The person who commissioned this story wanted me to post a disclaimer stating that rape is always wrong. So don't rape anyone.
It was a warm and sunny spring day in the town of Royal Woods, population 3,330. The sky was a clear and piercing shade of blue, the sun shone its brilliant light down upon the world like liquid gold, and the trees clustering in the park across from Stella Zhau's house were budding green with life. A warm breeze kissed by the scent of honeysuckle and new life blew through the blossoming boughs, and kids chased each other through the park in a game of tag that seemed to go on and on. Their laughter filled the air and drifted in through the open window, the mesh screen of which lightly snapped back and forth.
Stella Zhau sat at her desk, the warm breeze causing her long black hair to flutter around her shoulders like a swarm of ebony butterflies. She had a pile of books and papers in front of her, but her attention kept wandering to the idyllic scene outside. She could hear the distant chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves as the wind danced through the branches. The smell of fresh grass and blooming flowers wafted into her room, and she couldn't help but feel invigorated by the lively energy of the day.
As she looked out the window, she saw a group of children playing in the park. They were laughing and shouting, their youthful energy filling the air with a sense of joy and carefree abandon. The girls were twirling in their dresses, their hair flying out behind them, while the boys chased after each other, their faces flushed with excitement.
Stella couldn't help but smile at the sight of them. It was a perfect spring day, a day that seemed to hold endless possibilities and promise. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting the warmth of the sun and the sweet scent of the air wash over her. It was moments like this that made her grateful to be alive and filled her with a sense of hope for the future.
Stella watched the children playing in the park with a wistful smile on her face, her heart yearning for the day when she too would have little ones to call her own. She had always loved kids, had a knack for entertaining them and making them feel loved and valued. It was a deep, primal urge within her to nurture and care for young life.
As she stood at the window, she gently rested her hand on her stomach, imagining the new life blossoming within her, just like the spring trees outside. She felt a warmth spread through her body, a sense of completeness that could only come from the prospect of motherhood.
Stella longed for the day when she would feel the little kicks and flutters of a growing baby, when she could hold her child in her arms and feel their warmth and heartbeat against her chest. She knew that motherhood was not an easy road, but it was a road she was willing to travel down, no matter the cost.
The children's laughter floated in through the open window, a sweet reminder of the joy and wonder that lay ahead for her. Stella closed her eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of honeysuckle and new life, feeling a sense of hope and anticipation rising within her like the sap in the springtime trees.
Stella moved away from the window, leaving the sunshine and the laughter behind, and walked toward the closet. As she reached out to turn the doorknob, her hand trembled slightly with excitement. She knew what she was looking for, and she knew that it was going to be a moment she would always cherish.
As she opened the closet door, the musty smell of old clothes and unused items filled her nostrils. But Stella paid it no mind as she reached in and pulled out a camera set up. The box was a deep shade of blue, and the contents inside were neatly arranged, as if they had been carefully placed there by someone with the utmost care.
Stella's heart raced as she looked at the monitor and the tiny camera used for internal exams. She had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. She knew that she wanted to be a mother, and she wanted to be one as soon as possible.
She took the camera out of the box and held it in her hands, marveling at the precision and the detail of its design. It was so small and compact, but it held so much potential. It was going to be the key to unlocking her dreams of motherhood.
Stella's eyes sparkled as she thought about the possibilities. She could use the camera to track her progress, to see the changes that were happening inside her body. She could use it to document her journey, to capture every moment of her pregnancy and beyond. And most importantly, she could use it to make sure that everything was going according to plan.
With a deep breath, Stella set the camera down on the dresser and began to prepare. She changed into comfortable clothing and put on a pair of slippers, knowing that she was going to be in for a long day. She then went to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea, sipping it slowly as she gathered her thoughts.
As she finished her tea, Stella walked back to her bedroom and closed the door. She took a deep breath and reached down to touch her stomach. It was already budding with new life, like the spring trees outside. She smiled to herself, knowing that this was only the beginning.
Stella then turned to the camera and set it up, adjusting the focus and the lighting until it was just right. She knew that she had to get it perfect, that this was a moment that she could not afford to miss.
