Conquered by the Werewolf - A Halloween Short

Thanks to my generous Patrons, I present to you all my latest naughty work where an evil vampire Countess and her daughters are overrun by a pack of feral werewolves. Their goal? To plant as many pups into the bellies of their dangerous captives as possible - and the haughty Countess is no
exception.

It's quick, its bloody, and it's horrifyingly sexy! Enjoy your spooky night, and if you like the taste of this story you can find many more over on my Patreon.

Patreon Monthly Micro | A Christmas Cuckqueaning

Ho ho ho, Merry Christmas one and all! A certain author has been hard at work in his Patreon workshop making a delightful little winter tale for you all. This time my generous patrons voted for a theme of Cuckqueaning with a Christmas twist! And so we have an eager wife presenting her husband with the best kind of present on Christmas Eve - their hot, nubile babysitter to breed. And since it is the season of giving, I'm sharing this one right away with everyone to enjoy.

A big thank you to all my Patrons this time of year for supporting all my efforts and making stories like this possible. I appreciate your patronage and look forward to what the New Year will bring. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a horny night!

Halloween Short | The Vampire's Kiss

Happy Halloween, everyone. In honor of the spooky season, I decided to write a naughty story I've called The Vampire's Kiss. Enjoy!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Full Moon Abduction

It's the first of the month, which means last month's Patreon-sourced Monthly Mini story is released! The way these mini-stories are produced is by a vote from my $10 Patrons, and in August they actually tied up the result between a Male Monster and a Female Alien theme. Well, I reserved the right to just try one or the other, but instead I made this short story about a cute alien scientist whose faulty ship computer mistakes a werewolf for a human to abduct. It has elements of dubious consent, knotting, interspecies mating, and of course monster-on-alien breeding action. Enjoy!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Day of Conception

For the month of July, my Patreon supporters voted for a story centered around the idea of Captivity. The particular story that resulted from it followed the fertile plight of a woman kidnapped months previously, forced to watch a tape her captor proclaimed to be the moment he knocked her up. The evidence swelled before her eyes on her own belly, and chained to the bed as she would be every morning, she is forced to watch her own impregnation and experience what it's like to be his fucktoy in the deepest of ways.

Naturally this story covers topics of dubious consent, coercion, sexual slavery, and the emotions that come from such a conflicted breeding. If that sort of thing isn't going to tickle your fancy, then look forward to next month's lighter story. Otherwise I hope you enjoy this one and consider supporting my efforts through my Patreon and buying my premium works through Smashwords and Amazon.

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Patreon Monthly Mini | My Husband's Helper

Ever since I got married, I have wanted my husband to cheat on me. I can’t stop thinking about it. Thomas is so loyal and sweet, the kind of man who brings me flowers from his way back from work or kneels down to say hello to his little girl in my pregnant stomach. His light brown hair and blue eyes were so beautiful that I can’t wait to see them in my daughter.

But I want to see more babies with those pretty eyes. I wanted to help my Thomas become a breeder.

I’ve kept my fantasy from him for as long as I’ve known him. Only ever hinting at it when we watched some pornos together. He’d get hard, and horny, watching the scenes I picked out for him of a wife looking on as her husband bangs some little tart on their marital bed. God it would make me gush!

Of course, Thomas would always tell me such wonderful things in my ear when we made love after, claiming it just made him hotter than ever for me. But I couldn’t help but think how sexy it would look looking on from afar, seeing him lean down to nibble the ear of some naughty babysitter or one of my friends and whisper things that would make her moan, the kinds of things he would tell me yet I couldn’t hear them then. For him to hold her tight and cum in her, with her, just like when he put our baby into me.

But he’d always assure me, after blasting my pussy full of sperm or drenching my blushing face in it, that he’d never cheat on me. And I believed him. In fact I knew he wouldn’t. He was a lover, not a predator. I’d seen him in class, fending off the thirsty college girls who just adored his boyish looks and sweet humor. They’d see me and scamper off, and how I wished one of them might stay.

Especially June. The epitome of a prep chick, rich and beautiful sporting the latest high-fashion dresses and the silkiest platinum-blonde hair money could buy. She was the kind of girl who bullied me in high school, the kind of bitch who stole away my crushes and laughed about it to my face. They didn’t know how angry, or how hot, that got me.

