Deflowered
November 2008
Rose eagerly bit her lip in anticipation, watching the lust grow in her admirers’ eyes. All five of the pale, muscled men watched each of her movements as she sat on the large bed, positively itching to sink their teeth, tongues, and cocks into her and her waiting holes. The strong unfiltered smell of her heat was enough to have them and their dulled human senses attuned to her and her alone. Her cunny dribbled a bit of slick at the thought, wetting the crotch of her underwear in a way that had the closest suitor moaning as he watched the lewd stain spread.
Music pumped into the room from large speakers, making her feel ten times sexier than she already felt. She almost wanted to stand up and give them all a little show, perhaps a few gymnastics poses and maybe a lap dance, but she was much too eager to get started.
She looked at each male again, gazing into their blue, green, and brown eyes and delighting in their tousled red, brown, and black locks. A couple of them were at least ten to fifteen older than her, which she hadn’t expected, but found that she didn’t mind. When she’d originally placed the ad on the stripper club’s “Anonymous Sex Board,” she wasn’t sure who would show up at the time she’d listed.
One was tall and lanky, another was shorter and bulkier. One was covered in complex tattoos, even looking a bit like her sister’s mate, Mordred. Another sported a full graying beard along with chiseled muscles and stern blue eyes that had her wondering if she might have a hidden Electra complex she never knew about. Lastly, the other man had what she decided was the kindest, most lovable smile she’d seen in a long while. She knew he would be gentle with her, and the comforting air he held within his green eyes all but promised chivalry. All in all, she was happy with the turnout, and she could tell they were even more excited than her.
She brought him forward with a crooked finger, leaning back a bit as he stepped right up to the open spot between her thighs. His hands settled on either side of her seated bum, effectively boxing her in. He panted, his hot breaths tickling the tiny bit of exposed cleavage visible underneath her skimpy mockery of a school uniform.
Rose bit her lip again and wiggled her hips, delighting in the obvious hardness she found hiding beneath his pants. She looked into the eyes of the man who she deemed worthy of taking her virginity, and kissed him deeply. He moaned, bringing his arms up to curl around her and lay her back on the bed. Between gentle dry humping and mouth-watering kisses, Rose could tell her first mate might just lose himself prematurely if she doesn’t do anything.
“Wait,” she bid, pushing at the man and moving until he was sitting on the bed and she sat atop him, legs akimbo as they straddled his thighs. Rose whined, pressing her weeping cunny into her new lover’s bulge, “Please,” she moaned, looking to the other four men, “I want to feel all of you…” she rasped shyly.
Leering at her eager submissiveness, they shook their pants and underwear off with little fanfare, proudly displaying long and thick dripping cocks leaking white pre all over the dark floor. Rose moaned at the sight, seeing her ultimate goal nearly within her grasp, or more specifically, her womb. Her channel clenched, letting out another dribble of slick. The man beneath her stiffened, grabbing her hips and lifting her to see the quarter-sized stain growing on his light blue boxers.
Rose gasped, completely embarrassed as she nuzzled the man’s sweaty neck like she could forget about it by simply not looking. He chuckled, tugging indulgently on one of her chestnut curls.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, sweetheart… I know there’ll be more where that came from,” he winked cheekily and she blushed, feeling her youth and inexperience in that moment more than she had yet.
The tall man nodded, coming closer in all his naked glory and tugging impatiently at her shirt until it caught in her arms. Meanwhile, the shorter man made quick work of her lacy bra, yanking it off and throwing it on the floor behind him. Topless, Rose resisted the urge to cover her soft and plump breasts. Now that she was in heat, her love-milk had come in that morning, entirely prepared to be part of the honeypot that fully ensnared the studs she’d lured in with her ad and scent.
Boldly, the tattooed man pushed her panties to the side and probed her tight heat with a soft finger pad. She jumped like a spooked horse, holding tightly to the kind man while he whispered reassurances and pressed kisses into her neck.
“P-please be gentle with me,” Rose pouted, eyes watering with crocodile tears, when the other men snickered quietly, “It’s my first time…”
That shut them up real quick, all five of them looking at her with expanded pupils and beginning to crowd her. Hands found her skin even quicker, rough and smooth hands alike roving across her belly and back. Fingers twisted, plucked, rubbed, and pulled on her nipples, becoming slick with her nearly-clear, pheromone-filled milk. Those fingers found mouths, sucking and slurping the liquid off before going back for seconds and thirds.
