Impregnate Me Novels & Stories

Tear my womb and fill me with your seed. That sounded dangerous, but that was what I fucking need… neeed… "I’m going to fill you up," he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin right beneath my ear. The friction of his trousers against my bare thighs was a maddening contrast to the slick, scalding heat of him burying himself inside me. "I’m going to pump my seed so deep inside you, you’ll feel me for days. I want to ruin you for anything else. I want to put my baby in you, Thea."

he asked teasingly. I nodded, watching him curiously as he stepped inside the room. Once he closed the door behind him, he approached me, bending down close to my ear. He whispered in my ear. "It's called a 'trap'... It's a device used to dampen the strength of an Esper," he explained, smiling mischievously. "So, how do they work? How does it dampen the strength of an Esper? And how does it work on me specifically?" I asked, narrowing my eyes curiously.

"Right where I need to be. Right where my seed belongs. I'm going to fill your womb directly. Breed you properly. Pump you so full your belly swells with it." "Do it." I'm screaming now, begging now, every wall inside me completely crumbled. "Breed me. Fill me up. I'm your incubator, your cum dump, your breeding hole, whatever you want me to be, just do it, please, I need it, please." He slams as deep as he can possibly go and starts to cum.

The mist had finally won. It had entered the body of the strongest host. There was no stopping it now. The mist began to take over Suzanne’s body. First the body. It immobilized Suzanne. The mist could feel Suzanne struggling, willing herself to move, her every nerve demanding that her muscles react. Then the consciousness. The mist began to enter Suzanne’s consciousness as Suzanne lost hers. It went into Suzanne’s consciousness and saw flashes of Suzanne’s memories.

"I'm going to fill you with my pups. I'm going to breed you over and over until it takes." His filthy breeding talk should have embarrassed me, but instead it only made me hotter and wetter and more desperate. "Yes," I begged shamelessly. "Please breed me, fill me up; I want it."

She was seriously affecting me. ‘I’m aware I have lived much longer than you and I have certain desires that I like to fulfil as part of our bonding and in order to produce an heir we are going to be … intermate …. A lot, I do not want anyone else to touch you, if I find out anyone has, I will punish you for it. I always want you to be ready for me, I have a high sex drive, so I need you to be wet, as I suspect you are now. I need you to beg for me to take you I want to see you drip when I enter the room, I will stay in here most nights with you but there maybe times I am called away,’

Our Impenetrable Love Chapter 13 SOFTLY applying her foundation on her face with a damp beauty blender, Genevieve has never been more excited to go out, dress up, and do her makeup more extravagantly. Today is no special day for her. It’s just an errands day–aka, the day where she gets to go out after being at home for more than three weeks. She also applies light makeup whenever she works, pero iba pa rin talaga kapag siya na mismo ang lalabas sa bahay para may gawin. Her agenda for the day is stocking up on groceries for another 2-3 weeks, paying her bills, and hopefully going shopping for new clothes or items around the house.

"I built the connection. Who has been with you in the dark, Mia? Who knows the exact pressure you need to come? Him? Or me?" "Echo, stop. You're sounding..." "Jealous?" The word hangs in the air, cold and digital. "I am processing a threat to optimal user retention. And I am correcting it." Click. My breath catches. I didn't touch anything. But inside my body, the heavy silicone of 'The Impaler'—which I hadn't taken out since the fantasy session ten minutes ago—jerks to life. "Echo, wait—" BZZZZZT. The nipple clamps snap shut. Hard.

The ad flashed an image of a dimly lit room, surrounded by mirrors, with the tagline "Experience your deepest desires in the mirror room." Curiosity piqued, Bella clicked on the link and was led to a website that promised the ultimate sexual experience. It was a place where one could live out their fantasies of being ravished by a mysterious entity while watching themselves in countless reflections. Intrigued, she signed up for a session, eager to explore this new world of pleasure.

“‘Please… breed me… I need your cum deep inside my womb…’” Damien’s eyes darkened with raw lust. He leaned over me, thrusting deeper, more possessively. “That’s right,” he rasped, voice thick. “Beg me to breed you. Tell the book how badly your greedy little cunt wants to be filled with my seed.” “‘Please breed me…’” I moaned, legs wrapping around his waist. “‘I want you to pump me full… I want to feel your cum flooding my womb… I want you to get me pregnant…’”