Disclaimer: This is a fantasy. Playing around with consent and a breeding kink is for fantasy only. Written for a friend.
Fulfillment
Cassidy’s preparations tonight had been a mixture of her normal routine, and a few special additions. She’d been talking to Jack online for a few months; it had started overtly sexually, after she’d read one of his stories, commented, and gotten to chatting with him. This would be the first time they’d ever been in each other’s presence. Brushing out her long hair gave her some calm, but she had flutters and leaps of anticipation in her body. What they’d discussed doing today–one of the many kinks they shared–made her feel heady with anticipation. As she put a short-but-not-too-short dress over her slender body, she let herself wonder what Jack’s hands would feel like, taking it off. She applied her makeup, and then opened a little rosewood box on her nightstand, and took out the silvery toy inside, a wide bulb with a short, flared handle. She raised her skirt, and slowly worked the plug inside her ass. Eyes flaring just a bit as it entered. She lowered her skirt, smoothing it down, and smiled to herself. She finished dressing; she knew his tastes, and with each new item of clothing–the brief thong, the red heels, the small silver chain around her elegant neck–she felt herself transforming, meeting his ideal.
The day had turned into one of those magical San Francisco evenings, where the warmth of the day meets the cool of the fog, air alive with energy. The light of the setting sun was sending glancing shards of golden light refracting off the choppy waves as she stepped out of her Uber. She took a moment in simple admiration of that beauty, and then heard his voice, a voice she’d only heard before in the little videos he’d made for her, say, “Cassidy. You look beautiful.” And then he took her in his arms, the strength of them smoothly surrounding her and pulling her in for a kiss. Slow, sensual, welcoming. When they broke the kiss, she let out a small laugh, and said, happily, “Jack.”
He guided her inside–a Peruvian place, right on the water. Her nervousness rose a few times, but his conversational style matched her, feeling her waves of excitement and withdrawal and asking her questions, or telling his own stories in response. Throughout the meal she almost forgets she has the plug in, only reminded when she shits in her seat and remembers, oh yes. It feels right to be doing this with him, having prepared for him. Still, when he paid the check, when it’s time to move on, she felt a little shaken. They took a Lyft to a sleek hotel on Russian Hill, his hand holding hers, his deep voice telling her a story about a friend of hers who had lived here. They walked through the lobby to the elevator and he kissed her again as it whirred upwards. His hand sliding on her cheek, this kiss more searching than the other.
When he opened the door to the room, the first thing she saw was the view they’d have of the bay, now darkening in the twilight, the lights of Sausalito glittering across the water. He embraced her from behind, and she nestled back against him for a moment. His hands were around her waist, then on her hips, pulling her back against him. Then he reached up, and gently drew down the zipper on the back of her dress, then moved it from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor and reveal her in just the simple black lace bra and thong he’d chosen for her. She stepped out of her dress and turned to him, deft hands going to the buttons of his button-down shirt, undoing them one by one, pushing it open and running her hands across his broad chest, the hair rough under her hand. He’d taken his shoes off when entering the room; she unbuckled his belt, and with a small movement his pants were down to his ankles, silk boxers, pushed out already by his hard cock, all that was left.
He bent his head and kissed along her collarbone, kissed her shoulder, big, strong hands wrapping around her arms, holding her there. She could feel the strength of him, and the tenderness of his mouth, the contrast meeting together in her and making her shiver. He kissed his way down to the tops of her breasts, and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. As he pulled the bra down, his kisses followed, covering both breasts. He hooked his fingers into her thong, and she helped him with a little wriggle of her hips as he pulled it down, leaving her just in heels–and the plug. She took a few steps back and felt the bed behind her, and slid onto it. He joined her, striping his boxers off as he did, cock rampant.
Nervousness surged back in her, but it was met and countered by his touch, his big body curling around her, big forearms wrapping around her chest. He kissed the nape of her neck, inhaling the scent of her, and kissed down her back. His hands smoothly gliding from curve to curve of her body, the gentle slope of her shoulders to her ribcage to her waist to her hips. “So damn beautiful,” he murmured in his dark voice.
Slowly, as he moved across her reverently, mouth and hands embracing her, the nervousness melted away, and arousal, shining golden arousal, surges in its place. When his fingers caressed her inner thigh, she moves her hips impatiently, and his fingertips brush across her naked pussy, then return, sliding delicately between her pussylips, finding the first blush of her wetness there.
It’s been such an unfolding of discovery, she almost forgot how much they’d talked, how deeply he knew her kinks and desires. So it’s a surprise to her when he kneels, rigid, so-thick cock pointing straight out, and his hands twine in her hair and pull her face down to it. She put her hands down on the bed, getting on all fours, and sought the head of his cock with her lips, wrapping them around it in deep satisfaction. She pushed her head forward, taking more of the girth in, imagining how she looked to him now, sweet mouth stretched, her ass up as she began to bob her head on him. “Good girl,” he said, as she pressed her tongue against the underside of his shaft, making humming noises of pleasure as the delirium of cocksucking started to overtake her. “Good little slut.”