Now June also had the hots for Thomas, and of course she wasn’t the kind of girl who was used to not getting exactly what she wanted. That spoiled streak only made her more determined to get into my husband’s pants. She failed tests just to get private tutoring from him, whined over his desk with her low-cut tops, pressed her generous tits against his shoulder whenever he tried to explain a problem and its solution. I found her more often at his side after class, chatting with her thong-clad ass perched on his desk. The haughty stare she’d give me when I walked in and stole my husband’s attention always made my heart jump.

June wasn’t going to let me have him all to myself. And I had a plan to give the horny little homewrecker just the opportunity to do it.

I came to the college as I had many times, only this time with a plan in mind. It was the day before Spring Vacation, and the desperation of June had grown to a fever pitch. When I walked into the room I found her as usual carousing and flirting with my husband. Thomas tried to bury his face in her essay while she leaned over his desk, practically rubbing her cleavage against his head.

“Hey honey,” I said. Immediately Thomas perked up, bumping against June as he grinned brightly my way.

“Hello! Sorry, June just needed a little more help with her homework. She’s… coming along.”

June cast me a pleasant smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I could almost hear her internal monologue, cursing me again for taking her professor away from him. I’d make it up to her. With my hands petting idly across my sweater-clad belly, I launched into my spiel.

“Actually that works really well for me. June, didn’t you tell my husband that you work as a babysitter?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah I do,” June brushed her golden locks from her made-up face with all the extravagance of a runway model.

“Well, we don’t have our baby yet, but I wanted to see how well you’d work out in our home for when our little one comes…”

Thomas shook his head violently behind his suddenly perked-up student.

“Yes! Oh I need this. Many parents like to get to know their child’s caretaker before, you know, having them. When can I start?”

“Well,” I smiled pleasantly as my husband shifted in his seat behind the eager blonde, “How about you come over this evening? Eight o-clock?”

“I’ll be there!” She leapt up from the desk, smoothed out her dress and hair, and practically pranced out the door. Her head poked in afterwards. “See you soon, Thomas…”

“Um, sweetie… Are you having pregnancy-brain again?”

“Hmm? Why do you ask?”

“You just invited June into our house. You know she’s going to make it… sexual.”

“Oh really?” I said, glad that the desk hid the way my thighs rubbed together as he mentioned it. “Ohh, I wasn’t thinking! I have only you to blame though, putting this pretty thing in me.”

“Hah, I guess you’re right,” Thomas said, coming around and scooping me into his arms. My stomach pressed against him, and our baby kicked in delight as he petted his hand along its side.

“Sorry for making you so silly and pretty, sweetie. I’ll find a way to deal with June.”

“No, get her to come. I mean, we will need a babysitter and all, and she’ll probably do it for free if it meant getting closer to you.”

“Devious girl. Well, if you insist. You do know what she’s trying to do, right?”

“Yes,” I smiled and put both his hands on my pregnant stomach, “She’s trying to get one of these.”

Thomas laughed and gave me a kiss, not knowing how much that the thought of my husband giving her exactly that made my panties wet.

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It was easy enough to make myself scarce by the time eight o-clock rolled around. I suddenly got an urgent call from my sister right after dinner, and I simply had to go take care of it.

“But you’re supposed to vet June for babysitting in ten minutes,” Thomas protested.

“It’s okay, just handle her like you would handle her in class,” I replied, hoping he would do far more than just that! I then departed, which involved me driving around to the alley and sneaking back into the house. Then, I waited. It was just in time to hear the doorbell ring, and I watched from the barely-opened washroom door.

“Hello – June? What are you wearing?”

“Oh this little thing? It’s nothing much,” the primped-up nymph said. Wearing long white heels and a matching white cocktail dress, she looked like a Bond-girl ready to fuck. Every step she took around my husband was long, luxurious, like a spider feeling out her way to my lover’s weakness.

“Erm, it is very lovely. My wife, she’s not here right now.”

“Oh? That’s a shame,” June said, running her long fingernails along the leather couch. “I was hoping she’d see this.”

“See what?”

“This,” June swept up to Thomas and, before he could even react, pressed her lips against his. I suppressed a gasp. The slut had her hands all over my husband, pressing her eighteen year-old body right up against him like a cat rubbing her favorite leg. Their lips smacked loudly as Thomas gently pushed her back.

“June! I’m married.”

“Mmmhmm,” June wiped some of her lipstick off the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, “I know. That’s why this is so hot.”

I couldn’t help but agree. June went back in, arms round Thomas’s neck, and to my glee my loyal husband didn’t resist. His hands rested on her waggling hips as if unsure where else to go while June almost humped against him in her ravishing need. Thomas for his part sort of leaned down, not so much to give June better access to his lips and cheeks but more to keep his growing hardon away from the nymphic girl. It didn’t work.