Soon enough, mouths were sampling her milk from its source, becoming drunk and lustful within moments. The kind man had begun nipping at her neck, rolling his hips into her puffy clit enough to have her inching closer to orgasm.
“You’re so beautiful,” the tall one moaned, his cock rubbing wetly against her exposed thigh.
“I’ll bet you’re enjoying this, filthy little slut…” the shorter man taunted, squeezing her arse between two rough palms.
“We could get at least three of us in you at once, and maybe you could jerk the other two of us off, hmm?” the tattooed man prompted, dipping further and further into her squelching channel with one finger, then two, then three. Rose moaned at the constant stimulation.
“Oh, that does sound nice,” the kind man nodded against her breast, tonguing at her left nipple and suckling as though he were an infant. Rose unconsciously held his head, encouragingly rubbing along his cheek.
The older man tilted her head to the side and pressed a kiss to her lips, and she delighted in the feeling of his beard scratching along her face. After a moment, she guided his head to her other nipple and watched him latch on with an eagerness she couldn’t fully understand.
“Put a baby in me,” she pleaded to no one in particular and the five men detached from their current tasks in favor of reaching toward the shelf of sex toys and supplies. They gathered some rope, approaching her quickly and tying her wrists and ankles together, enough that she couldn’t escape from her position. Smiling promisingly, the tattooed man came from behind her and tied a black blindfold around her eyes, effectively blinding her from seeing who was around her.
“What’s your safe-word, lass?” the older man reminded her with a gentle squeeze of her thigh.
“Balloon…” Rose bit her lip quietly, remembering that this was all part of what she’d written down on her ad, what she wanted: More than four men, muscled, taller than 5’6”, willing to bind, blindfold, and indulge a young woman in a safe-sex breeding kink. She may have lied about the safe-sex aspect of their time today, but it’s not like she’d run into the potential fathers of her children ever again.
“Are you on the pill or something?” a husky voice voiced to her left, followed by the sound of something shaking.
Rose perked her head up, nodding, “Yes, and I’d rather you didn’t use the condoms. I want to be able to feel every drop…” she blushed, trailing off awkwardly. Thankfully, it seemed as though none of the five men were turned off by her words.
“Oh you will, girlie. There’s no question about that,” another one of her studs voiced, licking the shell of her ear and nipping at the cartilage.
“The real question is ‘Who do you want first?’” the kind man voiced in front of her, squeezing her hips promisingly.
“You,” Rose replied instantly, pressing a kiss to what she thought were his lips, but was actually his cheek. All five snickered at her blindness, making her blush harder, “I’m sorry… I don’t know any of your names, and we agreed to keep this anonymous and all…”
“Do you want to? Know our names?” another voice, the tall man, her mind supplied.
“Let’s try it like this first… You all are different enough that I can use your ‘defining traits,’ as they are… I-I want to be prepped down there before we do anything, maybe some licking, fingering… and maybe a dildo…”
“Of course, whatever milady wishes…” the shorter man snickered.
“Good,” Rose moaned upon feeling what must’ve been all ten hands on her at once. Two cupped her breasts, two spread her thighs, two lifted her up by her hips and spread her tied form wide open, two slid her underwear off, while the other two quickly undid and redid her restraints. She squealed at the sudden movement, twitching a bit as she came to understand her new position. Now, instead of facing her first chosen stud, she was sitting on his lap facing outwards, likely facing the other men. He held her steady, careful not to strain her arms.
“Oh, this won’t work… Here, bring her down here,” the tattooed man demanded, and Rose made a questioning sound as she was moved again. Now, she was on her hands and knees on the cold, dark-tiled floor, facing the kind man once again. There was some shuffling both in front of and behind her as clothing shifted or moved, and then the sound of someone sitting down on the bed.
A hand weaved through her riotous curls and grabbed a chunk of them before gently coercing her forward, and she was forced to crawl about a foot until her nose bumped against something that smelled delicious. The smell became stronger and then something warm and wet and solid touched her lips. It tasted of timber and musk and the salty ocean breeze. She gave what she now knew to be her stud’s cock a tentative kitten lick, and two things happened simultaneously: he gripped her hair even tighter, and he groaned. Rose would’ve done anything to hear such a sound again.
