Erotic Impregnation 소설 & 이야기

Damien stood behind me like this dark, imposing, sexy fucking beast. “Grab the edge, sweetheart. Hold on tight. Uncle’s going to give you what you want. I’m going to fill this tight, little snatch up and pump you full of my seed.” I whimpered, but I wasn’t sure if the sound was one of terror or longing. Maybe both. My heart was about to burst from my chest, but I did what he said, even knowing I was for sure going to hell for this. I gripped the edge of the island, curling my fingers around the cold granite.

"When I got inside and saw it was Yvonne, I understood. She was the one who sent for me. Now that things have come to this, we're already husband and wife. I'm willing to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her." Yvonne screamed. "I never sent for you. I'm not marrying you! I'm meant to marry into a good family. I would never marry someone like you." But her body was covered in red and purple marks, ambiguous bruises scattered across her skin. She had already been intimate with Samuel and had been caught in the act in front of everyone.

I said in a hesitant and accusatory tone. “I did,” he nodded his head in affirmation with a dangerous glint in his eyes. I swallowed. “Why? I thought you want me to be your wife.” He was deep in thought for a moment. Perhaps, weighing if he should tell me it not. “It's called erotic asphyxiation.” he finally said after a minute. “What?!” I choked out, brows furrowed in confusion. “It helps highlighted your org*sm.” he said simply like what he did to me was a day-to-day occurrence.

He remained atop and inside me for some time before rolling off me and stretching his long, lean body in a way that allowed his nakedness to connect with mine. “I left my seed deep within you. Let us hope, my lovely queen,” he said with satisfaction. I scrambled to sit up as I stuttered, “I was… told that it was rare for vampires to impregnate vampires.” “Indeed it is,” he replied as he took his manhood in his hand and began stroking it with gentle determination. “It is rare, but not impossible. Did you know that vampires can impregnate newly made vampires who still have a bit of humanness in them much easier than vampires can impregnate vampires?” he whispered as his strokes grew more rigo

“Watch the people Merina. Look at how close they are. Just look up and witness me with my wife. Maybe even now impregnating you.” Conner’s cock felt huge as it entered her from behind. He thrust up into her, and each time her heels left the floor. That big crown felt like it hit deep with her. She felt like he entered her womb like an invader, and her desire demanded nothing but for his liquid satisfaction to fill her very depths. She felt her core vibrate, teasing her with her impending completion. Merina felt the twisting anticipation in her entire body build to an almost painful level. Then it hit, and she soared on the height of her completion. Her eyes closed so she could savor his effo

“Hacked your phone. Cameras in your apartment. Trackers in your car. I knew every time you fingered that tight pussy thinking about me. Every time you almost quit but came back because you liked how I looked at you.” Clara’s stomach twisted. “You’re sick…” “Yeah. And you’re going to take every inch of this sick man’s cock until your womb is full.” He shoved three fingers into her without warning, stirring the leftover cum from last night. “Today I’m breeding you. Going to pump so much seed into this cunt you’ll be leaking for days. And you’re going to beg for it.”

At the same time, it would trigger the release of viable sperm. Once that happened, I would immediately administer medication to the woman to ensure conception. The Revival Worm was my family’s secret technique, created specifically for the dead. I had already succeeded twenty-six times in a row. Even when acting as a substitute bride, without personally going through with the final step myself, I could still guarantee success using only the Revival Worm and the collection tube. So why had the worms fled the moment they approached Blake? Unless, he wasn’t actually dead. I immediately pressed my hand against Blake’s chest again.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Public/Car Sex, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfolding), Primal Play, Overstimulation, Graphic Sexual Content. I didn't wait long. By noon, I was at her apartment door, my knuckles rapping a steady, "concerned" rhythm against the wood. My inner beast was pacing, his claws scratching at the back of my ribs. The scent coming from under the door was intoxicating-it was the smell of a female in peak estrus, a pheromonal explosion triggered by the supernatural seed I'd pumped into her hours ago.

“Same sex?!” Another high-profile influencer cried out in surprise, “You mean, he’s a woman?!” “That’s impossible! Absolutely impossible!” Sally teared up as she looked at Maria and pointed at me. “Chris, it has to be you! You must have bribed her! You refuse to take responsibility for our baby! You don’t want to marry me! You’d rather change your sex just to stage something like this! How could you be so heartless?!” I wore a cold smirk as I watched her accuse me hysterically.

Voss nodded, slow, and grave. “That’s the heat phase. Triggered prematurely by the pup’s needs. Your body is mimicking a werewolf mating cycle, craving the sire’s pheromones, his seed, his dominance to satisfy the fetus and stimulate growth. It’s not lust in the human sense. It's a biological imperative. The pup is literally reprogramming you to seek him out.” I let out a short, bitter, broken laugh “So I’m not a cheating whore. I’m just… a walking incubator with no control.”