Planting the seed (R-18)

(This chapter contains R-18 explicit content and intense lemon scenes. You may want to skip this chapter if you're uncomfortable with Lorenzo interacting with other women or if such content isn't to your taste.)

Note: I realize my previous "Note" may have seemed arrogant and offensive, and I apologize if it offended anyone. My disorder's mood swings likely affected my choice of words. After posting the two chapters today, I will resume regular updates as an apology and a show of gratitude for the readers who have generously given their power stones, helping this novel rank higher than the top 30 than I expected.

If you truly loathe this novel because of the recent "notice" or the fact that the main character will have multiple partners, I respectfully suggest you stop reading. If you're feeling salty, go ahead and rate it one star, vent about how it could have been good if it weren't for the harem element, then remove it from your library, close the app, and enjoy some hentai on the internet instead. No hate. Only love.👍

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Lorenzo's grand scheme was in full swing. It had been a handful of days since he'd pulled the Shelby brothers, from the British Army, into his illicit operation. The allure of easy money was too hard to resist. As tensions mounted around them, the Allied forces prepared to march on Italy, set to commence their campaign in September 9.

The Shelby brothers had mastered the art of stealth, pilfering goods from their army camp once every two days like clockwork. They'd learned to be more discreet this time, taking only a few choice items at a time instead of emptying the stores like they had the first time. Guns, ammo crates, and now and then, they'd toss in medical kits and rations, sneaking them out under the cover of night.

Lorenzo and his men were capitalizing on the war, profiting from both the Americans and British, funneling their stolen bounty to their contacts within the Corleone family's extensive network. They had to move quickly, for time was running out. September 9th loomed large, and with it, the eyes of the world would be swiftly shifting to the Italian front.

In the midst of the chaos, a delicate blossom bloomed, Lorenzo found love in the arms of a young Sicilian woman named Apollonia.

Weeks had passed since their fateful meeting, and in that time, their relationship had blossomed into something more intimate and profound.

Lorenzo had been teaching her the English language, and she'd picked it up quickly, adding it to her repertoire of Sicilian and Italian. Sitting together in a secluded corner of the city, they shared a stolen moment of tenderness.

"You are going to-to war and fight again?" Apollonia stuttered, her accent thick but her meaning clear as she practiced her English.

Lorenzo caressed her cheek gently, his gaze softening. "Yes..."

He met her gaze, his expression somber. "It's okay if you don't want to wait for me... You can go find another man..."

Apollonia shook her head adamantly, her dark eyes fierce. "No, Lorenzo, you will be the- the only man I loved."

Lorenzo chuckles softly "We haven't even had sex, just a few kisses and some intimate moments, and you've decided I'm the only man for you?"

Apollonia blushed a deep shade of red but held her ground. "Yes... I love... hugging you, kissing you..."

Lorenzo smiled, amused by her innocence. "I might not return, you know. I could get killed in this war. You should probably find an alternative just in case."

Apollonia's stubborn chin jutted out. "No, you need to be alive!" Her gaze bored into his. "You... you have to promise me!"

Lorenzo sighed, torn between the war and his feelings for her. "I can't make any promises, Apollonia. War is unpredictable."

Apollonia knew all too well the dangers of war, but an idea had been brewing in her mind. Gathering her courage, she hesitantly spoke up. "Before you go to war... I want you to... give me a child."

Lorenzo's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you sure about this?"

Apollonia's blush deepened, but she nodded resolutely. "I want... If you don't come back... I'll at least have our child. You'll live on through him... or her."

Lorenzo was moved by her words, more so than he ever thought possible. Not even Deborah, his first love back in New York, had ever spoken to him like this.

In response, he cupped her face in his hands and pulled her close, their lips meeting in a searing kiss. The tension that had been simmering between them for weeks exploded in that moment, the passionate embrace consuming them both.

Their tongues danlied together, exploring each other's mouths with newfound urgency.

Finally, breathless, he broke the kiss. "Are you sure you're ready for this? To be a single mother?"

Apollonia's eyes were filled with determination, her love for him evident. "Yes."

Lorenzo pulled her in for a tight hug, his heart pounding. "I love you."

Apollonia's response was muffled by his chest, but the words were clear. "I love you too."

After another fervent kiss, Lorenzo led Apollonia towards an abandoned house that had become the go-to spot for soldiers seeking privacy. He whispered instructions to his XO, Ben McDonald. "No one is allowed in, understand? Tell them Lt. Col. Lupo's occupying it. Clear?"

Ben saluted. "Very clear, sir."

Lorenzo thanked his lucky stars for understanding men as he guided the blushing Apollonia inside. Jealous whispers trailed in their wake, but the men knew better than to defy their leader's orders. After all, he'd more than earned a little companionship, given his bravery and cunning.