“How bad have you wanted to fuck me, Thomas?” June purred. I felt so much like a little girl again hearing that sultry tone, despite being ten years older than the girl it came from.

“I… I haven’t wanted…”

“No one believes that, Thomas. Everyone knows you have the hots for me,” June said. “It would be a shame to confirm any of those naughty rumors with a little… admission.”

“But I haven’t been thinking about you that way!”

“This sure has been thinking about me,” June petted down the growing bulge in his pants and began unzipping it right then and there. He startled and grabbed her wrist quickly.

“My wife is going to be home any minute. There’s no time to do this!”

“We’ll make time, Professor…” She smirked and took hold of his tie with her free hand. Like a trainer leading a reluctant puppy, she crooked sauntered back towards our bedroom with my husband in tow. He followed, too confused by June’s vague threat and too horny to work it out.

I watched them disappear into the bedroom and close the door. A crack remained. Only when I heard my husband’s muffled protests and June’s sultry assurances did I creep out across the living room to that barely-closed door. My heart pounded as I looked in on my own bedroom as June’s dress fell in a white puddle around her ankles.

“Like my body?” she asked my husband. He was already on the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and his eyes pouring over the barely-dressed vixen in front of him. She had on a lacey white garter belt that held up her sheer stockings, and only the thinnest snow-white thong hid her sex from view. The firm roundness of her ass must have balanced out her perky tits too, which she didn’t need a bra for at all. I felt my own moisten my shirt as I felt them up, watching my husband’s shocked and lustful eyes.

“Jesus,” he said. June laughed and climbed onto the bed like a sauntering cat.

“Mmm, you do like it. More than your wife’s I bet.”

My hand dipped beneath my panties. They were soaked. I checked my breath as June straddled my husband and threw open his shirt all the way. Her painted nails raked down his chest as she ground her pussy in small circles against his stomach. My sweet husband tried to look away to hide what she was doing to him. What he wanted to do to her. But no man can fool a woman when his cock is straining so badly to escape its bindings, and for June it was threatening to rip through his pants all on their own.

“Lets get your poor little guy out of there,” June hummed, reaching behind her luscious rump to grab at her new lover’s cock. The zipper gave way and she fished it out from his boxers without even so much as glancing back. But even the experienced girl licked her lips when she felt my husband’s length.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said little!” June giggled, “Wow, you’ve been keeping this from me for so long?”

“It’s for my wife,” my husband’s brow furrowed despite his arousal, “Not arrogant little schoolgirls.”

“Ooo, am I your arrogant schoolgirl? God that makes me wet…”

June pushed herself back against his cock. The shape of her ass nuzzled against it perfectly, her thong doing nothing to shield her nubile flesh from my husband’s turgid member. Into that niche she trapped his length between hand and rump, giving him a few ups and downs before tossing her blonde hair aside.

“Can’t you feel it? How wet you’re making me. I’ve been like this in class you know. Every day, even when your goodie-goodie wife comes in…”

“Don’t talk about my wife,” Thomas growled, but it was a growl that ended in a groan. The nymph’s butter-soft ass rode so softly against his cock that I could see it twitch out spurts of precum over those shivering cheeks. June sighed and peeled her thong aside.

“What, you mean your poor little wifey? I bet she’d never do for you, even when she wasn’t fat.”

Up rose June’s hips, her pussy lips dragging across my husband’s tip. Before Thomas could seize her hips to stop her she fell back down. A howl of a pent-up slut escaped her lips as she took my husband right down to the root of his big cock in one agonizingly forceful stroke. The pair squirmed and shook on the spot – June from how much he stretched her teen pussy out, and my husband from the death grip his young lover’s pussy gave him back.

“Ughhh, get off!” But Thomas didn’t push hard. In fact, all he did was help the lusty girl rise up that half a foot or so along his shaft till just the head remained inside before mewling back.

“Oh I will, when we’re done,” June said, sinking back down with a cattish grin on her lips.

My marital bed rocked from her motions. Riding my husband, June kept speeding up as her pussy’s juices slopped out of her ravenous cunt. She’d need it all to take my husband’s cock right down to his balls. I swear she had to be feeling it right up against her cervix the way she slammed down again and again. I know I did with Thomas. I stroked my belly to remind myself of how deep his cock went as I fingered myself, already cumming a little just from hearing the foreign sounds coming from my own bedroom.

