It's difficult to tell exactly who is worshiping whom.
As Beanstalk lay there in her bed, looking up at you with those big and warm eyes of hers, you might think she was watching you with reverence. That when her fingers traced your skin, as if she's marking a path along an uncharted map, she did it with equal parts admiration… and unrestrained lust. Her soft digits along your jawline; she reached up and just touched you everywhere that she could, because she couldn't keep her hands off of you. You turn your head slightly and kiss her fingertips, drawing a giggle from her while she relishes your attention.
On the same token, it was just as likely that you were the one doing the worshiping here. That as Beanstalk spread herself open for you, you were bearing witness to a goddess unfurling and revealing all desires plain and simple. An angel, perhaps? Although, given all this sinful indulgence, it might be more apt to say that Beanstalk was a succubus through and through.
Whatever the case may be, one thing is certain: Beanstalk isn't done with you. Not by a long shot. She's leaking cum out onto the bed; your essence trickles out of her nethers and stains the sheets beneath her. Vainly, she tries to plug herself up with her own tail, curling it down over her thigh and pressing its tip against her pussy, like she didn't want your spunk leaking out of her. Not to worry, you would assure her.
There was plenty more where that came from.
"Doctor… what are you going to do to me now?" She asks you, eyes going half-closed again. She licked her lips as you loomed over her like this, wondering just what positions the two of you would take this time.
As Beanstalk watches you contemplate what's next, she decides to take the initiative again, and she flips herself over before she settles on her arms and knees, perking up her rear-end and giving it a taunting little wiggle. Like this, it was easy to get a good look at Beanstalk from behind, while she's bent over and inviting you to come put her in her place again. "How about like this?" She hums after the question leaves her lips, hungry for more.
You had to admit, she looked good from behind, just as she looked good from the front, and from above. Beanstalk was just that tantalizing - you would be hard-pressed to think of a scenario in which you wouldn't absolutely ravage the Reproba right in front of you right now. Without even really thinking about it, you end up right behind Beanstalk, rising to your knees as you position yourself at her backside, one hand on her ass and another hiking up her tail.
"Ahh! So rough, Doctor," she purred. That tail isn't going anywhere - not while you've got it under control like this. Your cock was rock-hard and ready to rumble again, much to Beanstalk's growing glee. "I know what you must be thinking… and the answer is no, Doctor. Sorry, but my ass is off-limits tonight," she says, crudely, winking back at you. "Can't breed me from that hole, soooo~"
She had a point. Still, you couldn't help but run your forefinger down to that forbidden back door, circling her with a probing digit, causing Beanstalk to bite her lip and growl playfully at you. If you didn't have a hold on her tail already, she might have swung it at you.
"Maybe for your birthday," she concedes, "if you're a good boy~"
Deal! Until then, you would give into Beanstalk's demands. She was all about breeding, of course she would be vaginal first and foremost. If she was going to make you wait for anal, then you were just going to have to wait.
"Besides… don't you wanna breed me for Christmas, Doctor? Don't you wanna give me some babies this holiday~? Pretty please~?" She taunted you, licking her lips again. Anything she could do to get you going. And oh, you were going. Her pleading doesn't go ignored.
Faster than you can even register yourself, you're soon hilting yourself deep into her well-fucked pussy for the second time that night, causing her to groan out from the familiar pleasure and the ecstasy of feeling you slide all the way into her. Home, where you belong.
This time, however, you've taken a different approach than simply pushing Beanstalk down and pressing her against her bed, even if she did enjoy every second of that romp. This time, she had a bit more say in the tempo, as she immediately sets the pace for the both of you. Once you're all the way buried into her welcoming snatch, she starts to pull herself forward, until you're just about to slip out of her again…
…and then she pushes herself back, slamming her hips against your own, drawing a pleasured moan from the both of you as you remain kneeled behind her, your rock-hard sex buried within your employee's.
"Fuck," Beanstalk curses, and you're soon matching the woman's tempo while you push forward alongside her, and you pull back when she does the very same. Your motions make it so that your cock is always on the verge of slipping out entirely, before you shank her with your manhood, pulling groans of lust from her core that slip out of her mouth involuntarily.
"H-hang on," she whimpers, "l-let go of my tail," she pleads. You oblige her, and you watch as she quickly latches her tail around your midsection, giggling lewdly while she holds you in place again. First she wrapped her legs around your body while you hammered your cock into her dripping-wet pussy, as if she was keeping you trapped and preventing you from pulling out (not that you would, anyway, when it feels this good), but now she's doing it again!
This time, she stayed on her arms and knees while her tail acted like a rope, keeping you bound against her body and preventing you from just outright escaping your obligations. Because this was an obligation - you had to finish inside of her; this was a white Christmas for the two of you.
"You've got nowhere to go now," she teased, smiling secretively while you fucked her from behind. She moaned as you took her, keeping your hands on her ass cheeks now while you thrust in and out, back and forth, slamming your hips against her own and making them clap together. A nice and steady rhythm, like the two of you were dancing with how tangled together you were. Your hips kissed over and over again, and you kneaded her ass cheeks, feeling the slight give of her skin beneath your greedy, groping hands.