Finally, she sat down in front of the camera and turned it on. The monitor flickered to life, and Stella saw her own face looking back at her. She smiled, feeling a sense of anticipation building inside her.
Stella's desire to become a mother was beautiful and wholesome, but it was also something more. She had always loved children and been good with little ones, and from the moment she reached puberty, all of her fantasies and desires had centered around being pregnant. The idea of being filled with child, her body swelling with the power of new life, turned her on, and when she masturbated, it was only to the thought of being pregnant and impregnated.
Or to pregnancy porn.
She really, really loved that shit.
Getting pregnant wasn't just her kink and her life's desire, it was also her hobby, her vocation. She constantly researched articles on pregnancy and how to get pregnant and watched birthing videos on YouTube. Sometimes she did this just to watch…and other times she did it to jill off. On a good day, one where she couldn't get the idea of having kids out of her head, she might flick the ol bean ten times. There were also times when she would spend the whole day edging herself, getting so close that her toes wiggled over then edge, and then pulling herself back before finally letting herself cum. Those orgasms were always the most powerful. And simply the all around best.
Stretching out on the bed, Stella lifted her butt, jammed her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down to her knees before kicking them off. She spread her thighs to reveal her pink middle and picked up a speculum from the nightstand. It was cold and metal, oddly shaped and gleaming in the light. Once inserted, it would make putting the camera in her womb much easier.
Before inserting it, Stella teased herself by grazing it over her sensitive middle: Along her lips, around her clit, through the valley between her thigh and her pubic region. Anticipation welled inside of her and her heart began to race, Heat crept over her body, starting in her toes and radiating out to the rest of her in sickly, pulsing waves. A little bit of fluid collected at the opening of her sex and dribbled out, clear and fresh like morning dew.
She took a deep, shivry breath and licked her dry lips. Gripping the steely handle, she slipped the speculum into her cervix and pumped the grip. The metal prongs expanded against her rippling walls and spread her opening apart with a beautiful shock of pain. Her muscles squirmed and clenehced against the foreign intrustion, but she pumped the handles until her womb was wide open, spread for all the world to see like the petals of a pink spring flower, a patch of furtile soil that would one day bring forth new life.
Her cervix oozed a milky white substance, and she had to resist the temptation to swipe her finger through it and press it to her tongue. Taking another speculum and a wicked looking device with a hooked head, she poked around her cervix until she found the opening. She pushed the device in and spread her womb even farther apart. Now her baby factor was bared for anyone to see, the function of her body and her biology on full display.
Next, she took a tiny, microscope camera in a pair of tweezers. Gripping the tweezers gently, she dipped her hand between her thighs and guided the camera into her womb, using the monitor to see what she was doing. The pain was exquisite, but knowing what it was from, and what purpose it served, only turned her on all the more. She wiggled her hips a little and dug her feet into the mattress for purchase. She twisted the camera around inside of her, the long, thin wire chafing against the opening of her cervix and sending not entirely pleasant shivers up her spine. She could feel the tiny camera squeezing to get past her cervix and her nostrils flared in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She bit down on her bottom lip and forced it. Pain flared like white lightning in the center of her skull, but just as quickly as it came, it was gone again, the camera having found home.
An image appeared on the monitor and her heart soared. She tracked her child's development with wonder and happiness, then pulled the camera out. Stripping naked, she put on a long T shirt and nothing else, then went over to the dresser, where an army of pill bottles waited like a rank of soliders on a Civil War battlefield. She selected one of them, an ovulation drug, and, throwing her head back, popped it into her mouth. She worked up some saliva and dry swallowed it, grimacing at the chalky, medicinal taste.
She was just about to leave the room when her cell, which was situated on her nightstand, buzzed and lit up. She sighed, walked over, and picked it up. The name LYNN appeared on the screen and Stella's features settled into a deep frown. Part of her had expected this call. She had known Lincoln Loud for a long time and they were always pretty close. She had gone over to his house on many occasions in the past to hang out, play video games, and read comic books, and had come to know his family pretty well. He had eleven sisters, and as an only child, Stella thought that that was the coolest thing ever. She couldn't stand people who, like her parents, had only one child. How could you do that to a poor, innocent child? Children needed playmates and companions. Stella respected Mr. and Mrs. Loud greatly for having so many children and wanted to emulate them.