Wetness leaked from her own genitals, dripping quietly on the floor in nearly-clear rivulets. The cool air in the room blew through subtly, but it was enough to make her feel cold. So, she shook her arse back and forth to get someone’s attention.
“Ah, we see you, slut,” one of the men gently slapped her swaying arse, making her yelp, “Are you in heat or something? Is that why you want a baby so badly?”
Rose moaned at the utter truth of it all, sucking on the cockhead in front of her. Something soft rubbed against her calves, a pillow, followed by something a bit rougher, hair. Hot breath warmed her cunt and lips pressed a lingering kiss to her clit, making her jump a bit. Hands grabbed and held her still, ensuring that she understood that they were in control and not her.
“Oh, you’re not kidding…” the man beneath her piped up, continuing to lick and lap at her leaking snatch, “She’s so goddamn wet, I think her ass will be the only thing we need to prep.”
“That so?” the tattooed man chuckled, “Does becoming a mommy turn you on, hmm?”
“Y-yes…” Rose detached from the kind man’s cock, moaning when it slapped wetly against her cheek and stained it with a small splatter of white pre.
“How old are you anyway? I’m not sure if I can pretend to knock up a high-schooler or some shit…” someone else voiced and Rose frowned.
“I’m eighteen, nineteen in a few weeks…” A few of the men moaned at that.
“It’s legal… but feels… so goddamn sinful…” One groaned eagerly, squeezing her arse.
“I’m gonna cum so hard when I get inside you…” Another chuckled, gently jerking himself off a bit to ease some of the tension.
“Your mouth feels like heaven, sweetheart…”
“Yeah, you’re so hot, and that perfume… You smell so good…”
“I can taste it,” the man underneath her goaded, “I wonder if her ass is as good as her pussy…”
“I’m gonna find out,” the other man crouched behind her, diving in with eager lips and tongue. Her arse was penetrated quickly, the wet and slimy sensation of a longer human tongue slipping in and out and twisting inside her. The other teeth, lips and tongue nipped at her clit and sucked harshly, creating a vibing sensation.
Rose cried out at the dual sensations happening to her lower region, but was quickly pulled back onto the cock she was licking. It went much further into her throat that time, but she didn’t feel the urge to gag as she’d been told she would. Instead, she rhythmically sucked it off, being periodically rewarded with salty pre as it trickled down her throat.
The four of them built up a rhythm, mostly with her upper half moving back and forth while her lower half was moved up and down. Then, when she was not expecting it, two hands grabbed her breasts and held her up, guiding her hands to the other men’s two cocks. They were slick with lube, and as such, slipped through her surprised fingers right away. Luckily, her hands quickly found them again.
“We were feeling a bit left out. I hope you don’t mind,” a voice joked beside her.
Rose moaned, continuing to let these five men have their way with her. Honestly, it felt more amazing than she’d previously imagined. In a primal sort of way, she’d been craving it for a long time, and it almost felt like she’d been courted by them, like they were devoted to breeding her with the utmost care and importance. All of them were handsome and strong-looking. They would make beautiful babies together. She hoped for a litter, but maybe a smaller one like Penelope’s or Tom’s. Soon her patience and envious feelings would pay off.
★★★
Pennywise, or rather, Bill, resisted the urge to growl upon seeing exactly where his eldest pup had slipped off to. He’d scented her approaching heat and had been so caught up in his own clutch’s impending birth that he hadn’t caught it until she’d already left the house. She’d been gone a while, so he’d used her obvious scent to track her down. The fact that it smelled so blatant and flashy made him uneasy. It was like she’d been advertising it. Not my little bug...
Now, standing in the doorway and seeing his pup for the beautiful female she actually was, he saw that there was still much of him in her, things that simply weren’t human. Her urge to breed was not unlike that of her other submissive, more eldritch, siblings, and he’d thought Hermione’s genes had won out over his in that respect, but they’d only disguised the primal urges underneath. Her scent had lured in this group of males, and if he didn’t intervene, his pup would end up with a belly full of inferior human seed that would flower into weak quarter-eldritch weeds that would likely have no control over any instincts they might inherit. That, and she could very well bear multiples, which she wouldn’t be able to handle alone.
