Midnight Fantasy [MF] [Cheating] [Breeding] [CNC] [Pregnancy] [Happy Ending] [Thief] [Modern Day] [Doctor’s Wife]

Talia paced the marble bathroom floor, willing herself not to look at the stick on the sink until her phone timer went off. She knew checking on it wouldn’t make the results appear any faster—knew it from all of the many, many previous times she’d done this.

Pausing to glance in the mirror, she noticed she was chewing her bottom lip again. A nervous tick that Ben was always trying to get her to stop. She wished her husband was home now, to offer restrained hope if the test came back positive or consoling arms if it was negative. She blew out a long breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and instead turned to lean against the sink counter to wait.

After what seemed like an eternity, her phone finally let out the familiar ‘ding’ to let her know that she could now look at the stick. She could now know if her future involved the change and addition to their family that she so desperately wanted, or if she needed to just continue on her path of tracking her ovulation cycle.

Everyone always gushed about how lucky she was to have married a doctor. But what most people didn’t think about was the long office hours of a doctor, the weird shift work that meant an ever changing schedule that could not be relied on while trying to work out their best chances of conception.

Talia pushed herself away from the sink, determined to look at the test result and not freak out either way. This month hadn’t been great in terms of scheduling—according to her tracker she was actually in the middle of her ovulation cycle *now* but Ben was working night shifts so they often missed each other between her arrival home and his heading to the hospital.

Admittedly, even when they *were* home at the same time, there was always an element of exhaustion for one or both of them depending on the time of day. Talia was getting desperate though—at 35, she wasn’t *that* old to be getting pregnant but they had been trying for awhile now and she was ready to start motherhood *now* rather than later.

Spinning back to the mirror as she reached the sink, Talia gently lifted the pregnancy test to eye level to read the results. She knew all of the results by heart now. Seeing the lines now, she knew this month was another negative. She willed herself not to feel disappointed. She wanted to remain hopeful and positive as her and Ben worked through this.

Allowing herself a long sigh at least, she threw the test into the wastebasket and turned towards the steaming hot bath behind her. It was an indulgence she allowed herself to take after each test—whatever the outcome. Filled with a lilac scented oil, the bath was at least one positive association she always had with this monthly ritual.

***

After fully enjoying her bath and putting on her nightly regime of soft cotton t-shirt and shorts, she went to the long mirrored dresser in their room to record her results and cycle information. There were unwrapped pregnancy tests strewn about the small calendar notebook she kept along with the usual perfume bottles and jewelry box.

As Talia carefully scribbled down her results in the notebook, she was startled by a sudden presence behind her. She barely had time to glance up into the mirror before feeling one gloved hand cover her mouth, another pushing something sharp and cold to her throat.

She gasped as the hand held steady over her mouth, not allowing much sound to escape. Both she and the person standing directly behind her were very close to the mirror of the dresser. She could see her own large frightening doe eyes, but the intruder stood taller than her and she could only see his jaw in the mirror.

The grip across her mouth was firm but not cruel. She could tell the person had larger hands as the grip between the thumb and forefinger extended across most of her face. A low voice growled in her ear, “I’m not here to hurt you so let’s keep it civil ok?”

Talia attempted a quick nod despite her fear. Her heart was beating fast but at least the man’s voice sounded somewhat sincere in his desire to not hurt her. He also had some sort of accent–almost Cockney she thought. Her mind briefly flickered to the negative test from before—strangely, she felt mostly unafraid for her own person since she was not carrying another.

The intruder paused for a moment, tightening his grip on her mouth but lowering the blade from her throat. Talia felt him reach for something else with the free hand he had now. He pulled up what appeared to be a roll of duct tape. Her eyes widened slightly, but she knew it could be much worse. The thief quickly tore off a piece and used it to replace his hands over her mouth. Then, spinning her around to face him, he quickly grasped her wrists and wrapped them in tape as well.

