“How does it feel?” asked Bonnie.
“Perfect,” she said, “you feel delicious.”
He reached up and began to fondle her tits, working her nipples, and thereby guiding her into an experimental bounce on his cock.
“Look at me splitting you,” he said, dropping a hand to where her pussy opened around his cock.
Molly sat back so she could see where they were joined in the faint candlelight.
“You’re inside of me,” she said with wonder.
“That’s not all that’s going to be inside of you,” he said. “I’m going to deliver a load of my seed straight to your womb and you’re going to swell with my child.”
Molly dropped harder on his cock and her breasts bounced with the effort.
“I don’t give a fuck if you need a baby from your dead husband, we both know that I’m the one breeding you, making your belly swell, and your breasts fill with milk.”
“Bonnie, please,” she groaned, grabbing his hand and directing it to her clitoris.
“You think you’re going to get one baby out of me and the balance sheet will be clear, but I plan to be a menace to you,” he said. “Checking in on my child, drinking milk from his mother’stits, and getting more babies on you. You’re going to stay bred by my cock, which you happen to love.”
“Bonnie, Bonnie, yes, keep—”
“That’s right, that’s what you’ll be saying every night as I plant another baby in you. I’ll keep you swollen from the lips of your mouth to the lips of your cunt,” he said while thrusting up into her with ruthless efficiency.
“Oh—”
“And I don’t give a fuck what it takes to get this baby on you,” he said. “I’ll do anything to make sure you fall pregnant with my child, even if it means bringing in another man to get the job done.”
At this confession of desperation nearing her own, Molly broke apart on his cock, requiring his strong arms to stay upright and impaled on his shaft.
“You’re under my protection now,” said Bonnie, turning them over and pulling her legs around his lean hips.
She nodded, as aftershocks of her orgasm sent her contracting around him again while he picked up the thrusts.
“Are you ready to be bred, Breechess?” he asked.
She nodded yes while she emitted short whines in time with his thrusts.
He leaned in closer, placing a hand on her stomach. “I’m going to flood your womb,” he said. “Your belly will swell with my baby. Say it.”
“Your seed will flood my—” she hiccuped, overwhelmed by the sensual flood, “my womb. My belly is going to swell with your baby.”
“Get ready,” he said, his face turning grim as he drove in and began emptying himself in Molly.
“Oh, I can feel it, it’s so wet,” she murmured.
“Fuck,” he said, feeling himself thrust through the combined fluids of their release. He placed a hand on Molly’s breast and felt the second wave of seed erupt.
“Oh,” said Molly, unsure of how to conduct a conversation following an attempted insemination.
“I’m going to,” Bonnie swallowed, thrusting shallowly, “just stay inside for a moment.”
Molly nodded, his logic making sense. “If you get tired of being inside, I can always lie on a pillow. To keep everything in,” she said.
“Well,” he said, searching for the right words, “it seems best for the process to maintain the seal. We wouldn’t want to upset your humors by allowing air to touch the seed, it might not take then.”
She made a motion of agreement.
