(K)Not yet.

Taking careful hold of her hips, you pull a sobbing Moondance closer to you before thrusting into her as hard as you can. The heavy log snaps loudly in half under your fingers as you plow her into the ground. Moondance tries to scream when your knot plugs her up but the wind is knocked out of her by your thrust.

A satisfied growl comes out of your throat and your whole body shivers as the tightness of her pussy squeezes out a couple more spurts of seed out of your cock, basting her entrance again with your pups. You stay like this for a long time, panting loudly as your cum permeates into her fertile womb, while Moondance has **** but to take everything you pour into her. "No, no, no..." she cries into the earth. "It was supposed to be Starchild's. Not yours. I'm sorry, Starchild. I'm so, so sorry..."

Eventually, your knot deflates enough for you to pull out. Moondance has either cried herself to sleep or is just lying there, staring blankly at the camper van. Either way, you don't care. You sniff around her crotch, trying to confirm if your seed has taken hold and that she is carrying your pups, when you see lights coming through the trees. "There's a camp over there!" You hear a voice call out. Annoyed, you narrow your eyes and disappear into the darkness of the night.

The sun has come up when you find yourself looking at familiar suburbs. You've made your way back home in a matter of hours. You hear music and heavy breathing nearby and dive for cover. Sneaking a peak, you can see your neighbor Melissa out for her morning jog. You feel your loins start to stir once again.