Breeding Roleplay [MF][Preg]

He ruts deep, like the beast he is. Driving far into your depths, his cock lurching with an eagerness only a virile male can display. His power, throbbing deep inside your belly like a second heartbeat, slams into you without relent. Hot and hard and smoothly stretching your tiny pussy out, his manhood claims you from your tender lips all the way to your unprotected cervix.

Unprotected. That’s right – you’re not on the pill. Nothing separates your flesh from his. Your mouth opens and closes, unable to form the words. But you don’t need to. The way your lips move, your eyes rolling and shutting as he stabs you with feral ecstasy, tells him all he needs to know. You want him. You want him to be inside you beyond just this night. Long after he pulls out, you want to feel his swimmers oozing out onto the bedsheets between your thighs. But even more than that, you want to feel his warm load sinking deep into its newest conquest. Your womb, fertile and inviting, holding the greatest prize of all.

Your egg.

La Petite Mort [MF][D/s][Primal][1st Person]

Source: [Impregnation Erotica](https://impregnationerotica.blogspot.com/2017/05/story-roleplay-la-petite-mort.html)

I want to make them cum. My women, my girls, my fucktoys. The French call it ‘la petite mort’ – The Little Death. That is their term for climax, for hitting the peak of pleasure that lights the human brain
aflame in ecstasy and shocks the body into ecstatic convulsion. Yes, for as long as I have been interested in sex, I have wanted to subject women to that alluring torment. I am a sadist for pleasure.

Nothing in my carnal lusts drives me more than wanting to subject my mate to that little death, to pound it stroke by stroke into her writhing body, to listen to those desperate gasps from her lips, and
to silence them all just the same with my kiss.

Can I not yet feel the slick sweat glistening on her flanks? Can I not see the blush of her cheeks extending all the way down to her shivering tits? Can I not yet feel the vice grip of her spasming sex around my shaft? Can she not still hold herself up on shaking arms and still breathe enough to say my name? Then I am not done fucking her into abject submission.