I had a wonderful life.

This was not up for debate. Not really. Here, in Earth Bet, I had everything I needed. I had a home. I had a job. Financial security...a girlfriend/boss that might just might, be a hair shy of this state's age of consent laws. Maybe.

I wasn't sure if she'd just been playing up the jailbait card for fun or not. Hadn't asked or looked it up either. Partly because the idea of it had been hot as hell, true or not...and partly because I had just found out I was starting to grow hair again. I didn't need the stress and I really didn't want the fun to end.

Lisa was funny. She was hot. She was nice... She sucked like a vacuum (terrible as it was to say it) and was a hell of a lot better as a person than I'd ever expected her to be. Giving all of that up over something as small as age would be stupid.

Anyway, life was roses now. Far better than it had any right to be for someone whose last attempt at random social interaction had led to a year of murder attempts and transportation into one of the worst places to be outside of anything owned by Games Workshop. Maybe. Anything, things could still be better of course. I could do with fewer Nazis in my life, useful cash dispensers that they were...but still. I wouldn't give it up for anything.

I couldn't give it up.

When she'd told me she could make this whole day better than it had already been, I hadn't believed it. She'd already made this day better than all of my birthday's combined as it was. I couldn't actually imagine it getting any better. Neither did I actually believe it. But, just in case, I'd played along. Waited. Thought about possibly getting a rubber sheet or something for the floor so that when we did this again the mess wouldn't be quite so...catastrophic...and then she came out of her room...and I'd lost it.

I'd pinned her down to the bed and put her in a mating press. No escape. No respite. No words for either of us after the first five minutes of this had come and gone and Lisa had lost most of her ability to talk or make any sounds besides those that might have been recognizable as cries for more, or maybe, mercy. The both of them seemingly interchangeable between alternating breaths.

Lisa caught her breath. Shrieked. Screamed in a wordless, animalistic howl as I hilted myself deep in her sopping wet body. Repeatedly hollowing her out with my dick from the bulbous tip to the extra wide base while her heels beat feebly against my broad lower back. Her eyes rolled in her head as if she were possessed and she clawed at my chest and shoulders in ecstasy… All while she flashed those damn ears at me, driving me to ever greater heights of lust and a deep, primal, instinctual fury that just wouldn't let me go.

I wasn't sure where Lisa had got the idea that wearing fake elf ears was going to make this better...but she hadn't been wrong, per say. I'd been going on at full blast for what had to have been the last ten minutes without even feeling anywhere near short of breath...and I was pretty sure it was the ears that were doing it. It was a strange, yet bone-deep feeling that I had no reason to disbelieve.

The skimpy leather armor, mixed with sexy silken underwear and golden jewelry on her neck and fingers had been icing on the cake. The sheathed, upraised sword and the declaration that she'd 'punish' me for some unknown crime had just been overkill of the very worst sort...and that was what got me thinking about things. About myself and my relationship with the tiny blonde acting as if she were dying over and over as I bred her into the ground...and there was no other way to say it and still be honest.

I was breeding her right now...and I couldn't stop myself. It wasn't just me saying it either. Not like you'd hear from some douchebag that couldn't help but bust in a girl after rawing her, uncaring of the consequences as long as they had a good time. I was in the throes of a goddamn unstoppable biological imperative. I literally could not stop myself...and I thought that I might have some idea as to why.

I'd seen enough hentai in my day to figure out what was happening here. I might have been a little...absent when it came to noticing details, important or not, but I wasn't an idiot. Not a complete one anyway. I was capable of something as simple as basic pattern recognition and logical thinking. A step up from...just about every variation of my newly acquired species that I could think of, let alone the one I was now pretty damn sure I was a part of.

I started to pull my blonde busting dick out of Lisa again. All the way to the crown before I stopped for the sake of more brooding. However, this time it didn't take long for Lisa to complain about it. Not with words, seeing how far past those she was. Instead, with yet more noises and the desperate bouncing of her hips attempting to take me back in as a reminder that she was still there...and I took it as it was. A reminder. I rapidly pushed myself back into her.

I wasn't going to be able to stop myself for a good long while...brooding could come later. Keeping Lisa happy came first. Satisfying myself came first.

I gave her a couple more slow pumps, just enough to turn those pleading mewls and sobs into high-pitched pleasured screams once more before I sped up. Ramped it up until the poor young thing could do little more than gurgle and convulse while the oozing mess I'd made of her slit, still unbearably tight even after what I'd put her though, attempted to wring every drop of cum that I had out of my balls. Even more than it had already tasted in the leftover coating of such on my shaft...and the greatly slowed release that Lisa had left me with before she had gone to change into the worst possible outfit she could have chosen if she hadn't been looking to make a play at becoming an orcish brood mother.

Lisa was full of enough cum to get a hundred women pregnant by now, with more sluggishly pouring into her with every thrust. Then quickly pouring out of her as the near solid jelly was forcefully, and audibly, displaced with every hammering blow I gave her, her womb seemingly forever ago filled to capacity...or near enough that it didn't matter in the end as I felt her noticeably rounded belly bounce against my stomach.

It was loud. It was messy. It was proof that, when something met an unstoppable force, something had to give...and, this time, it was in more ways than one.

