20 Day Oc Challenge Novels & Stories

We were almost done with the graduation preparation. Ryan stirred. 'What the hell are you talking about so suddenly? Why do you think you're infertile?' I rubbed my stomach, feeling the tears prick at the sides of my eyes, but refused to let them fall. 'It's a known fact that omegas' chances of getting pregnant are during their heat periods, especially on the last day, and I did it raw throughout. It was supposed to work!' The frustration was eating me up slowly. I was excited for this, to news that would brighten my entire world, but it seemed I had let my hopes up for naught.

Lara: “I’m scared of how badly I want you already… this feels dangerous.” Kai: “It is dangerous. But I don’t want to stop. I want to keep pushing you. I want to own every moan, every orgasm, every dirty thought in your head until Day 30.” Lara: “Then keep going… I’m yours for the next 21 days.” Kai: “Good girl. Get some rest. Tomorrow we’re doing video call. I need to watch you cum on camera.” Lara: “I can’t wait…” By the time they hung up, Lara was exhausted, satisfied, and completely addicted.

"Excellent endurance," Marcus noted, making notes on his tablet while Naomi lay gasping on the bed. "Subject achieved fourteen orgasms over four hours. Minimal use of safeword protocol. Tomorrow we increase intensity." *** Day two began with David entering her suite at 6 AM. "Oral capacity testing," he announced. "On your knees." Naomi, still exhausted from the night before, obeyed. David's cock was already out....similar size to Marcus's, thick and demanding.

Chapter 46: "Troubled Hearts," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 21 - 2027 ║ ║ Sunday║ (D - 5) Before the Commencement of Olympia's Cup║ It had been weeks since the training for the sinister Olympia's Cup started. And those weeks turned to days were all filled with grueling physical challenges and exhausting mental tests, pushing each of us to our limits.

Tyson reminded. “Come on, you can’t give up an opportunity like this for mindblowing sex”! Chance mumbled, while teasing Dr. Tyson in the same process. “Besides, we won’t be having less sex, we will be having the same sex, just less frequently.” Dr. Tyson could feel Chance smirking on the other end. “We have like twenty one days left.” “Twenty.” Dr. Tyson corrected. “No, it’s twenty one.” Chance retorted. “Why do you think it’s twenty”?

“On one condition.” Cara turned back slowly, her heart pounding in her throat. “A… a condition?” Martin turned around, his tall frame cutting a terrifying silhouette against the floor-to-ceiling windows. His dark eyes locked onto hers with unrelenting force. “How long does your ovulation last?” he asked sharply. Cara blinked, caught off guard. “What?” “How long, Cara?” “F–five to seven days,” she stammered, her voice barely a breath. “Between the high and low windows.”

Twelve days. The number no longer felt like a gap. It felt like a deliberate tightening of the mechanism that had already rewritten my baseline. Sebastian updated the calendar without commentary. Primary Reinforcement Period – Twelve Days. The large rotations had become the visible peaks. The days between were where the real work happened: keeping me soft, open, leaking, and psychologically aligned with the climbing numbers so that ninety would arrive as continuation rather than shock. I woke each morning to the same condition. The dull, deep throb between my legs.

Again. *There:* Cell 14. James counts. Day 5,121. `One down. 4,192 to go.` One side: bleeding, but standing. Other side: watching for the next crack.

After so long without relief, it felt amazing having a huge cock ready to fuck my brains out whenever I wanted, and though I was trying to get pregnant it felt more and more like I was just wanted to get fucked by my father. After a week and a half of this routine, we were asked to take a day trip with the Don to spend time with him before he had to leave for a month for business. Unfortunately, this was one of the days I was ovulating, and we would be busy all day, leaving almost no chances for us to try and conceive. I got dressed in a thin, flowing sun dress and skipped the bra and panties, realizing we were just traveling to a vineyard of Aldo's.

“All done. Now, I recommend that you two have sex every week, particularly during your ovulation. I know it’s hard, but don’t put pressure on it. I find that when there is pressure, the likelihood of conception decreases.” “Every week?!” I can’t help but blurt. “That’s pressure, right? I don’t think the Second Prince will be able to keep up with that type of schedule.” I can feel the heat from Ansel leer, and I fold my lips. “Are you saying that I’m unable to perform?” he asks, angrily.