“Oh! Uh – oh! You’re throbbing so hard Thomas,” June arched back, jutting out her young chest till the bulge of my husband’s cock showed within her tight belly. “Just admit it – I’m better than your wife.”

“Stop it,” Thomas said, teeth gritted. But his hands didn’t yank her roving hips off. If anything they helped the girl lift herself for every downward motion after.

“I should be your secret girlfriend. A real fuck to have while your wife gets so fat,” June laughed and rubbing her hands down her stomach as it bulged with his manhood. “God! No wonder you made her get so fat! Fuck, you’re even making me huge!”

“She’s beautiful, more beautiful than she’s ever been,” Thomas groaned, his eyes rolling and body tensing as he tried to hold himself back. I knew the look well. He was on the verge of cumming, of filling that little whore’s cunt full of the same babymakers that got me this way. My heart pounded with his romantic words and the thrill of the wild look it put into June’s eyes.

“Oh yeah?” She said, planting he talons on his chest and dropping to her knees to give her the best leverage. “I’ll be more beautiful than she ever could be.”

“Fuck, you can’t-”

“I can. I will!” June’s hips rocked all on their own. The girl must have fucked countless times to have the rhythm of a starved pornstar. Her ass rose and fell like a jackhammer, her pussy smacking and slurping around my husband’s bare, dangerous member.

“June, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop!”

“Fuck yes, cum in me. Just pour it all into me so I can show you how much sexier I am pregnant than your little wifey.”

Thomas tried to buck her off, but it was too late. My dear husband groaned aloud and squeezed June’s supple ass hard enough to make her squeal. Then I heard it – the wet squelching of a slamming pussy getting knocked up. The white cream of it churned out as June kept up her pace, the bitch cumming along with my husband as her fuckhole overfilled with sperm. She shook and slammed down right to the root, her inner walls no doubt milking the last ropes of spunk from my husband’s virile shaft right into her unprotected womb.

I bit the back of my hand to keep from screaming as I came all the same. Jealousy, sharp and biting as ice met with the boiling heat of my lewd desires. I literally gushed all over my fingers till I was dripping on the carpet outside my bedroom door. I watched my husband knock up his horny student. The half-sibling to my child was being made inside a younger woman who hated me. It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced in my life.

All of us calmed down enough for the inevitable end to come. June sighed and lounged on my husband’s bare chest, but only for a moment. Then, she started giggling.

“Oh Thomas, you’re a bad professor,” she purred, lifting herself up from his cock. It slurped out of her tightness, spraying some of their combined excess down her inner thighs while she gathered up her dress.

“I told you I couldn’t hold on,” Thomas groaned. His eyes were closed, whether out of exhaustion or shame I couldn’t tell. June just arranged her thong back over her sopping mess of a pussy and shimmied back into her white dress.

“We’re going to be doing this again. Might want to let your wife know about that,” June brushed out her golden hair in my mirror. It was as if she already owned it, as well as my husband. He however shook his head.

“We can’t do this anymore, June. My wife would be… be…”

“She’d understand. I’m better than her. Anyway, tell her also that I’ll definitely be babysitting for you two.” The devious girl turned around and petted her hands down her lithely midsection.

“I’ve heard it is best to keep a growing family together after all, right Thomas?”

I could have cum again just from hearing that, but I had to save it for later. As quick as I could I ducked into the closet and closed the door right as the homewrecking nymph sauntered out of my room and out the front door. Her car started and pulled away, and a few moments later I heard my husband jump into the shower.

“Holy god. God!” I kept gasping to myself as I hurried back to my own car and drove it back around. I’d never been so alive, so electrified, so horny as I was right then. I nearly ran into the garage doors in my hurry to get back, and started stripping out of my clothes the moment I got inside the house. Straight to the bathroom where my husband was I went, and almost leapt into the shower behind him.

“S-sweetie! You’re home already?” Thomas stammered.

“Yeah. I got back as fast as I could,” I admitted and gave my surprised mate a kiss. I could taste her on his lips. Even smell the fruity scent of her strawberry perfume. I smiled and stepped back a bit.

“Mmm, you smell good tonight honey…”

“Ahh, um… I do?” Thomas had a blush on him as red as a cherry. I giggled and hugged him again, nuzzling my rounding tits and belly against the honest man who made them that way. He wouldn’t lie to me, and he was no good at it either. I let him off hook.

“Must be new shampoo, or maybe I just love the smell of my handsome stud of a husband?”