He stepped forward, closing the door behind him. None of the men noticed his entrance or approach, all five too enraptured by his daughter’s body to do anything about it. A part of him wondered if she would even eat them after they’d served their purpose, or if she would have chosen one or two and kept them as brainwashed sex slaves or nannies. The word “mates” was too proper for such a situation. It didn’t matter, he supposed. She wouldn’t get the chance to do either.
He grabbed one of the men receiving a handjob and yanked him up by his nape, digging his teeth into the glassy-eyed male’s neck and ripping his throat out. Blood splattered on the floor as the man silently died. As he’d expected, none of the other men even noticed, but he could see the miniscule twitch of Rose’s nose. Her senses were much duller than his, but he liked to think she could at least pick up the scent of their favored prey. Still, she moaned just a bit louder.
The second man receiving a handjob was next, making little more than a nervous moan as he was choked out and decapitated by an unlocked jaw and a snake-like swallow. His blood dripped onto Rose’s back, making her wonder if it was sweat or precum.
“Ohh~” she tried to moan around the cock in her mouth, but was quickly yanked back onto it for another gag-worthy suck. With her shaking arms free, she now had to support her upper body all on her own. Belatedly, she wondered where the other two men went, but then considered that they might be picking out something special for her where all the toys were waiting to be used. Something warm and wet touched her hand, but she ignored it in favor of grinding her clit into the other man’s face. It dislodged the one at her other hole, but she didn’t care at the moment.
Pennywise smirked, grabbing the man and quietly snapping his neck. Thankfully, the bit of mood music covered it up, its bumping bass echoing in the room enough to even give him a semblance of a headache. Now, there were only two men left, and they’d be a bit difficult to dispose of without Rose noticing. He looked toward the various dildos and vibrators sitting on the table near him and got an idea.
Grabbing a vibrator and a surprisingly-present knotting dildo, he approached the man laying on the floor. Quickly, he slid the dildo into Rose’s sopping wet hole and she moaned loudly around the other male’s cock. The man beneath her merely grunted, continuing his assault on her clit. Pennywise snarled in response to such obliviousness and yanked the man out from underneath his daughter. He tried to make a grab for her ankles, but he was there first, crushing his windpipe and stomping down on both hands before he could even make a sound.
Rumbling satisfiedly, he glided behind Rose and pet her tense flanks, gentling her slowly as he often had to do with her mother. He shamefully scented the air, hoping to get drunk off her scent enough to go through with the rest of his plan to help curb the amount of his descendants being born in such a short period of time.
His hands soon found the globes of her soft round bum, and he gave each a tentative squeeze, immediately enjoying the feel of them. The clown purred eagerly, vanishing his clothing and shifting his appearance into Bill. After all, the illusion would be broken if she accidentally touched his toothy fissure or protective sheathe. Still, he had to grow a few extra arms to keep the illusion of multiple men pleasuring her.
Bill crouched, naked and muscular and returned his two primary hands to Rose’s arse and spread her cheeks until her reddened holes were on display. The ignorant girl wiggled excitedly, pushing back against him in a beckoning gesture. He chuckled quietly, pitching his voice to sound like one of the men lying dead on the floor around them.
A hand moved the dildo in and out of Rose’s cunny, gently picking up its pace and setting an almost cruel rhythm. Another set of fingers found her clit and began plucking and rubbing at it with practiced movements. After a moment, the dildo came out and was immediately inserted into her stretched arse, something that made Rose cry out at. Her whine was high-pitched and yearning, like that of an eldritch female’s. It made his dick twitch.
He chuckled, pressing a sharp nip into Rose’s left buttcheek. She squealed, pushing back against the dildo. Bill smirked, placing the small vibrator on its highest setting, attaching it to her clit, and securing it with her puffy folds. Then, he conjured a set of automatic breast pumps that immediately latched on to her nipples and began draining her of her love-milk. Hermione didn’t make it anymore, now that she was mated, so it felt like a wasted opportunity if he didn’t take anything now. With six hands, he began rubbing and spanking her skin, hoping that she still believed her lovers were still alive. When she immediately began crying out, he knew the secret was safe for now.
Of course, if this became a semi-habitual urge for Rose, he might have more opportunities to pup her again, but then again… he’d never thought about taking a secondary mate, and hiding a mistress seemed deeply wrong, even worse-so when that person was their own daughter. Any child of his that she bore would be cared for, he would make sure of it, but he was unsure about handling Rose moving forward.