Talia’s eyes traveled quickly up the man’s black-clad chest to his face. It wasn’t a cruel face she saw, but one of mere concentration. He wanted her quiet and out of the way. He didn’t have murder in his eyes but greed. Really, it wasn’t *that* surprising she supposed. Despite this being a relatively safe neighborhood, it was home to many doctors and lawyers so of course it would be of interest to thieves.

Satisfied her wrists were bound, the thief tore the tape and finished the wrap. He was still standing very close–pushing some of his body weight against Talia so she had no way to move. The man’s brow furrowed slightly and he seemed to be trying to locate a scent. “Where *is* that coming from?” he wondered aloud to himself. Talia was so baffled by this behavior that she momentarily forgot a strange man was in her bedroom, tying her up with duct tape.

The thief lowered his face closer to her, briefly smelling her hair before trailing down lower to her neck. One of his hands caged her on the left with his grip on the dresser behind her while his right hand pushed firmly into her hip. She felt the tip of his nose barely skim along her neck and shoulder line. Again she was still too surprised by this behavior to move.

The thief smiled into her neck and she felt his teeth gently nip at the skin near her collarbone. She felt a small shiver run through her at this intimate gesture, though it didn’t exactly feel like fear. He straightened and looked directly at her. “Lilacs,” he stated simply. “I love that smell.”

Talia’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. “*Who is this guy? Is he a thief or going to ask me on a date?*” she wondered absently. In the dim light of the room, she couldn’t tell much about what the man looked like–he seemed of average build with pale skin and dark hair. Dressed in black clothing, his boots probably making him even taller than his actual height.

“Alright look,” he started again as their eyes met. “I’m not here to hurt you and I’ll only take stuff that you’ve got insured alright?” Talia just stared at him, amazed at the casual tone of this ‘conversation.’ He sighed. “I know it’s not ideal but look, I’m a thief! And I’m already here! And it was really hard to get in!” Talia’s eyes narrowed a bit as she didn’t quite buy this line of logic he was giving her.

He chuckled at her expression. “Listen love, I just need you to sit here on the bed while I do some rummaging. Scouts honor,” he said, sarcasm in his tone as he lifted a hand to his heart. “I won’t take anything sentimental or too personal.” He flashed a grin at her and she couldn’t help but be a little startled at the way her body reacted. “*He’s…cute.*” she realized abruptly, then immediately tried to push the thought away. “*What am I thinking? He’s here to rob our home! I should be scared and hate this guy!*”

Suddenly Talia felt a firm grip on both sides of her hips and the thief spun her around and walked her back towards the bed. He let go just as suddenly and she landed in a heap on the large bed. She watched his eyes trail up her now prone body and felt her cheeks bloom pink as it was obvious he was appreciating the view. Her long legs, slightly over the side of the bed, were almost completely bare given the small shorts she had on. The thin tshirt did nothing to hide what was underneath and the man raised an eyebrow at her when he noticed he could see her clearly hardened nipples through the fabric.

Internally Talia cursed her body for betraying her physical reaction to this man. She attempted to move her arms to hide more of her torso, but only succeeded in lowering the v-cut top of the shirt and exposing even more of her cleavage. She glared at the thief again, daring him to say something. He held up both hands and took a step away from her. “No judgement here love,” he said with that same smirk from earlier. “My view’s not half so bad either.” He winked at her and turned back to the dresser.

Talia was mortified. What was this feeling? This isn’t how you’re supposed to feel with a strange man in your house who is actively robbing you. But…Talia knew in her heart what she was feeling. This sense of danger–the kind of role playing she had tried to have Ben enact but he never really got into. She *liked* that she was bound and helpless, she *liked* that she was in almost no clothes and totally indecent in front of this stranger, and she *liked* that she had no control over what he could do to her.

Being at almost the peak of her ovulation cycle was certainly Not Helping. Talia’s body was urging her towards this man, urging her to get his sperm, urging her to fuck and procreate–no matter with who.

