Tasha impregnates and collars her little sister – part 4 of the Josie & Kris series (lesbian, impregnation, incest, bdsm)

tasha sighed to herself as she stood behind the reception desk in her figure-hugging suit and flowery scarf. this time of day, just before the close of business, was always quiet for the hotel. she hated quiet times. tasha was the kind of person who always wanted to work, to do things, to focus on the task. when things were quiet she got easily bored and frustrated.

but right now the problem was not that she was bored. she was jealous, and sad. she had expected that when her baby sister abi asked to go get fucked by two other girls that the whole thing would just be sexy and fun, but as she watched abi collapse into giggles and cuddles with two girls who were not her had sent shards of pain through tasha’s heart. abi was never like that with her. they fucked, almost constantly, and abi called her sistress’ and begged her to hurt her and whip her and…

but she had never kissed tasha like that, never hugged tasha like that after they fucked… never called her mommy in that tone…

Using special glasses to fuck who i want [rape] [impregnation] [18+] [Straight] [creampie] [MF]

(Hi, im rachel, F20. This is my first attempt at erotic literature, id appreciate any feedback. Or suggestions for possible future installments)

I walk down the street wearing the joke glasses i got for my birthday ‘get any information you want’ c’mon, there’s no way.

I see a cute girl. she was 4’9, had a cups, and long dyed red hair. and think ‘number of orgasms’ expecting nothing to happen. But i see a little chat bubble appear above her, saying ‘12’ i stare confused and consider the possibility that they work. I think ‘name’ and it says ‘Ashley’. I walk up to her and ask, “excuse me, could you tell me your name”

“Um, im Ashley” she says. Theres no way, i think excitedly ‘favorite compliment to get’ ‘hair’ i say “im alan, i just wanted to say, your hair looks incredible. I just had to say something.” She blushes and says “oh, thank you”. I ask her “would you like to get a drink.” “Sure, i have to go now but i can give you my number” she types her number into my phone. “Ill be sure to message you” i say as i walk away excitedly thinking of all the uses for this power.

Stories for Bunny p1

She thought a free use agreement would be fun to implement around the house. I whole-heartedly agreed. The agreement helped keep our plans of getting pregnant fresh. Rather than trying to schedule sex, we’d just have sex all the time.

Most of the time we didn’t have any problems. Scenario One would usually go something like pulling her onto my lap while we watched television, and rubbing her clit until she was writhing under my hands, and stop at the last second. Then when she’d pause the TV to take a break for water or a snack I would sneak up behind her and take advantage of her well lubricated hole. Keeping her riled up to use whenever I wanted kept me at full arousal at all times. Scenario Two, while not effective in terms of impregnation, was fun. Especially as she has a bit of an oral fixation.

But that’s most of the time. I’d had a rough week at work. And things were dropping off sexually as my stress was rising. My Bunny was still eager to be used though. Thankfully she took some of the stress away. She has a magic mouth, and it takes little effort on her part to ease my stress. Scenario two is amazing.

[MF4F] looking for an rp partner

Hey we’re a guy and girl looking for another girl to join our RP. We’re pretty open to what you might want to do for it and are willing to discuss possible ideas for the other all RP.
☆ We are mainly looking for someone with similar interests including, BDSM type scenes, degrading, some rougher stuff, breeding and impregnation, pet play, potentially some type of character RP (ie gaming or anime) and open to some other things that you might suggest depending on what it is. Some stuff we’re not interested in is anything bathroom related, blood and gore, any kind of furry RP.
☆ We usually discuss the idea for the rp then we take turns back and forth with small paragraphs adding to the rp that way that are like about 5 or so sentences sometimes more or less.

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[MF] I [34M] always had a strong breeding/impregnation fetish….then I knocked my wife up and now it’s out of control.

(This is fairly long because I feel it needs to be in order to tell the story properly. Skip to the paragraph break below where it says “Begin juicy stuff” if you’re only here for the sex description.)

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been really into bareback creampie sex. I know, what guy isn’t, right? I had a couple of relationships in my 20s where condom use was the expected norm with my partners, and it definitely led to early breakups every time. There were always other issues, but the fact I wasn’t allowed to cum inside a woman always meant that I just couldn’t bond with her emotionally or psychologically enough to hang around. For lack of a better description, I needed to get my dick wet to care about the relationship.

Conversely, when girls let me hit it bare, I tended to hang around and keep the sex going long after the point where the rest of the relationship was running on fumes. The breeding subreddits were a frequent visit as I consciously internalized the apparent fetish and really learned to embrace it.

