Sarah stood at the edge of the courtyard. The large building she and her fellow mothers called home. She was twenty-three now. A far cry from when she had first stood there, at eighteen. Now, there were two children waving her off. Her son, and eldest, clung to the skirt of the older woman with them. Her daughter tucked in the arms of the woman. Those powerful arms that had helped raise many of those same children, including Sarah.
“Do not be sad, my dear.” She spoke, a wise hand reaching up to pat Sarah’s cheek. “Your children will be taken care of. Go on, enjoy yourself. I hear Marcus is quite the lover.” She teased.
Feeling her cheeks flush, Sarah chuckled some. “Of course, Baba. I’m just going to miss them.” She said softly, her eyes gazing at her infant daughter. Born only months prior. The baby was sleeping soundly, unaware that her mother would soon be leaving her side for the first time.
Her son, on the other hand, seemed apathetic. He had gone through his before. When his sister was conceived. Then he had been bawling his eyes out, reaching for her as Baba had to hold him back. She had tears then too. But now, both of them had matured some. They saw this not as a goodbye, but as a shift. She wouldn’t be the same when she came back. And he would have a new sibling.
She knelt before him. “Oh, sweet Jasper.” She held out her arms and he gave her a big hug. As much as his little arms could muster. “I love you.” She huffed.
“I love you too, mama.” He returned. That little voice starting to sound more like his father’s with each passing day.
She stood, brushing off her skirt, and turned. She breathed in, the process still nerve wracking to her. As she walked along the path to the cabins beyond, she turned her head again. In the distance, children played accompanied by their mothers and those soon to be. She remembered those days. Part of her longed for them. But she knew her role now. The community needed her for this. And she was happy to provide it.
As she approached the cabin, the faint smell of a burning fire pit caught her attention. He was already there, waiting. Her cheeks grew red again as she walked up the steps and opened the door. The cabins were quaint. Stocked with food, fresh water, firewood, and plenty of extra clothes. She hardly needed to worry about anything beyond the task at hand.
Surely enough there he was. The man who would soon make her a mother again. Marcus. She had known him. They hadn’t spoken much given their different roles, but she knew who he was. She had helped midwife many of his children. Took care of them alongside her own. And now here she was, a few feet from him. He sat in a chair near the fireplace. Stoking the flames with a hot iron. He looked back at her. Those eyes were warm, but calculating. He had done this many times, while it was only her third. Suddenly she felt aware of herself, her mind turning to some of the women he must have been with.
Marcus rose from his chair, and made his way to her. His eyes probed her, as she stared. Unable to move or say anything until he had his fill of her. He stopped, his eyes gazing into hers. Those beautiful brown eyes. She had hoped the child he gave her would have them as well.
“You are Sarah, then?” He asked. His voice was rough. Deep. It made her quiver.
She promptly nodded. “Yes sir. I’ve been assigned to you.” She answered. “Please, use me well.” She had rehearsed those lines. The first time she had said then she was all too anxious. She had a breakdown and needed to be consoled by her lover. Now though, it felt natural to her. As natural as breathing. This whole process was. It was her purpose after all.
He hardly wasted any time. The love would come later, but now was the time for passion. He leaned in, planting his lips on hers. Their kiss was long. And hypnotizing. She had hardly realized he laid her on her back in the bed before she opened her eyes. He lay on top of her. Their bodies connected as she had done with others in the past. He practically growled as he planted kisses along her cheek. Her neck. Her chest. Once he got further down, he began removing her dress from her. She obliged, sitting up and lifting her arms so he could slide it off. She wore nothing underneath, fully exposed to this man.
A hungry maw descended on her breasts as he took her nipple into his mouth. Sucking on them. She let out a moan, the milk meant for her daughter being granted this man instead. Sarah could feel as he drank from her. Her hand lifted up into his hair. Grabbing at the strands and tugging softly. He was enjoying himself, and so was she. A hand slithering its way down to her primed slit. Her eyes darted down as he inserted them into her. Her other lovers weren’t nearly as experienced as Marcus was. He had been breeding since the day he turned eighteen, and it showed. He played with her, had her writhing in pleasure on his fingers. She gasped and cried out as he hit her in just the right spot. Her eyes rolled back as she felt that pressure build and release. The feeling of an orgasm hitting her like a tsunami.
Sarah lay back, panting after being fucked on his hand. It was then that she heard a belt hit the floor. The rustling of fabric and the shifting of the bed. She looked down, towards the end of it. Surely enough there Marcus was, joining her in nudity. His long cock protruding out. He was big. Bigger than anyone else she had been with. She looked at it longingly, then up at him. He had a smirk on his face.
“Are you ready for me? To breed you?” He asked, a powerful hand reaching around to cup her cheek. Without hesitation, she nodded. Marcus’ smirk fell away into a determined look. He lined the head of his cock up with her entrance, and shoved it forward. He bottomed out inside of her in one go. She cried out, the sudden sensation of being filled sending another orgasm to shoot through her like a bolt of lightning. She convulsed under him, while he did his work on her.
His cock pounded her into the bed, the squeaking of it drowned out by their shared moans. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling no love for him, but needing to feel him unload. To breed her. Her purpose was to mother his children. She had been doing it since she was young, taking care of her siblings. And now, he was going to give to her what he gave so many of her sisters-in-waiting. She had tears in her eyes. From the pleasure and from the emotions she felt. She was happy. Her purpose being fulfilled. For him. For their community. For her own desires.
Sarah felt it. His weight shifted forward. She could almost feel how close he was. Those grunts and groans getting her close again. He needed something more. Something else to get him to finish. She suddenly cried out, a hand finding her swollen clit. “Fuck me! Fill me Marcus! Give me your babies!” Her shouts soon became drowned out by his moaning. She felt him spasm and twitch inside of her. A smile on her face as she felt another orgasm rock her body. The seed he pumped into her was swallowed greedily by her cervix. She could feel it, those powerful ropes shooting from this man’s magical cock and into her. She knew it was over then. She was pregnant. But that wouldn’t be the end. Their time together wasn’t over yet.
Over the course of the next two weeks, the two fucked like wild animals in heat. Anywhere they could. The bed for the most part. But in front of the fireplace. The small kitchen she had made food for the both of them in. The shower when he caught her in there. And even on the balcony overlooking the valley they called home. The building where her family resided in the distance. She loved it all. Feeling this way, knowing her place and serving her purpose. And after two weeks of almost constant breeding, she held up a test in the bathroom. Tears stinging her eyes as she held her hand to her mouth. It was positive. He had done it.
She ran to him, showing it to him excitedly as he pulled her into a hug. Their time together was short. It was unlikely they’d see each other often past that point, but she didn’t care. She’d carry a piece of him with her, just as she had her other two lovers. It wasn’t long before they were made to say goodbye. The matriarch herself congratulated them on the insemination. As fast as it began, just as quickly did it end. They shared one last embrace. Sarah planted a kiss on his cheek before making her way back to the building.
Almost as if she had never left, Baba, and her children were there waiting for her. Same as a few other mothers and their children who came to wish her welcome. She hugged her son, kissed her daughter on the forehead, and embraced Baba.
“You look radiant my dear.” Baba said, patting her shoulder.
Sarah looked down at her belly. One that was once again full of life. She placed a hand on it, and nodded. “Thank you, Baba. He helped me fulfill my role. To the community.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10fan2h/for_the_community_mf_breeding