The man came back towards her now that he had recovered his tape and knife. Approaching Talia on the bed, he leaned over her and rested his hands on either side of her head. “Your husband is a lucky man Mrs. Grayson.” Her eyes widened in surprise that he knew her name. “Oh I know all about your husband–well, to be fair I know a lot about his stocks and finances rather than his person. I didn’t know about *you* though.”

Before Talia could consider what he meant, the thief raised a knee to one side of her on the mattress and pulled her bound hands above her head. Tugging on her slightly, Talia scrambled to pull herself the rest of the way up the bed with his assistance. The man was now completely on the bed with her as he got her wrists all the way to the headboard.

“Now I know,” he began, reaching for something at his waist and revealing a small loop of rope. “That you’re going to be a good girl for me Talia, but I don’t like taking any chances.” Sectioning out a length of cord, he cut it and tied one end to her wrists and the other to the one of the bed posts.

“There.” He tested the knots gently on both sides, making sure they were secure. Leaning back on his knees, the thief took the moment to again appreciate this woman before him. He had not *planned* on this, but everything seemed to still be on track for the things he came here for tonight. *Still…it seemed a shame to have morals tonight*.

The thief looked down at her. “I’m guessing your husband has an office somewhere in the house, Mrs. Grayson?” He considered her. Should he risk taking off the tape so she could just direct him to the office or should he just have a look around? He knew Dr. Grayson wouldn’t be home for many hours still so he didn’t feel rushed.

He turned towards the door. “I’m sure I can find it. Husbands *always* keep a safe in their office–usually behind some hideous painting. Really, it’s getting a bit boring…” At the door, he turned back to her. “Please just stay here Talia and don’t try anything stupid.” He held up her phone in one hand. “And I’m taking this just for now.”

As soon as he left the room, Talia also tried a quick tug at the rope around her wrist—it was bound fairly tight and looked to be a complicated knot she had no hope of unwrapping. She looked around her person, but really she couldn’t move much and nothing nearby looked to be of any help.

She sighed a little and tried to instead mentally assess her situation. She still wasn’t feeling any type of panic—“*Maybe I’m in shock?*” She thought. But there was something else she was feeling…something she was still grappling to believe was real. She could feel her nipples as they pressed against the fabric of her t-shirt and she knew that her panties were wet from this whole situation. Talia wanted to feel ashamed but all she felt was…horny. *Was* she hoping the thief would want something more than cash and jewelry? Her hips squirmed a little in response and she knew the truth of it.

The thief reappeared in about 15 minutes, black bag with him now that was clearly holding whatever he’d heisted. “Ah Talia,” he said, setting the bag down by the dresser. “Glad to see that you’re so well behaved.” She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re right,” he agreed. “It was too good of a knot to give you much chance to be bad.”

He grinned and turned towards the dresser, going through a few drawers before turning to the jewelry box. “Now I’m sure,” he continued, glancing into the mirror to catch her eye in the reflection. “Your doctor husband buys you jewelry all the time. Not just for special occasions, but pretty regularly. In fact, most wives I steal jewelry from don’t even realize at first what’s been stolen because they have so much of it and,” he paused, holding up a garish necklace that Talia had never been able to bring herself to wear. “And because they don’t even like a lot of it.” He raised an eyebrow at her as he continued to hold up the necklace. She refused to acknowledge the truth of what he was saying. “Now *this* does not suit you at all,” he said.

As he continued to go through the jewelry, Talia found herself hoping he wouldn’t find the pieces that she actually liked, that meant something to her. As he opened various other drawers, he pulled out a long thin silver chain with one small stone hanging in the center. This actually *was* a piece Talia treasured—it was a simple thing passed down from her great grandmother who had worn it in her flapper days. Holding it up, he glanced at her reflection again and silently slid the necklace back in its place.

She was surprised—not only with his ability to seemingly sense this level of understanding her, but also that he kept his promise to not take anything of sentimental value to her.