In fact, she wanted to beat them at their own game. She wanted to have twenty kids, thirty, maybe even more. She wanted to be the mother of an entire generation, to be and stay pregnant for the rest of her life. If she had her way, she'd have kids right up until the day she died. She'd like to drop at 99 right after giving birth. Hey, there was something really nice and poetic about dying while doing what you loved most of all.
The phone buzzed again, bringing Stella out of her repreive. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the phone, swiped her thumb across the screen, and held the phone to her ear. "Hey, Lynn," she said, trying to keep her voice even. "What's up?"
"Stella, have you seen my brother?" Lynn's voice is strained with worry. "He was supposed to be home last night after the rap battle at the open mic night. I called Clyde and Rusty and they said they haven't seen him since they left the club."
"I'm sorry, Lynn, I haven't seen him," she says, trying to sound convincing. The lie rolled smoothly off her tongue and sounded sweet as butter to her own ears. "Maybe he just crashed at one of their places? Have you tried calling around?"
Lynn sighs. "Yeah, I've been calling everyone I can think of. I just have a bad feeling, you know? Lincoln wouldn't just disappear like this."
Stella feels a pang of guilt. She knows exactly why Lincoln hasn't come home. "I'm sure he's fine, Lynn," she says, hoping to reassure her friend. "Maybe he just needs some time to clear his head or something. You know how he gets sometimes."
There's a long pause on the other end of the line before Lynn speaks again. "Yeah, I guess you're right," she says, her voice heavy with doubt. "Thanks, Stella. Let me know if you hear anything, okay?"
"Of course, Lynn," Stella says, ending the call and letting out a sigh of relief. Whew, that was a close one. She liked Lynn, but Lynn could be really intimidating, and of all the Louds who could have called her asking after Lincoln's whereabouts, Stella least wanted to talk to the jock. She had a way of dragging things out of people. Unfortunately for Lynn, Stella was a girl on a mission, and there would be no daunting or dissuading her.
Returning the phone to the nightstand, Stella went downstairs, her hand trailing absently on the smooth wooden railing. The house stood silent and washed in the warm light of the sun. The living room was compulsively neat and tidy. Some stereotypes were rooted in truth, and one of them was that Asians were very clean and orderly people. Not all, of course, every culture has its slobs, but Stella was raised to be a clean freak, and a clean freak she was.
She padded on bare feet across the linoleum floor of the kitchen. Her stomach rumbles, and she realizes that she needs something to eat. She opens the fridge and pulls out some bread, cheese, and ham. As she makes a sandwich, she glances at the clock on the wall. It's already past noon.
Wow, she thought to herself, time really flies when you're having fun.
Before venturing into the basement to get down to business, she made herself a sandwich, fetching bread, ham, cheese, and mayonnaise, and then putting them all together like a second rate culinary magician. She put the sandwich on a plate, grabbed a knife from the butcher's block next to the toaster, and cut it in half. She ate half of it standing at the counter, eating as quickly as possible because she was excited to begin, and then picked up the plate bearing the other half. She went to the basement door, which stood closed and foreboding next to the fridge, and opened it. Reaching in, she snapped on the light, filling the dank and cavernous space with murky and muddled light.
Stella descended the rickety wooden stairs to the basement, her hand sliding along the splintered banister for support. The single dim light bulb flickered above her head as she made her way towards the center of the room where a table stood. Lincoln lay upon it, his limbs strapped down tightly with ropes.
She stood there for a moment, gazing down at him with a mix of emotions. Lust, joy, and a thousand other powerful but unnamable sensations that swirled around her and swelled her chest. Lincoln was stripped naked and tied down to a special table with stirrups and other trappings that would make it easy for him to accomplish the task she had so long ago set out for him.
Lincoln was asleep when she stepped off the bottom tread and onto the cold concrete floor. The step creaked beneath her weight, and Lincoln's eyes flew open in a snap, clouded with confusion and fear. He sucked a sharp gasp of air and whipped his head from side to side. He squirmed, wiggled, and tried to move, but he was held tight and couldn't manage more than a little side to side shimmy. "Where am I?" he asked loudly, his voice echoing and reverberating through the basement.
He caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye, and the breath left his lungs in a fearful rush. He tried to turn his head all the way around to lay eyes on his captor, but he couldn't swing it. For a second, Stella paused, suddenly nervous at the prospect of revealing herself. Last night, she had followed Lincoln from the comedy club, staying at a distance and remaining in the shadows. She wore black pants, a black turtle neck, and black leather gloves; she blended into the night, and no one saw her. When he split with Clyde and Rusty, she made her move, springing forth like a trapdoor spider and pressing a chloroform soaked rag against his face. He thrashed, twitched, and crumpled to the ground in a snoring heap. Getting him back here without arousing suspicion was hard, but it would all be worth it in the end.
She had planned this for so long, from idle daydreaming to actually putting her plan into action, and the day had finally come when she would get what she wanted.
Taking a deep breath and bracing herself for what was to come, she stepped into his line of sight. He wouldn't understand at first, she realized, and he would most likely be upset with her, but it wouldn't take long for him to come around and see things her way. They would about to do a beautiful and sacred thing together, and it would bind their bodies and souls and bring them together in new flesh.
Lincoln saw her, and his mouth fell open in a perfect O of surprise. "Y-You?" he stammered in shock.
"Hi, Lincoln," she said and smiled sweetly.
Lincoln blinked, as if by doing so he could dispel the unbelievable image before him, but Stella remained where she was, smiling down at him like a loving goddess.
"What's going on?" he asked, panic creeping into his voice. "Where am I?"
Stella reached out and brushed her hand across his cheek. "You're here with me," she said.
"And you're going to help me with something very important. Doesn't that sound nice?" She made a conscious effort to not slip into babytalk, which she sometimes did when she was horny.
"What are you talking about?" Lincoln jerked.
Smiling and trailing her hand over him, she began to walk in a slow circle around the table like a James Bond villain boasting of their plans for world domination. "For as long as I can remember," she started, "I've wanted to be a mother. Having babies and fulfilling my body's biological purpose has always been the most important thing in the world for me. I was built to have babies, Lincoln. That's why my hips are so curvy, it's why I spend one week a month with cramps and bleeding. Some women want to be boss btiches and others want to be activists. That's all fine and well, but I was put here for one reason and one reason only: To bear, love, and raise lots and lots of children."
She was still circling Lincoln like a shark, her eyes brushing across his supine body and her fingertips kissing the soft, smooth skin of his boyish face. She imagined she could smell his repproductive organs: His sperm was sweet and salty, and saliva filled her mouth. She swallowed it and let out a shivery little sigh. Her core was bubbling with need like a pot of hot water on a stove and her heart slammed against her breast in gentle expectation.. "That is my sole purpose in this life, Lincoln, and I have yearned for it for far, far too long. Today, I am finally going to fullfill my destiny. And you…you are going to help me."
Horrified understanding dawned in Lincoln's eyes like the dazzling mushrooming of a detonating nuclear bomb and his jaw fell open with an audible clack. He was so beautiful when he was shocked. He was so beautiful most any time. "I have spent months searching for the perfect man to impregnante me. I chose you for your fair skin, button nose, and cute dimples. With you, I have the best chance of bearing cute and adorable babies."
She was standing over him now, a sly grin on her face and her eyes pointed firmly at his crotch. She could see the outline of his package bulging against his jeans, plump and juicy, and she licked her lips like a hungry dog. "Y-You're crazy," Lincoln said. "Stella, come on, this is too much. Let's talk about this, okay? I get that you want to have kids but this isn't the way to do it." His words tumbled out of him in a stammering rush. It was clear that he was trying and largely failing to keep his composure. There was a small part of her that sympathized with him. She knew that this was probably sudden and shocking to him. He was a man, a young one, and having children was probably the farthest thing from his mind until right this very second. She knew, however, that having come from a large family, he would be skilled and adept at dealing with the pressure and culture of having many, many children.