“Hah, well, I love you too sweetie,” Thomas wrapped his arms around me in turn, kissing me again. I felt it, the intensity of his grip, the power in his lips. He was a man whose harem had grown quite unexpectedly, but who was loyal only to one woman. Me.

“Sweetie? Why are you crying?”

“I’m just emotional, that’s all. It’s your fault again, Daddy…” Thomas nodded, returning my smile and rounding behind me.

“I’m just getting everyone into trouble lately it seems,” he brought the soft scrubbed to my stomach and lathered my belly and breasts up, just the way I loved. Leaning back into my loving husband, I casually wrapped an arm back around his neck and sighed.

“Oh honey… If this is trouble, then I want to be an even badder girl…” Thomas kissed my neck and brought the rag down the slope of my stomach in slow, roving circles. I smiled to myself as a question popped into my head.

“Thomas, remember those pornos we’ve been watching? The ones where the husband has sexy while the wife watches? What were they called again…?”

“Erm, ahh…” Thomas’s hand slowed just enough to make my pussy tingle, “I think… Well, I think it was ‘cuckquean’ or something.”

“Yeah, that’s what it was…” I sighed, playing as if I was satisfied. And just as my dear husband relaxed again, I added one little thing more.

“Hmmm, want to try it out sometime?”

The length of my husband’s cock twitched hard against the small of my back, and in that moment I knew I was definitely going to be my husband’s helper even more after this. A lot more!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Blacked by the Refugee

Here's the Patreon Monthly Mini Story for April 2018, which is available to Patrons ahead of time in thanks of their support.

This one is special enough to get a disclaimer given the subject matter of the story. Blacked by the Refugee is raceplay impregnation between a German blonde and a Middle Easterner. Technically not 'blacked', but it fits in with the themes of that series, but more importantly it plays off of the migrant crisis and is definitely hardcore on the raceplay side of things. If that kind of subject isn't your cup of tea, don't bother with this one. Otherwise enjoy and consider supporting my Patreon for early access to works like these and more!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Fertility Treatments Chapter 3

This is the Monthly Mini Story for the month of March. If you like these free stories and would like to see them on release while supporting my writing/posting efforts, please consider joining my Patreon where you can also vote for the subjects of these Monthly Mini’s. Otherwise, enjoy!

Patreon Monthly Mini | Captured Cunt

She knelt on the entrance rug, naked. Her task was to wait for his return, however long it took. The air in the room swept lazily along the basement’s cement walls before sweeping across her naked skin. It chilled her, rose the goosebumps across her breasts and forearms, but she dared not to put anything on. He didn’t like finding her clothed.

How many months had it been since he brought her here? She tried to recall it, but everything was a haze. The initial anxiety and fear was still there from when he grabbed her in that subway station and clapped that chemical-smelling rag over her face. Still there, but distant, and now mixed with something more. A certain thrill invaded the hatred she held for her captor, a man whom she’d never met before and yet seemed to know her every secret and desire.

Now she knelt on his rug, in his world, far away from her own. Time, place – it didn’t matter anymore. Only he mattered. When he called, when he left… And when he came. There were his footsteps, coming down the wooden steps, and then the click of the deadbolt locks arrayed along the door. She straightened up as a bolt of strange excitement coursed through her, and watched the brass doorknob turn.

He had come, just as he said he would.

“Ah, right where I left you.”

Not even the air could chill the cold aura his greyish-blue eyes gave. The man wore a black suit, its professional strictness hiding the raw bestial muscle and sinew he cultivated beneath. A predator in hiding, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She met his gaze as best she could, still as an autumn leaf trying to hold on against the breeze.

“Lets see if you deserve my gift today…” he said. He stripped off his outer coat and laid it across the workbench counter. The worn floorboards creaked beneath his step, their age showing beneath his polished boots.

“Have you groomed yourself, Cunt?”

‘Cunt’. That was her name now. What is was before didn’t matter, not to him. The way his fingers laced through her hair, his warm fingertips grazing her scalp, made her head nod under a volition not her own. He passed behind her and hummed.

“Good. You’re learning well enough. Still refusing your full meal though…”

She glanced over towards her food bowl. Half of this morning’s meal still sat in it. The smell of the roasted turkey and spiced stuffing had bothered her all day. Still it was her way of protesting her captivity, to leave as much of his meal rejected as she could despite her craving for all of his offerings.

“Why torture yourself, Cunt? That’s my pleasure to enjoy, not yours.”

He nudged the steel bowl closer with his boot. Its savor wafted up into her nose. Enticing, delicious. Her eyes fluttered and her stomach grumbled. But she averted her eyes and dragged them back up to stare into his.