Finished with the box, the thief continued to look around the dresser top. Suddenly his hands stopped as he came across the pregnancy test boxes and her small notebook calendar. He held up a box as he turned around slowly. “Is this…are you?” He seemed suddenly remorseful, like he was a terrible human for having tied up a pregnant woman. She shook her head once and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Right, ok,” he let out, setting the box back down on the dresser. He instead picked up the notebook and began examining her notes. For not the first time that night, Talia felt absolutely confused by his behavior—what would he care if she was pregnant or what her cycle chronicle said?

The thief glanced up at her again. “But you want to be?” He asked softly. It seemed he had gathered a good amount of information by flipping back a few months—seeing the negative test results, maybe even that one positive test almost a year ago that she had lost in the first six weeks.

Talia nodded slowly before she could control herself. “*Why am I revealing so much to this stranger?*” She wondered. “Talia…” the man started to approach her side of the bed. “This says that you are at the height of ovulation *today*.” She closed her eyes for a minute and nodded again slowly.

Her eyes opened as a warm hand touched her leg. She glanced from the hand back to the thief’s face. “Do you…I mean, I’m happy to help?” He gave that same devastating smirk from earlier and she felt the blush creep into her cheeks. Seemingly beyond her control, her knees bent and her hips reached upwards towards him slightly.

He raised an eyebrow at the clear signs her body was displaying, and immediately slipped off the black sweater he had been wearing. Climbing onto the bed and placing himself between her knees, his warm hands began stroking up and down the soft skin of her legs. “Normally I would untie a girl for this, but I think…” he slowly opened the place between her knees and moved his body forward to hold her legs apart more. “I think that’s part of the reason you *want* this from me.”

He leaned forward, not breaking his eye contact with Talia, and began kissing the tops of her knees, the inner part of her thigh—meanwhile, his hands traveled slowly closer to her shorts. Talia felt transfixed by his gaze—she could neither confirm nor deny that what he was saying was true.

Brushing his nose and chin even further down her thigh, she heard him sharply inhale as he passed very near her pussy. He looked up at her, almost in surprise. “Fucking hell Talia, you *do* want this, don’t you?” She looked at him but her body had clearly taken over and she didn’t want to deny it any longer. She nodded and he eagerly took her affirmation as his sign to proceed.

Fingertips at the waistband of her shorts, he slowly began to peel them along with her panties down her hips, over her ass, and down her long, long legs. The thief set the clothing gently to the side of the bed, never taking his eyes off all that had just been revealed of Talia. He seemed mesmerized momentarily, taking in the sight of her sweet and ready pussy—her hips already slightly writhing towards him as her body urged him forward with his plunder.

“Fuucckk,” he sighed out, looking back to her face. “Sweet girl—I can’t just fill you up and leave. I need to have you cum for me.” Talia’s eyes widened—all of her fantasies were converging with this random encounter. Being bound, being controlled by another, being coveted by this man, being filled in her womb until she came under his ministrations.

Reaching forward slowly, he gently ran one long finger from the bottom of her slit until it came out on top. Wet with her juices, he quickly pulled it to his mouth and tasted her, closing his eyes as it came into contact with his tongue. Talia was practically panting with anticipation, her tits rapidly rising and falling beneath her shirt.

Re-opening his eyes, the thief put his hands on both of Talia’s thighs and leaned forward again—this time kissing and sucking along her thighs but much closer now to her bared entrance. Her hips jerked forward in anticipation, though her bindings didn’t actually allow her any inches towards his tongue. As one of his hands gently brushed over her wet opening and clit, the other hands slowly climbed up her torso until he was able to fully cup one of her large tits in his hand. Running his thumb over and over her sensitive nipple, he finally lowered his tongue to her waiting pussy, sliding his tongue over the slit in the same way as he had with his finger.