She didn’t know how long she stayed like that. She was in a perfect place, serving his cock, hearing his groans, his words of encouragement, the involuntary movements she called forth with her skilled mouth. But finally, he gently pulled her mouth from his cock, raised her up for a kiss. “Cassidy, do you still want what we discussed?”
She was lust-dazed, her pussy sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body already, and it took her awhile to even remember, but then she nodded happily. From the table next to the bed, he took out the cuffs, leather with metal links, and wrapped them around her wrists. Then he tied first one ankle, then the other, to the legs of the bed, with long silk cords. He wrapped straps around her thighs, and tied them down too, leaving her legs spread so wide, thighs half-bent, with no way to close them even a little.
As soon as he was done binding her, he slid a condom over his cock, and then got back onto the bed with her. His fingers pushed into her pussy, making her arch and writhe. His eyes were all over her, she could almost feel his searching gaze scorching her body as he looked down at her submitting to him like this, taking his fingers deep inside, body shaking in reaction. His thumb teased at her clit as he fingerfucked her and she groaned deep from her soul for him. He worked her over, the hand not in her pussy claiming her body, wrapping around her throat, cupping her breasts, slipping under to her ass. When he pushed the plug a little while curling his fingers up in her, she went silent, back arching. To Jack, she looked like the very perfection of a woman in that moment, totally released into pleasure. Then he slowly withdrew from her, looking down at her pussylips gripping his fingers, leaving her pussy feeling such a need for more.
“Cassidy,” he said, as he slid his fingers into her mouth and she eagerly sucked her own juices from them. “What we’d talked about tonight was me fucking your ass. Even though we both have a big kink for breeding,” and he laid one hand down right above her pussy, over her womb, “And we’ve talked so much about that, we decided tonight I’d take your ass, that you wanted me to use you that way.” She nodded, fingers still in her mouth. It was still what she wanted… even though as soon as he’d said ‘breeding’ her whole body had been suffused with a rosy haze of need.
“And we chose tonight because you’re ovulating, and that makes it so much hotter for both of us,” he continued. “Yes,” she breathed in response, feeling that in her body, that power of life.
“And I was going to wear a condom when I fucked your pussy, even though I’d quickly be taking your ass, to be careful.”
Her eyes didn’t totally comprehend what was happening as he pulled the condom off his cock. He laid his body over hers, the big, blunt cockhead sliding up against her pussy, even that light touch sending bursts of pleasure into her. His head was next to her ear, his deep voice continuing, “But seeing you like this, what I want, what you want too, is for my naked cock in your naked pussy. For you to be full of my seed. I know you, Cassidy. You’ve said so often that this is what you want. You’re going to reach your full potential. Pregnant, then a wonderful mother.”
It was like a dream, a dream filled with a torrent of her own libido, of his need and desire for her. Words of protest never made it to her lips, she just looked down, amazed, as he pushed that thick cock into her, making her body squirm under him at the intensity of taking that thickness, her cuffed arms not moving to push him back, though, but raising over her head, her hips pushing up against him. His voice in her ear saying, “Take it all, every inch,” and then she was. He was all the way inside her. He couldn’t be any deeper, she had all of him, and he had all of her.
She finally found her voice, in the midst of all this, and what she said was, “Please. Yes. Please. It’s what I need.” She strained to spread her bound legs even wider. His big, masculine body was moving on her, his powerful thighs driving his cock in and out of her. “You feel so fucking good, Cassidy,” he said, kissing her in the midst of the savage pounding he was beginning to give her. He put his face right by her ear again, and said, “Your fertile little pussy is going to milk all of my cum so deep in you. You’re being bred. It’s happening.” Again time span away from them both, as their bodies met together in this most perfect way, fulfilling their destinies with each other. When she heard his cries change, his groans became more guttural, coming from that deepest place in him, she bucked her hips up urgently, and felt her own orgasm rip through her as his cock pulsed inside her. Her pussy squeezed him and he gasped as if dealt a heavy blow, jet after jet of his cum being sent so deep inside her. Her arms reached above her, reached for heaven, as he pressed into her the final time, and his weight settled on her. His face nuzzled her cheek, her neck. “Good girl,” he said. She felt overwhelmed, free, as though she had entered a new country, bringing the best of her old self. Pure sexual pleasure still sparked wildly through her. There were moments beyond this one, but in this time, this place, she was completely fulfilled.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uxq51c/fulfillment_mf_anal_bondage_ds_breeding
Fun read, nicely done!