“Hmph, willful still. I like that spirit, if not its direction.”

The bowl slid back under the workbench with a flick of his foot, and he stood in its place. He grasped the back of her neck, working his fingers into her straining muscles in an idle way as he reached over to his suit jacket on the bench. A box appeared in his hand, a polished black one with a hinged lid.

“Do you know what this is?”

She looked at the box. It was dark purple, polished till it shone. Jewelry of some kind. Still she wasn’t allowed to say a word. Speaking was not what a good Cunt was for. That was a painful lesson to learn, and her pussy quivered at the memory of all those whippings. So she shook her head, and that was enough for him.

“Of course you wouldn’t. But you will enjoy it.” He thumbed the edge of the box, keeping his tight hold on the back of her neck as the lid flicked open. Inside there was a crimson-red choker – no, not a choker, but a collar with a silver-plated tag on its front. On it was etched her name.

“Cunt. See, so no one forgets your name,” he said. She stared at it. That strange thrill passed through her heart again, thumping and seeping down through her belly to pool between her legs. A frown touched her lips, but her thighs clenched together. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself without his permission, but she was desperate to. None of this escaped him either.

“Not that you or I would forget, hmmm? But soon enough I’ll be showing you off, if you are a good Cunt for me.”

As he spoke he took the soft leather from its box and wrapped it about her neck. The fitting was snug, not too tight yet impossible to ignore. She swallowed as felt the cool metal of the front jilt against her throat.

“Ahhh, such a pretty Cunt you are. Now, stand.”

She complied, her body moving without even giving it a thought. She poised herself on her heels, feet together, arms at her sides. There was no more shame she was allowed to feel standing there, nude and exposed. A Cunt wasn’t allowed to wear clothes without his permission. The thin collar alone made her feel more comfortable, more sheltered and safe. And sexy.

“Good girl. Oh, I can see you like it already,” he said, his eyes turning down to her unshaven mound. He liked her natural, though well-groomed. His fingers petted through her soft bush and slid along her moist nether lips. She sucked in a quick breath, but kept her eyes forward like a good Cunt.

“So wet already. You haven’t been touching yourself today, have you Cunt?”

She shook her head. There was a tension between her legs that spread up her back. She tried to stop his fingers from delving deeper, just for a second. But it was enough. He shook his head and clicked his tongue before grabbing her neck and shoving her against the wall.

“Bad girl,” he growled, “Toying without me, and lying to my face. Listen!”

He shoved his fingers into her tightness, fingering her rough and fast. A moan escaped her lips as her hips bucked into his palm. She did as he ordered though. Beneath her quickening breaths she heard her pussy, sopping wet, schlicking loudly to his finger-fucking.

“That’s the sound of a hot and ready pussy, Cunt. Why were you playing with yourself?”

Her mouth opened to speak, but closed immediately at his stern tilt of his head. Instead she connected her eyes to his, her brow uplifting in an apologetic furrow. Horniness began to cloud her mind as within seconds his expert fingers were bringing her to the edge. She tried to concentrate, but her eyes kept falling to his lips. Lips she wanted to have press into her own. Like she wanted all day.

“Ah, I see… Willful, yet still so weak when it comes to that. It is a weakness I’ve cultivated in you. Do you like being so weak for me, Cunt?”

She shook her head, but yelped out when he shoved another finger inside her. Her knees buckled and the sound of his fingering grew louder. Electric shocks jolted up through her belly. A chill wave coursed from her heart as her lie crumbled before his steady gaze. She closed her eyes and nodded, and found herself biting her lower lip.

“That’s better. You’re still a naughty Cunt for playing without me. But I’ll forgive you this time. Today is a special day after all.”

It was a cruel forgiveness. Right as her pleasure was near to climax he withdrew his fingers. She whined and jutted her hips out, trying to recapture his dripping fingers. It wasn’t to be. They trailed their cummy touch up her naked stomach and over her goosebump-covered tits. On her open lips they stopped, giving her a taste of herself that he’d taken from her. Obedience demanded she clean his fingers, and she did with that same needy crinkle on her brow.

“You’re greedy, Cunt. But you’ve made such progress so far. I think it is time for me to breed you.”

Her tongue froze against his fingers. Eyes wide, the shock rattled through her entire body. Despite her heart pumping pulses of icy fear through her chest and belly, the caldron between her legs frothed with traitorous delight. She began to shake her head and plead with him with her silent eyes, but he smirked and shoved his fingers in deeper.