Talia moaned deeply behind the tape covering her mouth, arching her back as she felt his tongue begin to work up and down her entrance, sometimes pushing into her further, sometimes stopping to encircle her budding clit. When one of his fingers finally entered her, she cried out and closed her eyes in the pleasure felt. He quickly added a second finger and began slowly milking her cunt with those as he also increased the pressure and sensations coming from his tongue.

As his fingers pushed ever deeper into her, Talia began to feel the curl of his fingers as they searched out her g-spot. Upon grazing it, Talia let out a louder moan than before and bucked her hips upwards into his mouth. Reaching higher with the hand fondling her breast, he proceeded to wrap those fingers around her throat to feel the moans rippling under the skin. He focused his tongue completely on her clit, sucking on the sensitive pearl of nerves as his fingers curled in order to fully tap into her g-spot. Talia was at a complete sensory overload. Between her fantasy-fueled positioning and the double stimulation of his fingers and tongue, she felt beyond this plane. His consistent attentions to her every moan and movement eventually pushed her over the edge, her brain drawing a complete momentary blank as she came apart beneath him.

When she felt able to open her eyes to this reality again, she spotted the thief undoing the zipper and button of his pants. Her eyes hazily met his and she gave the slightest of nods to his questioning look. She only momentarily registered the size of his cock before it was plunging into her, stretching her to a point she had only dreamed of before. He started to pump into her slowly at first, allowing her the moment to adjust to his size—but it soon became clear that she wanted it just as badly as him. Her legs came up to wrap around him, pulling him into her even deeper as he began to increase his pace.

Reaching up, the thief lifted one corner of the tape from Talia’s face. He wanted to hear her moans—he *needed* to hear her beg for it. She closed her eyes momentarily in anticipation of the quick snapping pain when he ripped it off. As soon as the tape was gone though, she took a large inhale of breath and let her own long sigh of “fuuuccckkk!” The two grinned at each other—she didn’t even know his name and he didn’t know anything about her outside of her being the doctor’s wife. And yet, in this moment, they shared something as humans—as primal beings under the overbearing need to reproduce—that made them able to *see* one another.

The thief caught her chin in his grip and squeezed around her jaw as he kept her face towards him. He wanted to watch her unravel under him for a second time. Pushing his weight forward, Talia’s legs rose until her knees were up close to her stomach. He was now able to bear down into her to such an extent that he was practically touching her cervix. Talia was barely able to see straight—her hands gripped the rope above her as she felt she needed something to ground her to this place.

He knew he was deep enough now, that she was at a good angle for conception. He knew he was going to spill his seed deep within this woman and that she would eventually carry his child. His grip on her jaw slackened, and he held her cheek with a gentle reverence now. He continued to fuck her at a relentless pace but her moans and breath only heightened every time he pushed harder or faster. He waited until he could tell she was on that same cusp as before—the point of cumming for her based on her breath and face—and then he came into her as he watched her unravel before him at the same time.

Her womb open and ready to receive, his entire load bore down into her as they came together. They were both breathing hard and reeling from the overflow of stimulation and sensory information. The thief remained inside of her, allowing all of his sperm to spill into her as the last of it came out in smaller bursts.

Talia’s eyes fluttered, her jaw appeared to struggle to form words. Finally, the thief slowly slid his cock out of her, both of them gasping slightly as they lost the sensation of the other. He grinned and she giggled softly at their absurd state.

He carefully helped her back into her shorts so as to not make it look like anything outside of a robbery had taken place. Slipping his black sweater back on, the thief headed towards the small balcony he had originally come through. Looking back at Talia on the bed he said, “Maybe I’ll see you again sometime—to check in on your attempts for getting pregnant.” He winked at her and was gone. Talia smiled to herself—she felt satisfied and full of cum. It seemed like she could practically feel his sperm racing towards her eggs as her body finally settled from its demanding state of earlier. Now, she supposed, was another time of wait and see…

SIX MONTHS LATER

It was another week of night shifts for Ben. Talia had kissed him goodbye and taken her ritual lilac bath—though this time, there was no beforehand test as she was really, fully with child. She still enjoyed the familiar feel and scent of the baths though—it reminded her of the night this child was conceived, the night with *him*.