An unbidden image entered his mind. Two curly brunettes rubbed their clits together, breasts swayed heavily with milk, dripping onto their heavy bellies, a mother and daughter, both bred by an extra-dimensional being billions of years older than the two of them combined. They reached for him with heavy breaths and soft, wet lips. No! Bill refocused, remembering how Hermione really was, she’d kill Rose, and then destroy him if she ever found out about what was about to occur between them.
From what he’d seen today, Rose would need to be kept under close watch to gauge whether or not she could be trusted with her own genitals. Until her heat passed, however, he would satisfy her urges himself, a task that should have been much harder than it was.
Speaking of which, he took the small canister containing his pup’s milk and threw it back like a shot of hard liquor. The effect set in quickly, and much of his guilt fell away right then and there. His cock hardened, beginning to drip his inhumanly dark pre onto the black tiles. His nose flared, trying to catch as much of her scent as possible. He knew he would have to fight hard against the urge to give her a mating bite in addition to the pup in her womb.
He stood, feeling his supernatural blood flow south. His human-looking cock bobbed heavily, its red and purple head pointing forward at Rose’s head. Bill smirked ferally, stepping forward with a firm hand on his shaft. Phantom hands and torsos ghosted over Rose’s body, making her shiver and whine. The milk pumps were put away, now sitting in a box full of Rose’s things. It was convenient that she was moving out and getting her own place, but perhaps he could convince her to stay somewhere even closer than New York City, especially if she was to bear his pup.
Bill had to bite back a groan at the sight of his daughter’s pert, rosy nipples, and he tried to imagine his likely child and grandchild feeding from them. He kneeled slightly to fondle them, gently milking their pebbled peaks for a moment. A few droplets wet his fingers and he was quick to draw them into his mouth. He pet her head with his other hand, feeling her sweaty curls and breathing in the scent of warm summer peaches as it wafed up to him.
He looked up, remembering the wretch with his filthy, inferior, human cock inside of Rose’s soft mouth. Based on the bliss shining through his deadened expression, he was close to letting loose down her throat, which was absolutely unacceptable to the older eldritch. So, he gathered a bit of his own pre and smeared it across her nose, making it grayer and sending a torrent of virile eldritch pheromones enough to stun her dulled human sense of smell. If she were a full eldritch, she’d have been hissing from the overstimulation.
Still, it was more than enough to get her attention, and he was quick to yank the other man’s hands out of her hair so she could choose to investigate on her own, at least as much as she could. After a moment of struggling in bound limbs, she finally detached from her lover’s reddened and nearly-bleeding member. Bill smirked at her before snapping the other man’s neck and throwing him onto the rug beside the bed. Finally, alone at last…
“Who just touched my nose? It’s so goood…” Rose whined, thrusting her hips back and forth to the dildo’s rhythm, “Oh, oh, oh~”
A dribble of slick left her cunny, dripping erotically on the floor and leaving her channel clenching on nothing, “I’m so ready… I want it, I want your cocks inside me!” Rose demanded, trying to break free of her bonds. Unfortunately for her, she was still pitifully weak in comparison to her father, half-human as she was. Bill tutted at her blatant and childish attitude, amber eyes brightening with lust. He’d never been able to deny her anything.
He gathered her smaller body up in his arms and laid her on her back. Rose grunted at the motion, facing the discomfort of laying on her arms and being forced to keep her legs spread. Still, she whined and writhed like a female in heat. Bill gentled her motions, running his many hands down her naked torso. Crawling onto the bed, he placed his hands on either side of her head and leaned down.
Their lips touched and Rose gasped, giving him the immediate leverage over her. He purred eagerly, slipping his tongue into her mouth to deepen their kiss. His cock fell between her folds, rubbing passively along her clit and making her hips hump into his pelvis. Both groaned, and Bill took control, grabbing Rose’s nape with one hand and lowering his other hand to thumb at her little button. He rubbed the vibrator in circles, pushing and flicking until she sparked like a live wire beneath him.
Bill bit her lip and began sucking on it, now tugging on her hair a bit, much like he did with Hermione. With his fist in her dark chestnut locks, he yanked her head to the side and pressed his lips to her neck, licking and sucking hickeys into her neck. Rose cried out, eager and overwhelmed by the sudden attention to one of her more sensitive areas
“Ohhh~ More~!” the young witch moaned, thrusting her hips and hitting the bollocks that made her. Bill crooned at the feeling, moving his head down and ensnaring a perky nipple between his teeth. She squealed even higher when he bit down on it and tried to suckle for non-existent milk.
