Chapter 1

The wind whipped Selene's long black hair across her face, a stark contrast to the icy determination in her blue eyes. Cassian, tied to a sturdy wooden chair in the center of the secluded, echoing warehouse, watched her with an unsettling calm. He was handsome, even battered and bruised. His long blonde hair, usually impeccably styled, was now plastered to his forehead, and a dark bruise blossomed on his cheekbone beside his black eyes.

—Selene— he said, his voice surprisingly steady. —I was expecting you.—

—Were you?— She moved closer, the metallic tang of her pistol a constant reminder of her purpose. The organization, the one she'd served blindly for years, had deemed him a threat. Eliminate Cassian was the order, clean and efficient. But something felt wrong. The intel they'd supplied...it didn't quite fit the man before her.

—I know why you're here— he continued, his gaze unwavering. —You think I'm the traitor.—

Selene circled him, the air thick with unspoken tension. —Aren't you?—

He chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. —The irony is, they are. The organization you dedicate yourself to, Selene.—

His words were a seed of doubt planted in fertile ground. She'd always questioned the methods, the unseen strings, the ultimate goal. Now, looking into his eyes, she saw not a predator, but a victim.

She holstered her weapon, the click echoing in the cavernous space. —Prove it.—

This was where the script diverged. The organization expected a swift execution. Instead, Selene found herself ushering Cassian into the adjoining room, a surprisingly well-equipped kitchen within the desolate warehouse.

—Torture, Selene?— Cassian asked, raising a brow.

—Information extraction— she corrected, a playful glint in her eyes, though truth be told, Selene was unsure of her own intentions. She moved to the refrigerator and started pulling various food items: a whole roasted chicken, a massive bowl of pasta, various bottles of fizzy drinks, and a large chocolate cake.

—Interesting methods— he said, his eyes darting from the food to Selene.

She arranged all the food in front of him. —Eat— she commanded, her voice husky. —Everything.—

He looked at her, amused. —And if I refuse?—

Selene leaned in close, her breath ghosting across his face. —Then I'll have to make you.—

He hesitated, so Selene grabbed the roasted chicken to feed it to him. He began to eat with a voracious appetite, his eyes never leaving Selene's. As he devoured the food, she watched, a growing heat rising within her. The way his throat worked as chewed, the way his stomach pushed against his shirt... It was intoxicating. Selene felt an unusual excitement growing inside of her.

Cassian continued to eat everything she fed him, working through each dish with surprising speed. His button-down shirt strained tighter. His belly swelled. This was turning into a strange game of feedism.

He finished the pasta, then Selene reached for the fizzy drinks to make him drink. Each gulp seemed to inflate him further and further.

—More?— Selene purred, offering him the chocolate cake.

Cassian met her gaze, his black eyes gleaming. —Please.—

As he devoured the cake, a loud burp rumbled from his depths. Selene shivered. She started to feel extremely horny and aroused.

Cassian, sensing her reaction, grinned. —I can do better than that.—

He continued to eat, pushing his body to its limits, inflating like a balloon. Each burp became louder.

—Tell me— Selene said, untying him so he could eat on his own, her voice trembling slightly. —Tell me what they're planning.—

His belly now pressed against the table, threatening to burst. He swallowed hard, another burp escaping his lips. —They're selling information,— he gasped, struggling to speak between belches. —To the highest bidder. They don't care who it hurts.—

With each confession, another burp reverberated through the warehouse. Selene watched, enthralled, her desire reaching a fever pitch.

—More— she ordered, not sure if she meant more information or more food. Perhaps both. The sight of his straining shirt buttons, the way his belly jiggled with each movement, it was all too much. She knew she was losing herself, but she couldn't stop.

Finally, he leaned back, completely stuffed, his belly a magnificent, swollen globe. —I… I can't eat another bite.— He looked up at her, his dark eyes glittering with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. —I'm… so full… Uuuuurp!—

Selene closed her eyes, a wave of heat washing over her. She wanted to touch him, to feel the fullness of his stomach beneath her hands. The line between torturer and admirer blurred. She was supposed to be breaking him, but instead, he was breaking her.

—You like this, don't you, Selene?— Cassian rasped, his voice thick with food and…something else. —You like watching me get full. You like the…release.—

He knew. He knew everything. Selene opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Cassian's. There was no fear in his eyes, only a shared desire, a mutual understanding of their secret, twisted cravings.

—Why aren't you fighting me?— she asked, her voice barely audible.

Cassian chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated in his swollen belly. —Because, Selene,— he said, his black eyes gleaming with mischief, —I think we both know this isn't torture. It's a game. And I think,— he added, letting out a huge burp, —I think I'm winning.—

She was done. She tied him again and ran her hand over his swollen belly, feeling the tight skin and the rumbling movements beneath.

—You know,— she whispered, moving closer, —I think we have a lot more to explore together, you and I. A lot more… appetites to satisfy.—

Her fingers traced the curves of his abdomen, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear, —You’re mine, Cassian.— Her voice was filled with a dangerous promise. She undressed, her nipples hardening as the cool air hit her skin. Cassian's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve and line. His erection strained against his pants, and Selene could see the lust in his eyes. She reached out and untied his pants, freeing his dick.

She straddled him, her wet pussy brushing against his cock, and she slid down onto him. Cassian let out a soft groan as he filled her. She began to move, her body grinding against his as she felt his swollen belly pressing against her clit. She felt a rush of heat and wetness, and she moaned loudly.

Cassian thrust his hips up, the motion sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, and she knew he was close. She reached between them and grabbed his stomach, her fingers pressing on it as she felt him grow harder. He let out a burp, the sound sending a shudder of pleasure through her.

She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth as she rode him harder. She could feel her own orgasm building, her body tensing as she neared the edge. She untied him so Cassian's hands could grip her hips tighter. She knew he was close.

She panted against his lips, —I'm going to cum. I want to feel you fucking explode inside me, Cassian.— He let out a deep growl and thrust harder, his cock pulsing as he came. She cried out as her own orgasm ripped through her body.

Cassian collapsed back onto the chair, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Selene lay on top of him, her body slick with sweat. She rubbed his belly gently, feeling the soft flesh beneath her fingers. Cassian let out a contented sigh and reached up to stroke her hair.

—Thank you— he murmured, his voice soft and gentle. Selene just smiled.

The warehouse fell silent, save for the quickening breaths of two people who had just become allies, lovers, and fugitives, ready to dismantle the very organization that had created them. Their fight had just ended but their love had just been born.