“Mm-mm. No speaking. Cunts are meant to get fucked in all their holes,” he thrust his quim-covered fingers back and forth along her tongue. She’d acquired the taste for her arousal long ago because of him, but even her own arousal wasn’t quelling her terror. He was going to breed her. Fuck his baby into her. Tonight!

“Yes. I’m going to breed you, Cunt. I’m going to inseminate your fertile pussy and knock you up…” He let up from her and stepped back, lifting his head and lowering his voice. “Now, present yourself.”

Her legs began to move, automatically stepping towards the bed where he had mated her again and again. But that was where he was going to fuck her, unprotected. That was where he was going to knock her up. The hesitation drew a growl from him and a sharp slap across her ass.

“Cunt. Present yourself.”

She shivered and bit her lip, but fear petrified her. Her fingers traced against her belly. It was flat, trim, kept that way by his orders and the long nights they spent together. He wouldn’t leave it that way for long if she touched that bed tonight. She opened her mouth, ready to plead, but he would have none of it.

“Such a bad Cunt still,” he said. With a swift motion he scooped her waist in and hoisted her from the wall. As if she weighed nothing, her captor carried her naked body to the bed and threw her down onto the plushy mattress. It took her a moment to recover and crawl back on the sheets, away from the man who loosened the top few buttons of his shirt and threw his belt aside.

“No no no, come here…” he grabbed her ankles and dragged her back down the bed till her thighs parted on either side of his. They tried to close, but he was immoveable. His pants fell to the ground along with his undergarments, leaving his dangerous cock springing and quivering like a warrior’s spear above her vulnerable fuckhole.

“There’s no getting away, Cunt. Not from me.”

He slapped his cock down against her mound. The light fur there did nothing to dull the shock of it. It was bare, hot, and already drooling precum onto her skin. Normally he would wear a condom or use her mouth, but today... Today he was going to bury that babymaking tool inside her wet and ready pussy. Already he was lining up, and she knew his member would cut into her like a knife into butter. As those thoughts rushed through her head he shocked her back to reality with a firm grasp around her new collar.

“You’re going to give me a son tonight,” he said. And as he did, he drove the tip of his unsheathed spear into her.

She yowled. Every time he entered her it felt like the first time. His member was thick, its bulging veins running its length, refusing to cease pulsing against her inner walls. As he jutted a hiss escaped his clenched teeth. The cool countenance of his manner before evaporated to reveal the monster just beneath the surface.

The sensation of his bare length piercing into her was unearthly. Or was it what true sex was meant to be like? True, unprotected, purposeful sex. He bottomed out and let out such a vicious sigh in her ear.

“Going to keep resisting me, Cunt? Even as I make you pregnant…”

Gathering up her squirming hips, he pumped her all the harder. It was a punishment he reveled in inflicting on her. His pelvis ground relentlessly against her upturned clit with every few strokes, sending shockwaves of his lust through a belly that tingled with an ever-rising need for release. It didn’t take much until she gasped like a fish fresh caught in the jaws of a feral beast.

“Cum,” he growled, not ceasing his relentless pace even as she complied with a wordless mewl. A little squeal to accompany her little death, her arms wrapping around her naked chest as spirals of ecstasy erupted inside her naked belly. But he didn’t stop rutting into her. The terrible ecstasy drew her hands against him, pressing against the unstoppable wave of his hard stomach. Every muscle worked to dominate her, claim her, and she couldn’t stop it. And he knew it.

“Good Cunt. Make that pussy ripple around my cock. Yes…”

The viper of a man threatened to dump his poison into her at any moment. His dangerous tool spit strings of precum into her already dripping sex. It squelched, loud and shameless, as another raging orgasm build up despite barely recovering from the first. Her eyes widened, a silent plea for mercy. None was given.

Her orgasmic scream died against his lips, but her body still jerked and shivered out her anguish. Her inner walls collapsed around his ridged member. Every inch of smooth texture concealing the iron-hard core of it submerged into her, every inch taken right down to the hilt in rippling waves. It only made him pin her to the bed entirely beneath him, his fangs shivering with his savage breaths just above her.

“This is breeding, Cunt. Embrace it. You’re made for this. You’ll cum for me till I finish inside you. It is nature – your nature, my nature, our nature.”

His constant stream of talk slipped past all her defenses. They crept into her ears, to the places where he’d tilled the fertile soils of her mind. His voice made her pussy twitch around his bare cock. It made her nipples harden to diamond points against his chest. Despite the fear and hate inside her, the flames of desire for him surged ever higher till she wailed again in a shivering, shaking orgasm.