That was another reason she selected him. Surely he knew the ins and outs of having many, many, many siblings. That made him a prime candidate for having many, many, many children. The other guys in town were lacking in that respect. So many families out there were pathetically, depressingly tiny. There was once a day and age where a man and woman would produce as many children as possible. Then birth control and women's liberation came along and fucked it all up. Now women wanted to be corporate boot licking wage slaves like the men, and men thought they could just pull out, get their nut, and move onto the next girl. Uh-uh. If men wanted to play around and women wanted to be fifty, single, and mother to only a bottle of wine and a smelly cat, that was fine, but did they really have to poison the rest of us? The sons and daughters of these people didn't know how to fuck and bear kids, only how to work and be miserable. That made finding a good man really hard.
Thankfully, she was fortunate enough to meet Lincoln Loud. She took that as a sign that God was smiling down on her and her holy mission. She would birth a whole new generation and single handedly bring this country back from the anti-kid, anti-family, anti-love precipice it was about to fall into.
"...just untie me and we'll talk, okay?" Lincoln was asking. Stella realized that he had been talking for a good two minutes, and that everything he had said was little more than a blur that went in one ear and out the other.
"I know you're nervous, Lincoln," Stella said to his crotch. "But I also know that you'll make an incredible have all the traits a child could want in a dad. You're kind, warm, caring, considerate, and really good with children. Don't forget, I've been to your house a thousand times. I've seen how you are with your younger sisters. I chose you for a reason, Lincoln, and that reason is that you are close to perfect as I could ever hope to find. Do you have flaws? Of course you do. Everyone does. Will we argue and disagree? I'm sure we will. That's just a sign that you truly care. Someone who doesn't care won't argue. They'll just shrug their shoulders and go "whatever." I doubt you'll do that. You'll stand on your principles like a real man, not some neckbeard cuck btch who'll say whatever it takes to finally touch a boobie at forty years old."
Thinking of how manly and principled Lincoln was really began to get to her and turned her on in a whole new way that she never thought possible. Her nipples were stiff and erect, poking through the thin fabric of her shirt, and her pussy was so moist that she could feel the wet stickiness on the insides of her thighs. She brushed her teeth across her bottom lip and let her eyes travel over Lincoln's supine form. She laid her hand on his leg and slowly caressed it, getting higher and higher, tracing her fingers along his inner thigh now, dangerously close to his baby slinger. Lincoln shuddered under her touch and tried to squirm away like a big worm, but he was held in place, and could do little more than let her have her way with him. She slid her hand over his bulge, and gave it a squeeze. "Full and plump," she said, "like the sweetest fruit."
Lincoln was breathing heavily now. Stella wanted to believe that it was because he was getting turned on by her touch and her determination to be a mother, but way in the back of her mind, in a dusty and shadowy little corner, she thought it was likely because he was scared and upset. "Stella," he said and swallowed thickly around a visible lump in his throat, "come on, you're not thinking straight. Let's at least talk about this before we do anything we might regret."
"Oh, I'm not going to regret this, Lincoln," Stella said. Bending slightly at the waist, she ran her hands over his crotch and his inner thighs. "I'm not going to regret it at all."
"What if I do?" he asked suddenly.
Stella, mind already hazing with lust, bent over even farther and brushed her lips over Lincoln's bulge, her fingertips curling cat like into his inner thighs. Her breathing was ragged and hot, and her body smoldered from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She opened her mouth and pressed her wet lips to the rough fabric covering Lincoln's present. He sucked a sharp intake of breath like a man slowly wading into cold water, and Stella began to lightly shake all over with need like a small, excited dog.
Remembering that she had forgotten a very crucial and important step, she reluctantly ripped herself away from Lincoln and went to a little metal table upon which was arranged a number of tools and things. She selected a syringe, poked it into the rubbery tip of a glass bottle, and turned it upside down. She pulled the plunger back, and clear liquid filled the vial. Lincoln saw her and the color drained from his face. "What's that?" he asked and began to try once again to break out of his bonds. "What the fuck is that, Stella?"
