Impregnating Her Novels & Stories

She stills for second, and her breath audibly catches, then she relaxes and pats her face dry. Her already familiar scent changes, a musky undertone signifies her growing arousal and she looks at herself in the mirror like a deer caught in the headlights. I can sense her inner battle and I take the opportunity to to show her what we could have. Just a taste of what the mate bond could give us both.

The mixture of pleasure and intensity seemed to drive her wild, and I could feel her reaching the edge of ecstasy with each passing second. The more I lavished attention on her, the wetter her slit became, glistening with tantalizing moisture. She was incredibly aroused, and the sight she presented was simply irresistible. Every few seconds, I found myself unable to resist the temptation, lowering my head to lick at her entrance. Yet, no matter how much I did, I couldn't quench my thirst for her. It was as if she had cast a spell on me, making me crave her like a drug—utterly addictive.

Her body swayed slightly, and I tightened my hold on her again so she wouldn’t fall. That was when she glanced down to her hips, and saw the wounds closing up. Instead of feeding from her, I had infused the healing pheromones inside her instead. She looked up at my face in confusion “You're not drinking from me?” She asked. “I'm not mad enough to drink from an unstable wounded petite little woman, you'll loose consciousness faster than your breath”

he murmured, a faint smile gracing his lips as he allowed his thoughts to wander. Since that magical night, she had infiltrated every corner of his mind—her velvety skin, cascading hair, and intoxicating scent etched deeply into his consciousness. Even in her absence, he could still sense the lingering essence of her sweetness, an unfamiliar sensation that had enraptured him like never before.

“Hmph…” She rolled her eyes off, closing them with an inhale to mentally prepare herself for it. “Make sure to not imprint any permanent scar. I don’t want to ruin this beautiful skin.” I enunciated, taking a step forward, contemplating her desirable body. “Yet.” I added, smirking darkly. Disgusted at my enunciation, she hissed, not opening her eyes, gritting her teeth to be prepared for any pain. “Do it. I don’t care.” She hissed, taking rapid breaths.

I see it like a glowing ember ready to burn me to ruin. There’s a faint scar that runs along one full side of her jawline, partially hidden beneath a damp chunk of hair, an old mark she doesn’t seem to notice or hide, but it’s telling. She’s been through battles, some of them no doubt harder than she would ever let on. And the scent she carries, it’s not just rain. There’s a warmth there, a mix of spice and something uniquely hers that slips into my senses like an unspoken promise, igniting a pull I have never felt before.

she tensed immediately “I have you be sure you can handle what I like” I told her I liked it a certain way and I wouldn’t ever forgive myself if I broke her in the process. But I also wanted to ruin her, to ruin all her notions of sweet nothings, to show her the beast behind the machine and to engrave myself into her so deep, that no one else would be able to doubt for a second that she’s mine. “I do” she said not an ounce of surprise in her tone

Memories cracking under the conditioning. I stroked her hair, my cock already stirring for the next session. The real work was just beginning. She was mine to reshape completely. My perfect, broken toy in the making.

I felt like bowing to worship the very ground she stood on, not being worthy to stand in her presence. “Thank you… I feel like an imposter though..” she smiled wanly at me, her shoulders sinking a little. “Don’t say that, love.. You’re you, that is it. Nothing has changed about you, just the way people perceive you.” I went up to her and pulled her into a gentle hug, feeling like if I squeezed her, I might brake her beautiful body. “I just want to finish this and disappear for a few weeks, that’s it.” She sniffled a little, obviously trying not to cry and ruin her makeup.

Grinning at ourselves in the sink mirrors I push her into the glass wall again and start stroking into her sloppy pussy squeezing out the cumload already filling her. I fuck her passionately filling her a third time with loud moans and a smaller orgasm for her. I whisper, "Do you want to be bred by your own son Maddie? Do you want a bun in your oven from our incestuous couplings?" She moans and her knees weaken a little. She smiles but never really answers.