The first time this had happened, the first time she'd got a good and heavy rope of cum to the guts, hoping that we'd get lucky enough to squeeze on by without getting serious might have been forgivable. Just a little bit...but now, it seemed that, after all was said and done, Lisa and I would need to talk about things. Important things. Things like options and what she wanted to do in the aftermath.

One of us had to be the responsible one in this relationship and, as long as you ignored what was currently happening and my part in it—

Another attempt at stopping, or to at least give Lisa a bit of a rest, was met with yet more complaints. Yet more of that infuriating indecisiveness as her legs locked around my waist and her palms pushed against my chest. Infuriating, mostly, because it egged me on. It made me pound her just a little bit harder with an instinctive growl in an attempt to turn her into a puddle of orgasmic, insensate jelly. Barely a step lower from where she stood, but it was a goal that my instincts told me to reach for anyway.

—it looked like it was going to have to be me. I was going to have to be the adult in this mess...not that I wasn't already, physically, but that wasn't the point, alright? The point was that there might have been a reason why I had a cat, and it wasn't because I was looking for responsibility. This was kind of a big step up.

Lisa, after far too long, finally stopped screaming and focused on breathing, getting air whenever she could. In. Out. Harsh. Frantic. Loud enough that I could hear it even over the rhythmic thunderclap of my nuts slapping against her pale and cushy rear. Over the thick, wet noises that was me wrecking her comparatively dainty little hole, ruining it for life when it came to anyone that wasn't me as I laid my claim...and gave into my instincts at a single point.

This girl, my boss, my lover, whatever label you wanted to give her...she was mine. Mine and mine alone. Lisa, and the child she would surely be carrying now were the end of my hopes at having a quiet, peaceful life. A tiny apartment in the ghetto was no place to raise a child. It was no fortress or, god forbid, cave like my instincts were screaming at me to find, but still. It didn't change anything. Coil was a dead man. Had been before, actually...now though? He was dead twice over and I was finding it hard to care about the fact that I didn't care that I was plotting his murder while in the middle of a warm, vocal, and oddly still conscious female.

For the first time in what had to have been closer than not to half an hour, I sat up. Just a little. Just enough that I no longer had Lisa pinned completely understand my bulk and I could see her face...and I found that the aftermath of the decadent blowjob she'd given me was nowhere near as far as she could fall.

Even with an arm over her eyes, she couldn't hide the mess I had made of her. Not even if she tried...and an arm across the face wasn't nearly good enough to qualify. Her mascara had continued to run, getting everywhere and anywhere it could in a streaky wash of black lines and marks. All over her wrist and the pillow to either side of her face. She was wheezing as well, coughing like a badly tuned engine as her little pink tongue darted out to lick...suggestively...at the corners of her spit slicked mouth while milky, thick drool ran over onto her cheeks.

And that wasn't even bringing the whorish babbling into it. The quiet, barely sensible noise coming from her mouth in between licks. The whispers for more and how she was cumming before I ran a thumb across her cheek. Just a quick, gentle wipe to clean her up a little that ended up with her quieting down with a whimper...before catching my thumb with her lips to suck on it as if it were a pacifier.

From how she acted after, obviously a great deal calmer as she tried to deep throat my finger, that was exactly what it was to her. A pacifier. A tool to calm herself while I just to not blow my load all over her already white-washed insides.

It was a fight that I lost when she pulled that arm away and allowed me to see her eyes. Weeping, trembling, and wide. Moving madly from side to side, up and down as she looked at me. Looked through me through an island of pink in a sea of black...through heart-shaped lenses over heavily dilated orbs.

She was completely gone...and I couldn't hold back anymore. Physically couldn't as the familiar pressure started building up at the base of my shaft. Familiar, but not, as it felt like my soul was coming out through my dick...and I understood the difference between an orgasm and an orgasm when it came to my anatomy.

I was made for pleasure. Mind Breaking. Soul Melting. Heart stealing. I was made to give it and take it in equal measure and I couldn't be truly satisfied with half measures. Neither could Lisa for that matter, whose eyes had rolled back so far in her head that I could only see the whites as soon as I fed into her body the first of the newest batch of me. Thicker, heavier, and hotter than any load before.

I growled. Roared. Held her close and declared my place at the top of the fucking food chain to everyone that could hear it even as each fresh shot of cum pushed the old back out of Lisa's quivering pussy, ruining her bed and consigning it to the dumpster out back as the blonde sank her teeth into my shoulder with an utterly broken wail.

Another pump. Three. Four. More. Long enough that I lost count and I felt that I was starting to run close to empty for once before I gave Lisa the full hilt to let her gulping pussy milk out the last few drops from me...and I have to admit that Lisa's response to that actually had me feeling more than a little nervous.

She let go of me, tooth and arm and fell, stunned. Completely limp with the most insane and pleased smile on her face that I'd ever seen on anyone before, one that was even wider than that time I'd eaten her out, hard as it was to believe…and then her eyes slid forward. Instantly. Abruptly. Without even a hint of a warning to look at me, to see me as her lower stomach lit up with a dark purple light and started to fill in the starts of a design—

"Oh, fuck me," I whispered to the background of Lisa's ecstatic, almost hysterical laughter.

"Nuh-uh, Daddy... You got your roles mixed up. I don't fuck you," Lisa whispered smugly back as she locked her hands behind my neck, all smiles and teeth and those damned fake ears as she came down from her moment of absolute joy. "You fuck me."

—that looked to be a stylized heart made up of watercolor and fractals.