Beanstalk panted softly, already working up a sweat with you from this passionate workout. She jerked forward with every thrust you gave her, and she slammed herself back eagerly against your crotch, desperate for you to give her another hot filling. She wanted every last load inside… not a single drop wasted.
That would come later. For now, you were content to pound her from behind and smack her ass, spanking her for being so depraved. For getting you as wound up as you were. Just as you suspected, she absolutely adored it when you put your hands on her like this. Beanstalk cried out with pleasure as you brought your hand down against her ass, striking her with your open palm with enough force to leave her pale cheeks a blistering crimson color. SMACK!
"AH~! DOCTOR, YES~!"
She shakes and whimpers as she reaches her orgasm - quickly! - and she writhes there in front of you, collapsing onto the bed where her upper-half is now laying limply atop the mattress, and her lower-half is still held up by her own shaking, shivering knees. It also helps that she's still got her tail wrapped around your midsection, and that you're holding the poor little Reproba up with your own hands grasping her hips as you pound her clenching, tensing pussy.
You can feel her milking your cock for all it was worth - again - as she courses through her own climax. You weren't quite finished with her yet. You wanted - needed - more.
Beanstalk panted as she tried to keep up with your stamina, whining shamefully as she turned her head to look up at you, pleadingly. You're not so sure, but from this angle, it almost looked as though Beanstalk had hearts in her eyes, glowing pink and… well, no, surely you were just seeing things. You were dizzy from how much had transpired tonight. From all the blood that had rushed down from the head on your shoulders, to the head between your thighs.
"D-Doctor!" Her words were breathy, and heavy. "Haahhh… c-can't… keep up…! Ahhhh~! Arms… tired…! Haahhh…!"
You slow your thrusts and give Beanstalk a chance to catch her breath. The brief pause between you two gives you an idea, and with great reluctance, you pull on the stub of Beanstalk's tail to loosen it from around your midsection, and then you slide your cock out of her needy, receptive pussy.
"Waahhh… Doctorrrr…" Beanstalk pouted. "What do you plan on doing now? I hope you're not leaving this half-finished!"
You wouldn't dream of it. While she shudders and shakes as little tremors continue working their way through her body, you flip the Reproba over yet again, so that she's laying on her back like before. Only this time… you position yourself just before her entrance, and then you pull her up and onto your thighs.
"Gah! Doctor~!?"
Surprising Beanstalk from the change in position, you allow the operator to get nice and comfortable as she sits on your lap. She adjusts herself slightly, so that she can grind her wet snatch against your rock-hard cock, and your arms naturally find their place around her little body, holding her close to you as she bumps and grinds against your manhood.
"Hahhh… I hope you're not gonna let me do all the work here," she says with a knowing smile. Of course, you weren't going to let that happen. If anything, you return to the same pace as moments prior, humping Beanstalk into the air and pounding her as she sits in your lap, in your arms. She placed her arms around you again, and somehow she felt even closer to you now than she did when you were taking her in the missionary position and pressing her into the bed so firmly and tightly.
Maybe it's because she has an easier time kissing you now that she's just bouncing in your lap and holding you so tenderly. Beanstalk peppers your face in loving, drunken kisses. The sensation of her soft lips pressing fondly against your face over and over again, like she can't show you that she adores you enough… it felt as divine receiving this love as it felt when you were giving it right back. Pounding her with that love, grunting and moaning with pleasure while she rode you. You and Beanstalk were making such sweet music together: your simultaneous gasps and grunts, the sound of your hips smacking together, wetly against her own…
Her breasts wobble and shake along with the rest of her as she sways atop you. You reach up and take one of her breasts into your open hand, giving it a firm and playful squeeze while she keeps up the rhythm with you, her wide and fuzzy ears wiggling around like she was trying to lock onto a signal from afar.
Her face is flush red. She's sweating, and you're sweating alongside her. No doubt you looked just as frazzled as she did, though you couldn't help but stay infatuated with Beanstalk despite her dishevelment. To see her in this state, when she had been so tidy and well-kept when the evening had first started…
You took pride in how you made the little operator feel. Her eyes were half-open, heavy with lust, while she placed her hands on your chest and traced her moist fingertips against your torso. Like this, with her hands on you, and with her hopping up and down, you could really take notice of how much lighter she was than you. How easy it was to pick her up, and slam her back down - over, and over, and over, and over again…
Whap whap whap.
She was close again.
Whap whap whap.
You could feel it. The way she tensed up, her muscles clenching and unclenching; it felt as though you could feel her heartbeat with its quickened pace in the middle of this heated lovemaking session. Poor little thing was working so hard to please you. So hard for her reward…
"Doctor," Beanstalk panted, and it looked as though she was going to cry from the sheer bliss that she felt while you railed her - while you felt her intense heat and wetness as you pumped her dripping-wet cunt. She was yours. All yours. "Doctor," she repeated, "please…"
You take it up a notch, thrusting even faster, and even deeper somehow. She squeals from the increased speed and power that you deliver to her, and it's a squeal that you silence when you press your lips against her own, your moans spilling into her mouth as you hold her in your arms and make out with her again tonight.