When the srygine was full, she plucked the needle out of the bottle and sat the latter aside with a clank of glass on metal. She turned to Lincoln, bit her bottom lip, and waggled her eyebrows playfully. She depressed the plunger to make sure there were no air bubbles, and a tiny jet of clear liquid shot across the room. "Squirt, squirt," she said.
"Stella, wait," Lincoln said, "look, if you want -"
"Don't worry, Lincoln," Stella said."It's not going to hurt you. It's just a special little formula I whipped up to increase your esepeerm count and quality. And also to make your dick bigger. This way, youee're all but guarenteed to impregnant me."
Lincoln licked his lips and darted his eyes around the basement as if looking for some salvation or means of escape. He found none, however. They were both alone and no one would ever come looking for him here. Going over to him, Stella tapped the syringe with his finger one last time to make sure that there were no bubbles, then quickly jabbed Lincoln in the arm with it. Lincoln winced and hissed, and Stella yanked the needle out with the swiftness and precision of an experienced nurse. She grabbed a yellow bandage from the box on the table and stuck it over Lincoln's wound. "There you go," she said. "Spongebob."
By now Lincoln was clearly beginning to feel the effects of the drug. He lay flat on his back, still as a tomb, and stared up at the ceiling, his features bearing no expression whatsoever. His chest, however, rapidly rose and fell, and his nostrils flared open and closed, the sound of his breathing ragged. Stella pulled his pants down, realized she couldn't get them past the straps binding his legs, and then cut them off with surgical scissors. His dick stood tall and proud, caged up in his cottony tightie whities like an animal in a zoo. As she watched, it twtiched, swelled, and began to grow. She used the scissors to cut the underwear off, and his dick sprang out like a mighty flesh sword, its curved head tinged a light purple color and the cord at its thick base throbbing and pulsing like a beating heart. The wild scent of his manhood wafted over Stella, and she took a deep, instinctive breath through her nose, rolling it over her tongue and shivering slightly. She was flushed with heat now and her pussy was absoluely dripping. She didn't think that she could wait any longer.
Crossing her arms over her chest in an X, she lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head in a spill of black hair. She tossed it away and stepped to the table on bare feet, her body as naked as the day she was born. She was lean with a womanly shape, full breasts, and a tiny patch of black hair at the Y shaped junction of her thighs. Her muscles flexed and pulled taut as she climbed onto the table, straddling Lincoln. The head of his cock prodded between her swollen lips, and electric tingles raced up her spine. Her heart slammed so hard that her breast quvere, and her stomach rolled with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Lincoln stared straight up at the ceiling, his chest continuing to rise and fall. She could not tell from what blank and stony expression what he was feeling, but she honestly didn't care.
Pressing her hands to Lincoln's warm and rippling stomach, she lifted her hips and brought them down just enough that his head nestled between her lips. She swiveled her hips from side to side, enjoying the way it felt rubbing against her middle. It raked her clit, and a power jolt of sensation shot through her. Holding tight, she jerked her hips down, and Lincoln's massive dick filled her like a battering ram, spreading her walls and smashing into her cervix. She threw her head back and let out a long cry, the way her muscles clenched and stroked him making her weak with both pleasure and pain. He was so big thanks to the drugs that she could feel every bump and ridge of his cock against her walls, and the way it lightly pulse sent her heart racing in her throat. She slowly lifted herself up, and Lincoln's crowned tip brushed her G-Spot, which made her entire body clench and knocked a wordless sound of pleasure from her throat.
Lincoln stared up at the ceiling, resigned to his fate. He would get into it eventually, Stella figured. No one could not enjoy making a baby. Making babies is what all of us are put here for. Our entire lives revolve around having children. Women's purpose is to bear and nurture children, men's is to protect and provide for their children. If you're not doing one of those things, what are you even doing with your life?Filling it with empty busywork until you die? Mindless entertainment? You're literally a failure as a human being because you have one job, one fucking job, and you can't een do it. You just fart around on some dumb shit. What a waste of human being!