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In the dim confines of the abandoned house, the flame of their desire burned brighter than the sun. Lorenzo's lips devoured Apollonia's, his tongue dancing with hers as his hands roamed her supple form. Months of abstinence had left him aching, and with the war looming, he couldn't help but lose himself in her. His calloused hands trailed up her thighs, skimming the contours of her body, memorizing every inch.

Apollonia gasped, her nails raking lightly down his back. Her inexperience only heightening his desire as he broke the kiss and hastily disentangled himself from his uniform.

His sinewy chest heaved as he turned his attention to Apollonia, peeling her chemise away like a delicate flower. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, adorned only by the barest whisper of lace. His experienced fingers made short work of her bra, before his hands dipped even lower, seeking the warmth between her thighs.

As Apollonia's undergarments were discarded, her blush deepened, and she burrowed her face into the crook of Lorenzo's neck, leaving a fiery imprint. He didn't mind, his attention diverted to her luscious breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and he marveled at their shape and texture.

Their passion carrying them to the bed, their discarded clothes in a heap on the floor.

Lorenzo's fingers delved between Apollonia's thighs, eliciting a breathy moan from her as he teased her delicate folds. His knowledge of a woman's body was every bit as extensive as his knowledge of warfare, and he used it to his advantage.

Apollonia's breath hitched as Lorenzo's fingers delved into her moist folds, his touch sending shivers down her spine. His pace started out slow, teasingly so, but soon he couldn't resist any longer and began to plunge his digits deeper and faster inside her. "Hmm… Ah! Hng," she moaned, her back arching off the bed in pleasure.

Lorenzo withdrew his glistening fingers, a sultry grin playing on his lips as he held them before her eyes. "See how much you want this?" he purred, his voice low and husky.

Apollonia's cheeks flushed, but her desire overpowered her modesty. She reached out, her hand trembling slightly, and guided his wet fingers to her parted lips. Her tongue darted out, languidly lapping up her own essence, savoring the musky scent of her arousal. With a coy smile, she swallowed the evidence of her desire and said, "There… It's clean now."

Apollonia's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, but she couldn't help the thrill coursing through her veins as she watched Lorenzo's amused expression. "My finger is just wet from your juices, bella," he purred, gently caressing her hair. "It's never dirty."

"S-si... si," she stuttered, her accent thick with desire. "Let's begin..."

Lorenzo chuckled, his eyes darkening with lust as he positioned himself in front of her. He spread her legs apart, despite her blushes, and took in the sight of her beautiful, untouched pussy. His manhood, hard and throbbing, twitched in anticipation as he lined up his swollen tip against her entrance.

"This might hurt a little, Apollonia... Are you sure you're ready?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Apollonia's breath came in short gasps, but she nodded, her eyes clouded with need.

"Y-yes," he whispered, and with one swift thrust, he plunged deep inside her tight heat. Her virginity gave way with a sharp cry, and blood mingled with her juices, staining the sheets below.

"Dio mio," he cursed under his breath, his brow furrowing with concern. "Are you alright?"

Tears welled in her eyes, but she bit her lip, steeling herself against the pain. "S-slowly... go slow... but... continue," she managed to gasp out.

Lorenzo nodded, his movements becoming more measured as he eased himself in and out of her.

Apollonia's tight, wet heat. Her inner walls clenched around him, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure coursing through both of them.

"Dio mio, you feel incredible," he groaned, his eyes locked on hers. "So hot, so wet... perfection itself."

His words only served to fan the flames of her desire, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him on. "Mmm… più veloce, Lorenzo," she whimpered, her shy demeanor melting away in the face of the overwhelming sensations.

Apollonia couldn't deny the building pleasure that was starting to replace the initial pain. She dug her nails into the sheets, her hips involuntarily rocking against his slow, deep thrusts.

"That's it, bella," he encouraged, his voice low and soothing. "Let me know if it's too much."

As he continued to move inside her, their bodies became a symphony of moans and gasps, their breaths mingling in the dimly lit room. Slowly, the pain began to subside, replaced by an all-consuming need for more.

"Oh," she whimpered, her back arching off the bed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot within her.

Emboldened by her response, Lorenzo picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her thighs in a primal rhythm.

Slap! Slap!

"Ah! Ah! Ugh..."

Apollonia's cries grew louder, her hands now gripping his shoulders as she clung to him for dear life.

"Ah, ah. Ah!"

Lorenzo growled, his control slipping as her tightness gripped him like a vice. "I'm close, Apollonia... God, I'm so close..."

Her response was a wordless moan, her body tensing beneath him as her climax crashed over her in waves, her legs, which had been wrapped around his waist, now trembled.