She tastes like sweet red wine and bad decisions. An addicting flavor lies in her mouth, soaked in her small pink tongue. You grab her face and caress her cheek, and your entire world is heat and fluff and intimate comfort. There is not a single part of you that moves within your volition. Everything, from your hips to your hands to your tongue between your lips, it's all on autopilot. Your body knows what Beanstalk wants, and what she craves, and she was going to get everything that she wanted and more tonight.
The softness of her mouth… you dig straight in. Her lips are light and gentle against your own, and she whimpers as you rake your fingers through her light brown hair, running your digits down from her locks and back to her cheek. Just touching her was astonishing. You never knew someone could be so feverous, and so silken, and so yours.
You feel her lips tremble, not out of fear or nervousness, but from utter desire. Like she's about to erupt again, and you're meeting her halfway.
But you're hungry for more. You're not finished feasting on her just yet. She'd trapped you twice tonight, and now you were going to do the very same in return.
With a desperate growl, you latch your arms tightly around Beanstalk's body, causing her to squeak in surprise at your sudden aggression. She's unable to speak with how feverishly she's kissing you, locking her lips with yours, but you can feel her surprise in her mouth and in the way she's shaking - like a leaf, twisting in the wind. You squeeze her nice and tight, and despite being well aware of just how sore the two of you are going to be in the morning, you double-time it - slamming your hips against her own again while you lift her up and bring her back down, fucking her silly and spearing her well-used pussy. Beanstalk is once again struggling to keep up with your raw output, but fortunately for the both of you, it's a wonderful torture that the two of you aren't going to have to endure for much longer.
You're climbing towards your peak, getting closer and closer. Your thrusts become haphazard, and you couldn't remember the last time you and someone else had sounded so inhuman. You were rutting with Beanstalk- that's what it was, at the end of the night. Lovemaking, sure, but so primal; animalistic. It goes on and on and it's downright torturous in how you manhandle her lithe body, uncaring for how she breaks on top of you.
And then you finally - blissfully - release, deep inside of Beanstalk. Once again, she creams around your cock, shaking and crying out pleasurably when she cums, her entire body going rigid and shaking, clenching, dripping, drooling. It's a mess to say the least, and your mind goes blank as you cum inside of Beanstalk's pussy for the second time that night, flooding her insides with more of your virile heat and wetness.
There was no way in hell she wasn't pregnant. You slam Beanstalk down and hold her there while you pump her unprotected pussy nice and full, splattering your seed into her tight, wet, and waiting cavern. She locks her legs around you as best she can from her sitting position, shivering lustfully while she coos and sighs. She's never felt more comfortable and satisfied than in this very moment, and she would certainly let you know this if she could even speak a proper sentence. For now, all you get is happy little squeals and moans and hums, like you've shattered her vocabulary with your pure virility.
Beanstalk is weak. Her lower half is locked around you and still wringing you dry - even now you give slowed and hollow thrusts, the last of your spunk spurting from your buried tip - but her upper half is noodle arms and exhausted heaving.
You think she's trying to say something again - a curse, or an exclamation of wonder - but like before, she can't seem to find the words. She can only gesture vaguely, and give you the most radiant smile you've ever seen in your life. There are tears in her eyes, and sweat on her brow, and blush on her cheeks.
"So… full…" She finally utters, running a hand over her now-slightly-pudgy belly. She laughs lightly. "Merry Christmas… to this new mama… ahaha~"
Her laugh warms your heart. To hell with caution. To say you had a wonderful evening with Beanstalk would be the understatement of the century. You kiss her deeply, wiping the tears from her eyes as she nuzzles your hands, positively glowing with love… and a spark of newness. Things weren't going to be the same, but they were going to be better. You were going to make sure of it.
But first… you seriously had to clean up a little bit.
Beanstalk glances around herself, biting her lip. She's still on your lap, but even she can't help but remark upon the mess the two of you made together. On the bed, and on each other's bodies. It stank of conquest here.
"My roommate is gonna be soooo mad," said Beanstalk, with a giggle. She heaves a heavy sigh, one of pure relief and satisfaction - like the kind that you filled her to the very brim with - and she moves a lock of hair from her face.
"Alright, Doctor… we have some cleaning up to do! But first… water break."
You can only agree. Hydrating after a workout like that… was priority number one.
Beanstalk, however, made no effort whatsoever to move off of your lap. Or, actually… It looked as though she was struggling to move anything below her tummy. Even her tail had gone totally limp, and unusable.
"Uh oh. I think you paralyzed me," Beanstalk remarked, and when she caught the expression of panic that crossed your face, she laughed mischievously. "I'll be fine, Doctor! Just gimme… gimme a few minutes! And then… I can… get up… I think…"
A few minutes… buried where you were, beneath this goddess of fluff?
It was going to be a long, long night…
…and, in truth, you wouldn't want it any other way.