The vibrator continued its torturous pace, maintaining the lustful flame burning in her belly. Her hips tried to coach the tip of her father’s cock between her folds, her body lifting and dropping for his amusement. His tip kissed her pussy, tapping and slapping everywhere but over the place she wanted it to be.
Ready to move on, Bill spread Rose’s legs and moved off the bed, leaning on it with his elbows and knees. Her cunt weeped onto the soft sheets, adding to an already large wet spot underneath her. He purred at the sight and smell of such a fertile female, even if that female was his own pup. A muscle spasmed in her inner thigh and he pressed his lips to it. It twitched again and he playfully nipped at it, making her jump.
“Sorry… I’m sensitive. Please keep going…” Rose pleaded, biting her lip in a way that was so similar to Hermione that he had to look at her again.
More fake hands ran along her arms and sides, pinching and plucking at her sore nipples. Bill let the dildo and vibrator continue their tasks and he dug right into Rose’s snatch, pushing his tongue right into her clenching hole and getting a nose full of her fertile scent. If he thought taking a shot of her love-milk was bad, smelling and tasting her sweet cunt was at least ten times more compelling. He groaned, lazily scooping her slick with his tongue and gulping it down like it was sweet ambrosia.
Rose sobbed at the sheer stimulation of it all, threatening to unknowingly cum on her father’s tongue. She rolled her hips into his mouth, depositing more slick onto his waiting tongue.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Ohh~” Rose warned and Bill immediately pulled away, making her sob her unintelligible pleas. As a consolation, he began licking at her folds as if she were a newborn pup. He remembered cleaning her bottom in a similar way with his tongue when she and her siblings couldn’t control her lower body functions, much like a puppy or kitten needing to be coerced into urinating and defecating. It was certainly something that normal human babies didn’t have to deal with, but he figured that they inherited that from his species.
“Please! I’m begging you! Fuck me!” Rose howled, trying to kick him away from her overstimulated folds. He merely slapped her thigh harshly, making her yelp.
“Please, Daddy—” she whined, sharply cutting herself off, when he immediately froze.
“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry… I just… Is it alright if I call you all that? You’re all so quiet now…” she began to ramble, blushing from head to toe.
Bill blushed, too, a bit of guilt pushing through the pheromone barriers. He panicked despite her blindfolded status, breaking from his stiff shock and pulling a voice from one of the corpses he’d heard earlier.
“You can call us anything you like, lass… as long as you give your daddies enough fun to fill you up, of course. We’re about to start, so prepare yourself…” he tried to reassure her, remembering how new she was to his favorite game with Hermione.
“Okay, Daddy…”
Bill calmed himself, not wanting to be overeager and hurt his little one during her first time. He took himself in hand, gently pressing forward until his tip kissed her entrance. Her legs spread a bit wider, making room for him on the bed. She breathed heavily, still very tense. His hands gentled her back down until she laid boneless beneath him. Two other hands gripped her knees, keeping her spread wide open for him.
He rubbed the leaking red and purple head through her slick for a moment, lubing it up before gently pressing forward. A gratified groan left his lips as he felt his daughter’s clenching walls around the head of his prick. If he’d been a younger eldritch, he’d have surged even further and bred her up right then. She’s just like her mother… Even so, Bill felt the tell-tale barrier of a human female’s virginity, and he knew there would be a small bit of pain despite his efforts. His shaft was simply too big.
He thrust forward once, and immediately, the smell of blood hit his sensitive nose. Rose cried out and he was torn between the urge to keep moving his hips and protecting his little one. Despite his more primal brain itching for the former, he chose to stay still.
“Balloon!” Rose cried, wetting her blindfold with pained tears, “Owie… That hurts so bad, Daddy… Can you untie my arms? They’re hurting, too...”
“Of course, sweetheart…” Bill channeled another voice and obliged his pup’s request, “You’re doing so well… Soon you’ll be a mommy, just like you wanted…”
“Please…” Rose paused, clenching her teeth, “Keep going, but slowly at first…”
Bill leaned down to kiss her again, slowly inserting himself into her wet cavern. It felt amazing, the velvety walls of her cunt being incredibly warm and tight around his throbbing eldritch member. Her arms felt around for him, latching onto his biceps and feeling them up to his neck, which she firmly wrapped her arms around. She moaned as he continued to go deeper, reaching places she’d never known were there before.