“Good Cunt. Cum nice and hard – It makes breeding you easier.”

He pulled out and flipped her over onto her stomach before she’d even finished. But her emptiness was filled again with his savage lunge, his hips slapping against her ass as his hands reach beneath her to pinch and tug at her nipples. The pillow beneath her face threatened to smother her, but the lusty grunts near to hear ear promised to set her on fire for certain.

“You’re made to cum. For me, for my sperm. In the end you’re just my bitch in heat, craving to be fattened up with my seed.”

The images began racing through her mind, of her stomach bulging out beneath her hands, her smooth skin taut and shiny in the bright lights of his secret prison. Not being able to see her feet beneath the fertile swell of a body not her own anymore. Feeling his baby inside her, squirming, kicking. Growing. She howled and jutted back against his blows, only to have her orgasmic hips pinned all the more surely to the mattress.

“Yesss, cum again! Your stupid pussy knows only how good it feels to be fucked bare. That’s what a Cunt is made for. You were made for my cock. Body, mind, and soul. Made to take my cock and bear everything it gives you!”

He held down her flailing arms and gave the back of her neck a bite. The sharp pain and restraint made her shake beneath him, breaths mixing with gulps of air, moans dying in heady gasps for air. It was as if nothing could fill her lungs with his cock shunting every breath out of her, and still her pussy fluttered. It craved.

Yes, he was right – it wanted this. She wanted this. She wanted him to cum inside her, to knock her up, to make her into his breeding bitch. Her legs curled back till her heels spurred against his rutting hips, his thrusts punishing her ripe upturned ass as she instinctively gave him the perfect access to her depths. And as he knocked against the gates of her womb, as she tilted over her ultimate peak, he growled one last time in her ear.

“You’ll make me a father tonight, Cunt.”

He slammed entire length into her and with a barbaric yawp erupted inside her. The world shattered completely for her. Everything fragmented. Hard spurts of jizz filled her insides. Heated grunts puffed against her neck. Her tits stung in his deathly grip. Stings of his short thrusts burned against her ass.

Disjointed, cosmic pleasure burst from her very core and poured out into places she’d never knew she had, in ways she could not have felt before. Shuddering and panting, she succumbed entirely to him, to this man, a monster who was more than her captor. Their eyes connected in its midst, and he whispered against her lips.

“Take it,” he said, grunts accompanying each of his warm ejaculations into her, “Let it happen. Get pregnant.”

Her eyes rolled, and all she could do was luxuriate in her insemination. His heavy heat ground against her entire body, inside and out, and beneath him she felt clothed. Secure. Happy. The feeling could not have lasted long enough if even it was there the rest of her life.

When he finally pulled out there was a rush of his spunk outwards. He’d filled her beyond what she knew he could make, and his virile seed soothed her aching clit and mound as it drizzled down her nether lips.

What was this feeling inside her? The hate, the fear, the affection, all mixing into a singular, potent obsession. Everything in her world, and even her world itself, was his. An urge to confess it to him overwhelmed her, to tell him that she... Still she shivered and opened her mouth to speak unknowable words, but he pressed his finger to her tired lips.

“Shhhh… I know you do. But no words. A good Cunt doesn’t need to speak.”

Exhausted, she nodded. Her eyes fluttered and struggled to stay open as he let up and redressed himself. She made no such effort, not even to so much as move. Then he spoke again as his second tied boot knocked against the floor.

“Once I leave, groom yourself and eat the rest of your food. Make yourself ready for my arrival tomorrow morning, and every evening and morning after that. And Cunt…”

He leaned down and planted a kiss on her lips, the kind that could have melted her further into a dazed and happy puddle on the bed. It was short, but in that one moment was her entire existence and meaning as he whispered to her right after.

“Remember to make me a son tonight.”

He turned and left. The sound of his boots against the old floorboards faded until the door shut and its locks clicked behind him. And then, silence. Pangs of pleasure and nervousness echoed through her frame as she rolled onto her back. Tentative and careful, she traced the collar around her neck, and then down over the expanse of her flat belly. Not to be flat for long. She dared not touch her pussy. It had a job to do for him, her captor. Her breeder.

And in those twinkling moments before sleep overcame her, she felt all her apprehension and fear swirl away. Instead there was only anticipation to be on her knees again, sitting quietly and attentive at the door. His beautiful, fertile Cunt to love and fuck and breed his children into - All over again.