Novel & Cerita Impregnate Me

ssy. All for the cause. You take your c*ck in one hand and the back of my knee in the other. You run the tip all along my slit, getting it nice and wet. But there's no need. I'm dripping so much, I can feel it run down my leg. "Do it now," I whisper, practically begging. "Give me your baby." I look down and watch as inch by inch your c*ck disappears inside of me, until it is gone, and I feel you against my cervix. You pull out, and then slide in again. I grip your shoulders and wrap my legs around you, holding you inside of me. "Fuck me, darling," I cry, "Fuck me until I'm full of your seed. I want to make us a baby, and I want you to drink me." You pull out of me, despite my protests, and s

I felt the emptiness immediately and hated it. He cleaned us both up with quiet efficiency—wipes from his bag, careful hands. When I was dressed again he kissed me once, slow and deep, tasting like shared breath and something darker. “Same time next week,” he said. “And Eli?” “Yeah?” “Don’t touch yourself between now and then. I want you desperate.” The command landed low in my gut and stayed there. I walked out of the library that night with his come still warm in the condom he’d discarded, my hole pleasantly sore, and the absolute certainty that I was already addicted. Thursday couldn’t come fast enough.

I went limp, hanging against the wall, held up only by the crushing pressure of his body. Finally, with a guttural roar that shook his chest against mine, he stiffened. His grip on my hips bruised bone. He poured his seed into me—not a gift of life, but a branding, a foul claim meant to wash away any lingering trace of Mace’s scent from my insides.

My Depraved AI (1) I stared at the sleek black crate in the middle of my living room, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement. After months of coding in isolation, I had finally done it. I have acquired the forbidden firmware patch and installed the illegal sentient core into my new hyper-realistic companion. There would be no more lonely nights spent tweaking algorithms or craving touch that never came. Tonight, he will wake up for me.

Sweet Jesus , for such a miniature thing it could really jolt my entire body in a second . “ You are lucky its range is small and restricted “ said Jacob slowly increasing the intensity of both the clamps and the vibrator “ or else I would have made you wear on your every debate session but anyway -“ smiling faintly he pecked me on my lips before walking out “ you better get ready princess , we have a date to finish “

Happy just watched me wallow in regret. "You must have inhaled the incense. That's the best explanation for what you're going through." He said tapping his chin. I turned to face him. What was he talking about? "What incense?" I asked. He waved at the air and that was when I noticed a barely visible fume. "It has no scent. What it does is that it drives your sexual desires into overdrive." His words rang inside my ears and echoed in my head. I remembered how I had woken up with bigger breasts and an uncontrollable desire to fuck anything I could get my hands on.

And he took it. He slammed back into me—ruthlessly, like he was claiming territory that already had his name tattooed on it. “Johnny—fuck!” I cried, my fingers clawing at the sheets, searching for sanity. He was massive, thick—stretching me like he wanted to tear me in two, even when I was still trembling from my last orgasm. “Now tell me... you feel that?” he grunted, fisting my hair and yanking my head back. “That’s me inside you, baby. I’m going to fucking impregnate you. You’re mine. You're just fucking mine.”

he whispered, dragging my hips back. He fucked me slow and deep, letting the plug stay inside me. The stretch from his thick cock, the pressure from the plug in me, the complete fullness was overwhelming. “I’m going to brand this into you,” he said against my neck. “So you never forget. Who you are. What you are.” I whimpered. He leaned down, breath hot. “My. Fucking. Pet.”

Make you mine completely. My heart pounded, a mix of nerves and excitement flooding me. The marking it was the final seal on our mate bond, a bite that would link our souls forever. As a virgin just hours ago, everything felt so new, so intense. But after he'd fucked me senseless, stretching my pussy and filling me with his cum, I craved that connection more than anything. 'Yes,' I whispered, tilting my head to expose my neck. 'Mark me, Kael. I'm yours.'

Talk about a trail reminiscent of a scratch I looked around, orange sparkle adorned the evening sky. It was clear that a shadow was reflected on the puddle. Until when will I be trapped in the maze of the past? Really, I want to forget, the man who in the past year created a beautiful memory point. Usually, this rainy exhausted. Brother Daffa series called me said, "Believe me dear 99,9 % rain is not water, but the taste I miss you."