[FT] All I want for Christmas is to get pregnant (futa, impregnation, passion, lust, detail)

*Twas the night before Christmas and I made a prayer, that the baby I wanted soon would be there…*

The snow fell heavy outside as I got into bed on Christmas Eve. The hot water bottle in its furry cover was clutched tight against me. It, my silk shortie pyjamas and the fresh cotton sheets made the bed an oasis of comfort. But I wasn’t happy. I wanted a baby. It was all I could think of. I saw other mothers and felt so jealous. So I made my impossible prayer and in the softness of the night fell asleep.

I was woken by a bump on the roof and the jingling of bells. I snuggled deeper into the pillow. A dream. Must be a dream. Then the sound of a stamping hoof, the snort of an animal’s breath. My eyes snapped open. No dream, this. I heard boots walking towards the crest of the roof. Could it be? Was it possible? I sat up in bed, the duvet clutched to my chin. I turned on the sidelight and stared across the room at the fireplace with the holly along the mantle.

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 13 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”The Rite of Naming, An Heir Annointed”**

Maia opened the door and gestured for Althea to pass through the threshold; leaving the sanctum of her new boudoir and entering the unknown. The purple-clad blonde stepped into the hallway, immediately recognizing the hewn stone tunnels from before. No doubt about it, she remained within the blasphemous walls of the cult’s domain. The door closed and locked behind Maia, and she joined Althea’s side. The pale, nearly monochromatic handmaiden offered Althea her arm for support. Again, a moment of reticence and Althea took a step back, feeling the cold stone against her bare heel.

“Lady Althea, I assure you that no harm awaits you at the end of this tunnel,” Maia bowed her head respectfully. “On the contrary, your divine son and rapturous pleasure are the only things you will find ahead,” Maia took the priestess by the hand and gave it a reaffirming squeeze. This simple act of compassion and the girl’s cool touch steadied Althea’s heart. Memories of her gushing climaxes returned, bringing with them a flush to her cheeks. Maia smirked, narrowing her smoky eyes playfully. “You see? I only wish you knew just how lucky you are, my lady,” she mused and led Althea on her first step forward. “I envy you, you know. I envy how much his grace will fill you,” Maia bit her lip and rubbed a hand over her own trim midriff.

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 12 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Boudoir of the Blighted Queen”**

Althea awoke to a deep, throbbing headache. She inhaled sharply, only to summon a raspy, dry cough. So thirsty. She hadn’t had a thing to drink in so long… aside from her own spoiled leakage and that accursed elixir. The priestess blinked softly, still ensnared by the persistent stupor of sleep. For the first time since leaving the sanctuary of sunlight, Althea felt warm. Limbs like jelly, it was a struggle for her to even lift her leg. Blankets? Eyes snapped open and she jolted upright, but immediately regretted the sudden movement when a twinge wracked her middle. That’s right. Her experiences with that monstrous bastard of hers were real. At this she realized that her mind felt clearer, and she was no longer under whatever enchantment had seized her voice and actions.

But when Althea looked around, she found herself snuggled up in thick, olive-green blankets, resting atop a sprawling bed. Four tall bedposts stretched toward the vaulted, domed ceiling of the room. There were even rich, burgundy silk curtains providing her a cloistered sense of privacy, though it also shrouded the remainder of the room. Althea counted more pillows than she’d ever possessed. The stark contrast to her previous dwellings in the cramped, dirty cell left young Althea in a state of shock and disbelief. Never in her life had she known such luxury. Surely this was all a dream. Or another of the cult’s attempts to muster her hopes, only to quash them for their own twisted delight.

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 11 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**​​​​​​​”Seeds of Corruption”**

“FFFFuckk–” Althea grunted softly, gnawing her bottom lip in delight. The sheer sensation of her monstrous son’s fetid, festering cock filled her with utter bliss. And still she could see more of his necrotic, blistered shaft waiting to submerge deeper between her wanton folds. What was not long ago a brilliant beacon of Helestria’s light nestled within Althea’s heart, now flickered and wavered like waning candlelight. A quiet resistance against this inhumane, incestuous assault. Yet despite the favor of an actual goddess, the fact remained that Althea lay imprisoned here in the stronghold of a demon lord’s fanatical cult. The last vestiges of her free will were trapped; frozen and fixated, forced to watch her body surrender to the whims of her own repressed lust and the dark will of Nihilipox. For she now dwelled in his house. This ruinous crypt of salacious decay.

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 10 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”The Heir of Nihilipox”**

Althea lay there, a feeble mess of grime, sour milk, and birthing fluid. At last the immense pressure in her belly was gone, but in its place she felt the cold, sinking realization that she had entered an unwilling role of motherhood. Spent and exhausted, the young priestess propped herself up on one elbow. Though her stomach still showed a slight distension, she knew it would flatten out eventually. What she was not prepared for, however, was the slimy, lukewarm tentacle of her bastard offspring flopping against the inside of her thigh. The contact made her flinch, but fear and shock seized her body when she finally gazed down upon the awful thing that had brewed within her youthful womb.