Stella slowly lifted and lowered herself up and down, giving herself a chance to adjust to his dick. She hadn't taken him all the way yet, and she looked forward to doing so both nervously and excitedly. For now, she was content to thrust her hips back and forth, lifing and lowering, her walls sliding wetly up and down his shaft. She raked her nails down his chest and leaned over to pepper wet, slobbery kisses over his defined and masculine body. The act of leaning over made her body tighten around him even more, and he winced slightly, the first animation he had shown since the rape had begun. Stella's eyes narrowed and her breath hitched. His skin was salty against her lips and tasted so good that she darted out her tongue to taste him better.
Stella smiled against his flesh and scratched it, lightly at first, then deeper, leaving angry red marks in her wake.
After a while of this, she wanted to try something a little different, so she lifted off of him, turned around to face away, got on her knees, and rode him in reverse cowgirl. She clasped her hands onto his knees and held on as she bounced faster and faster, still being careful not to take him all the way. She wanted to save that for the moment of simultaneous orgasm and impregnantion that she envisioned for them.
The drug that she gave Lincoln also delayed his orgasm, so she could take as long as she wanted with him without worrying about him popping off early, which was perfect for her needs. She rode his dick in reverse cowgirl for what felt like hours, only stopping to suck him for a little while. The taste of their combined baby making fluids was salty and thickly coated the inside of her mouth, making her drool. She took him all the way to the back of her throat and discovered that she did not have a gag reflex, which was a happy development for Lincoln. She licked and lapped his cock, swirling her tongue around the shaft and molding her lips around the head. Lincoln's precum dribbled onto her tongue and slid down the back of her throat, spreading life giving warmth and nourishing goodness through her like hot chocolate on a cold winter's day.
When she had her fill of sucking him off, she mounted him again and went faster than she had before. She squatted slightly so as to keep his full length from spearing her, but her body desperately craved the feeling of him spilling her in half, and it was hard to keep from doing it. She came a few times, blips on the radar that she barely felt, but each mini orgasm only biult like pressure in her stomach until she was was filled with steam and needed release or she would explode into a million girl chunks.
At this point, she freed his hands and guided them to her breasts, telling him to squeeze. He wouldn't do it at first, but after she threatened to choke him, he gave her breasts a nice, hearty squeeze. She leaned over and shoved her tits into his face. "Now suck my nipples," she said commanded.
Sighing, Lincoln wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and flicked it with his tongue. When she tired of that, she pressed her lips to his and pried his mouth open with her tongue. Lincoln kissed her back, albeit halfheartedly, and, under her guidance, grabbed her butt cheeks in both hands. "Put your finger in my butt," she panted into his ear.
Ever duitiful, Lincoln slipped one finger into her butt, and Stella's eyes rolled back into her head. This did absolutely nothing to help her bear children but it felt really good nevertheless.
Finally, it was time for their big finish. Lifting up until Lincoln slipped out of her, Stella slammed herself down full force onto his dick. It punched through her cervix and penetrated directly into her womb. Stinging red pain filled her head and tears sprang to her eyes. Lincoln hissed through his teeth and Stella came so hard that her vision grayed.
Lincoln, however, did not finish.
So on they went.
Stella had no idea how long they went at it. She lost total track of time and of how many times she , at long last, Lincoln reached his own climax. He threw his head back and screamed, then suddenly, she was being pumped full of gallons and gallons of cum. It was like a freaking old derrick. His dick swelled and spat, swelled and spat, swelled and spat, filling her womb and gushing out around his pumping shaft. She was utterly shocked at how much there was. She knew there would be a lot, but she didn't expect this. He came for almost two minutes straight. So much of it filled her that her womb expanded outward all shiny and distended like cum filled balloon.
For a long time, Stella lay on top of him, panting, then she smothered him with kisses. "Congrautations on becoming a daddy," she said. She carefully pulled him out, making sure not to let any of his precious elixir spill out, then gave him a shot of anaesthetic. Then she went upstairs and lay in bed with her legs up in a V, letting Lincoln's sperm soak in and do its work.
The next morning, she took a pregnancy test, the kind of you pee on. She waited, then checked it. When it read positive, her jaw dropped and a squeal of happines broke from her throat. She dashed downstairs and hugged Lincoln tight. "You're going to be a father," she said, "congraurtlations. And as a reward, I have the perfect gifr."
She leered at him.
"More sex," she said.