holding a big trash bag.

Arthur walked over to the group and assisted in putting a still alive Damien into the bag. Arthur threw him over his shoulder and proceeded to drag him towards the door.

“Just a second, my love. I have to fetch the car." Eddie said to her, kissing her on the forehead before leaving.

Arthur stood alone with her and Damien, beaten and bloody in the bag.

“Hey, Arthur." She said, grinning.

“Heya. I knew you guys needed me!"

Eddie treaded the tall and thick grass quickly for a few minutes, until he reached the car. He brought it back to the warehouse, parking it so the trunk could open directly in front of the door where Arthur was ready to unload the pathetic Damien.

Arthur easily plops Damien, squirming and groaning, into the trunk.

She giggles as she passes the trunk shutting on him, holding her mouth. She sits into the front passenger beside Eddie, and Arthur stays behind to clean up the blood. With plastic wrap, it is a really easy clean up. Arthur also has no problem with walking all the way back to the mansion, the area that they live in has no criminal activity (besides them) and even if someone tried to mug him, they would for sure turn back around upon seeing his disfigured face.

“Wake up, you little shit." Eddie growled to Damien, who is chained up in a wheelchair in the mansion's basement.

His wife watched in another chair, across from Damien by about fifteen feet. She crossed her legs slyly. She had changed outfits since Damien woke again. Now she is wearing a black and extra tight maternity t-shirt, with a heart cutout breast window, and the same leather pants from before.

Eddie walked behind her, holding her shoulders from behind, admiring her as if she was a religious fertility statue.

“Damien." She said, staring into his eyes, something sinister behind them.

“Fuck you to hell." Damien spat towards her.

Eddie had to be stopped from going back over to attack him again, she grabbed his arm and gestured to him that she had more to say to him.

“You are probably wondering who Paris and Eleanor are." She said, pulling a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“No, and I don't fuckin' care."

“Paris and Eleanor…" She lowers her hands to her belly, and caresses it softly. “They are my beautiful baby girls. Our girls. You think you can threaten them and get away with it?"

Eddie lowered himself down to the floor to be closer to them, pressing his temple against her swollen tummy, in a deep obsessive trance.

Damien just groaned back, staring with hate in his eyes.

“I'm going to get Trager, I want this sick fuck to suffer." Eddie whispered into her ear.

Trager comes downstairs peppy, ready for fun.

“BUDDY!" He shouted, grazing over to Damien.

Another prisoner in the room cries out, being woken by Trager's voice instinctually. Damien is left speechless once the existence of the other person was made known.

That is what is going to happen to him next.

“Richard, take out his kidney, liver, you name it. Sell whatever you can for profit. Leave him alive, I will handle him later." Eddie said firmly to the surgeon, as he put on his blood stained apron, ready for action.

“Got it, buddy." Trager grabbed a bonesaw off the metal table next to them.

Eddie grabbed his wife's hand and led her back upstairs as if they were walking through a field of flowers on a date.

Back upstairs, Eddie cradled his darling tight in their bed. His body relaxed, warm, full of love. She spread out naked as he massaged her muscles everywhere, a well due reward for her great help in hunting Damien, and in general for being a goddess on earth, put down here just to love and serve Eddie. Both of them are tired from today's incident. He slowly rubs her breasts and belly from behind.

He sheds his clothes too, ready for sleep.

But something else first.

His fingers trail along her hips, across her lower abdomen, and stay there a moment, making possessive circles with multiple fingers above her groin, then they slide down again, slipping between her legs. She is already soaked, leaking out of her pussy, which she can't help. Being pregnant in itself is a turn on for her, and when he worships her like a goddess and pets her like how he does, she melts. He slides his pointer and middle finger between her vulva, feeling his wet territory. She moans softly and grasps her hands at his free hand. He is ready, panting and hot. He maneuvers his free thigh facing upward against her nice behind, and bends his knee to lock legs with hers. He lets a long finger enter her, her tight muscles contracting around him in ecstasy. He teases her until she is sweating and panting to be filled up by something much bigger. He grinds his hips closer against her, his big cock sliding around the wetness of the outside of her vulva. He pushes a little harder, pulling her body against him more to get the perfect angle, and with ease, he slips inside, her warm walls enclose around him snugly, it makes him go weak. She can't keep herself quiet, she moans as he starts to thrust into her, gently and sensually. His breath is shaky, she feels it against her skin. He uses his fingers to massage her clit. She nearly screams, she shudders against him, her inner walls tightening and releasing with pleasure. More natural lubrication seeps out from her hole, coating him in more. He increases his rhythm and speed. He places his other hand against her soft and flushed belly, pressing into it gently. She nears climax, he gets faster with thrusting deeper and deeper into her and gets faster over her clit. She explodes, heaving for air, her moans like a song to his ears. As she cums, he feels her abdominal muscles tense and clench. Feeling her cum on his cock and her swollen belly tensing makes him close, a volcano near eruption in his body. He props her up onto her knees, into a kneeling doggy, her sensitive and big bump rubbing back and forth against the bed as he makes love. He quickly grabs her hands into his as he senses himself about to bust. She turns her head backwards and they lock lips, moaning and groaning into each other. He makes his thrusts faster but in a strong rhythm, his skin slaps against hers. He pushes his huge dick as far as it could possibly fit inside her, his breath hitches. Cum starts to pool inside her, filling her up more and more. He does three or four more thrusts, slow, enjoying the orgasm and pumping her full of his hot load.

He pats his hand against her belly. “You have been such a horny slut for me lately…enjoy your reward, darling."

She arches her back, pressing her breasts into the blanket as much as her bump would let her. “Thank you, mmmm, fuck, so good…" She whines.

He pulls out, and his hot and thick cum bubbles and seeps out of her hole, it trails down between her slit slowly.

As much as Eddie loves to adore and stare at the mess he made of her, he has to get into the covers to stop himself from needing another round, he would feel bad to keep her up more than he already has. He makes sure she gets lots of beauty sleep and rest whenever she needs it, she needs to be in perfect health while making his babies inside her perfect and ultra fertile womb. He tents the blanket up so she can crawl under with him. They snuggle against each other, her head nestled against his collarbone, and fall asleep pleasantly, happy, and satisfied.