She and Ben had gotten through the robbery together—the thief was right, and their insurance covered almost all of the things that had been stolen. All of her family and more sentimental jewelry had remained, though no one else really understood the significance of what was and was not missing.

Talia sat on her bed, reading through some books about midwives and nursing while resting a hand on her swollen belly. She often waited around on nights like this, certain that the thief would reappear to find out about his potential child.

Hearing the latch on the balcony door swing open, she only casually glanced up from her books—to find the same man from six months earlier silently standing before her. The son inside her womb immediately gave a kick at this seeming recognition and she smiled slightly.

The man before her—very much the same as the one she had seen all those weeks ago—tore his gaze from her glowing face to the swelling womb under her hand. She smiled and beckoned him towards her with a smile. He seemed to stumble forwards, gaze intent upon her visible pregnancy.

“So you…?” He began. Talia’s smile widened and she nodded again. “It’s a boy,” she said softly. “And….and it’s mine?” He asked, awe in his voice. “Based on the dates…I’d say yeah…” she answered shyly.

He raised his hands to touch her, but stopped to glance at her face for approval. She reached forward and pulled his hands to her belly. He felt the kicks of the child—*his* child—beneath his palm and experienced a joy like nothing else in his memory.

The both grinned at each other like months before—aware of the absurdity of this situation and yet also the pure humanity of what they had done, what they had created together. He couldn’t help himself—his hand went to her cheek again and he kissed her, a deep and passionate kiss to further their connection to one another as his other hand remained on her stomach.

Talia moaned into his kiss—memories of their first and only night together rushing back into her mind. She reached for his shirt, urging him to remove it once again. He was only too happy to oblige her. Quickly removing the sweater again, he continued to kiss her with urgency, his hands moving along her body—at once familiar and now foreign with this change she had undergone. He had thought of her so many times since *that night* and yet this was so much better than anything he had imagined.

Tonight though, she was no longer bound in place. Tonight she didn’t feel any obligation to be scared or not turned on. She fully leaned into their kiss and reached for the hem of her own shirt to remove. Throwing it aside, she immediately reached for his zipper, tugging at his pants and clearly wanting much more skin than their original time together.

The thief smiled into their kiss, amused at the eagerness of her actions. He leaned back in order to remove his boots and pants—looking back up as he finished, he momentarily froze to see Talia, naked and glowing with his child seated before him. She had removed the last of her clothing and sat looking expectedly at him.

He gently pushed her back onto the bed, careful not to put much weight onto her body or grip her too tightly. Running his hands softly along her skin and restarting their intimate kiss, he slowly led her into a state of more tranquil relaxation. He gently turned her onto her side, sliding into position behind her and continuing to kiss her neck.

One hand slid down between her legs and began to play with her clit and between her folds while the other tugged at her jaw to turn towards him for the occasional lengthy connection of their lips. As Talia felt unbelievably wet on practically his first pass through her slit, the thief very quickly lined up his cock with her entrance from behind and slid into her.

Talia let out a small gasp as his dick once again stretched and filled her—though this time felt so different, for both of them. Knowing that the child they had created just a few months earlier still resided in Talia’s womb leaned on both of their minds as they fucked. Talia especially felt grateful to this man for giving her the gift she had been dreaming of—a child of her own, a family to start.

As his hand slid around her stomach and between her legs, Talia also sensed an increase in the pace of his cock slamming into her. He circled her clit with one hand while the other supported her head so that she could face him while they fucked.

This sense of closeness, of connection—it was different than the one she felt with her husband and she wasn’t sure she could ever duplicate with someone again. After they once again came undone with each other, the thief remained inside of Talia for a while. He simply held her and felt her womb. Eventually though, they both knew it was time for him to leave or risk getting caught.

He helped her redress and they shared a lengthy passionate kiss before the thief once again stole into the night.

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