The man above her kissed her again, his wonderful tongue teasing her own as he worked to sate her urges. Even though she couldn’t see, she could feel his love almost as much as his lust. She could tell he would be there for her if she gave him the chance. Maybe she would let him keep her, out of all the other men in the room.
The older eldritch pressed the head of his large member to the entrance of his pup’s womb, effectively ball’s deep inside her. He looked down, looking at the forbidden vision of how well Rose’s beautiful female flower had opened up for him, weeping sweet nectar onto the darkened snake that speared it, ever working to devour it whole. His thumb found her clit, removing the vibrator and replacing it with his thumb. He tickled the sore button, making Rose’s hips hump against him.
“Ready?” He prompted her.
“Yes, Daddy…” she moaned, digging her nails into his shoulders.
Bill turned her head, kissing the sensitive spot under her ear as he began to thrust in and out. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was actually fucking his daughter, and she felt amazing. His hands ran underneath Rose’s back, starting from her shoulders and moving down along her sweaty and smooth skin. When he reached her bum, he grabbed her flanks and swung both of her knees up until her calves hung over his shoulders.
He pulled her closer, effectively bending her in half in more of a natural way than what he could physically do with Hermione’s. She was his little gymnastics princess, after all. Her insides felt like hot silk, his thrusts becoming faster as her heels bounced against his upper back. Rose whined against his collarbone, holding onto him as tightly as she could manage.
Her hips began to move and he thought it was somewhat adorable how she tried to meet his thrusts. He rewarded her by rubbing her clit for a long moment, causing her to throw her head back against the mattress and let out a long high-pitched moan. Bill snickered a bit at the sight, thrusting a bit faster, enough to have his heavy sacs tapping harshly at her bum. She gasped, reaching a hand down to cup them, and to his complete surprise, gave them a gentle, encouraging squeeze.
Bill stuttered in his thrusts, his eyes widening considerably at how good the sensation felt. He immediately filed the information away for later, already thinking of ways to ask his mate about touching his balls more. Maybe she could even lick them, suck on them… His primal side immensely enjoyed the train of thought, channeling his desires into the female beneath him.
Rose’s index finger traced the outside of her sex, rubbing against her sire’s shaft as she did so, nearly making him explode right then.
“Are you gonna cum soon, Daddy? I’m so close~” she rasped, starting to feel just as tired as she was close to orgasm.
“Yes, sweetheart…” Bill moaned, the combined name, stimulation, and entire situation finally getting to him. A part of him wished he could keep going forever, but he knew that even he couldn’t last forever. At the same time, if he could make Rose cum so hard she passed out, it would save him a lot of explanation when it came time to bring her home.
He slammed into her a bit more forcefully than he meant to, burying himself as deep inside her as he could manage and prepared to finally let himself go. Rose gave a short, stuttered gasp when she felt his balls twitch in her hand, her vision turning white as she felt the first heavy spurt of seed flowing from the cock inside her, right into her womb. Her first orgasm washed over her like a hot tsunami, leaving her shaking as she passed out.
Bill kissed her slack mouth, continuing to thrust his hips in a shallow manner, hot rope after hot rope of virile, dark eldritch seed soaking into his daughter’s womb. He rubbed her belly as it began to swell, hoping it wouldn’t be too noticeable in the coming days as her body absorbed it. Still, he thought, rubbing her face and feeling the remnants of tear tracks on her cheeks. The blindfold came off easily, revealing her satisfied, sleeping features.
In an ideal world, he would have them both, and perhaps he still could, he thought as he gazed down upon her, his daughter. She was still so young, and he didn’t want her to be chained down to an old relic like him, but he didn’t know how she’d take the news of her pregnancy moving forward. He hoped she at least had a plan, since she seeked it out in the first place. If not, then he would still be there for her, and so would her dam, if he knew Hermione.
Her nose twitched in her sleep and she purred happily, curling around him tighter. He nuzzled her hair with his own nose and inhaled, catching her usual scent of peaches, but also now scenting her love-milk, the spice of her fading heat, and the daunting scent of sweetened dew drops and clean earth. She was officially pupped.