“Do you want to carry my baby? Have my seed planted deep inside of you?”
I moan, already feeling my pussy fluttering. “More than anything.”
“Open up, Ada. Your yeti is going into rut,” he snarls. He knows how much I love when he turns primal.
I spread my legs, feeling the wetness of my pussy hit the air. He pushes his face into it and licks a stripe up my slit. “You are fertile, good girl. Ready to be filled with my baby.” He lifts from me, a frenzied expression on his face. “Get on your knees.”
Obediently flipping over, I look back at him from behind my shoulder and shake my backside to entice him. A large hand grabs my hip, the filed claws digging in with dull points, a little bite in my skin but not painful. Just enough of a grip to make me feel his total possession of me.
With his other hand, Norrell scoops up the string of pre-come leaking onto the sheets and rubs it along his cock. “Nothing is going to waste. Every drop of my seed will be in your pussy tonight.” I’m about to lean back into him when he finally thrusts inside me, fast and deep. “Earn your seed, good girl. Squeeze it out of me.”
His hips pump sharply into me. I try to meet him thrust for thrust, but the striations of those thick, bulging veins on his cock scrape so pleasurably inside me, and I’m having a hard time keeping up. His chest rumbles as I lose speed, and he hooks hisarms under my shoulders and lifts me upright. The thick pelt on his chest and legs chafe deliciously against my bare skin, reminding me of his wildness and virility. One hand plucks at a nipple, the other circles my clit. I look down and watch his swollen cock, shining with our juices, pump in and out of me. His massive fuzzy testicles swing upward with each thrust. The sight of him breeding me is enough to push my orgasm over the edge. I close my eyes as the sensation takes hold, a flash of white behind my eyelids. “Give me your baby, Norrell. Breed your good girl,” I wail.
As the words leave my mouth, he roars through his release, grabbing my hips again and forcing himself deep, shooting ropes of hot come right into the mouth of my womb. “Drink it in deep, my ember,” he rasps, winded. “Soak in it until I fill you again.”
He moves us backward, so he rests on his heels and I’m sitting on his lap. He keeps his still-hard cock inside me, plugging me up. One hand travels slowly over my waist, spreading his fingers across my stomach, as if his seed is taking hold this very moment, and then he slides it lower to my clit.
“My seed will be planted in your belly by the time I am done with you. My cock is not leaving your body until you are bred.” He massages my clit as he whispers hoarsely into my ear. “How many loads will your pussy squeeze out of me tonight? How much of my seed will it hold until we are too exhausted to move?’
“All that you can give me,” I keen, feeling the wind up of another orgasm as he pinches my nipple and runs a smooth tusk along my neck.
“My seed belongs to you, Ada. I will breed you as many times as you want.” I want this second baby with him. Maybe another after that. “Come on my cock, good girl. Ready me so I can bathe your womb again.”
And I do, many more times throughout the night. I lose count of my orgasms—his, too. And he keeps his promise to never pullout. His come leaks out of me, oozing onto both of us, despite his best effort. But he seems to take it as a challenge, though there’s no doubt much of it stays inside me. We don’t stop until the sky brightens the room, both of us sweaty, sticky messes, collapsing together onto our bed.
One morning, a few weeks later, I feel a little green around the gills soon after I wake up. When I tell Norrell, he grins from ear to ear, knowing exactly what that likely means. The smile doesn’t leave his face the entire drive to the healers clinic. Unsurprisingly, my pregnancy test is positive. All that breeding talk we love certainly works like a charm.
