Baby Making?

Diane’s mouth feels as great as always. Her hand cups your balls, as she licks your shaft. Her moans interrupt as Red eats her out. Her other hand brushes through his hair. You soothe her chocolate brown hair, guiding yourself further into her mouth.

Her tongue flicks under your shaft. She stops with you on the verge of cumming, her hand firm at your base. Red evokes moans from her, his face buried between her thighs. You push her crop top up, baring her chest. Your fingers pinch her hardened nipples. Her grip tightens around your cock. Each throb pulses against her grasp.

As your impending explosion recedes, Diane licks your tip, her tongue collecting the bead of pre-cum. She moans as she savors the taste. Red’s hand grips her hip, she takes you in her mouth once again. She quickly brings you back to the edge, and Red does the same for her.

When she cums, she moans around your dick. The vibrations are threatening to do you in. Knowing that Diane would stop if she had the mental acuity to react, you take it upon yourself to remove your cock from the situation. She bucks her hips, driving her pleasure against Red’s face.

He kisses her stomach, a glistening patch left from where her fluids pass from his face. He pulls Diane’s nipple between his teeth, her quaking body shudders at the added sensation. “Fuck,” she screeches, her tit bouncing back as her flesh slips from between Red’s teeth.

With your own orgasm once again retreating, you press your cockhead against her lips. Diane does her best to please you, but her body is still quivering from Red’s attentions.

“You taste amazing,” Red says, his lips on Diane’s shoulder. Red stands, unbuckling his belt, and exposing himself to you and Diane. “I wish I had more time, but with a baby at home,” he shrugs, shaking his dick in his hand.

“Well, if you have to go, we can always try again some other time,” Diane suggests. You hate that you can hear truth in her words.

He laughs, “I’m not in that much of a hurry.” He grabs her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. He rubs his erection against her wet folds. With a huff, Red slowly inserts himself. Diane moans as inches of cock slides within her. Her hand finds your balls, pulling you closer until her mouth finds your cock.

He thrusts into her, his hand finds her boob, and you take the other. Kneading her flesh in unison. And through it all, she stops just shy of your orgasm once again. You groan as a bead of pre-cum leaks from your tip, her finger sliding over it. She sucks on her finger, moaning at the taste.

Diane’s core tightens, her back arching, and her moans grow louder, a second orgasm as Red hurriedly thrusts into her. Then he stops as his pokedex rings. He pulls out, fishing the device from his pants. “The mrs calls.” He answers the call. “Joy! I’m on my way. Yea, just wrapping up with Nate and Diane. Love you.”

“Maybe we’ll be okay,” Diane whispers, her head turned towards you. She kisses your thigh, and you feel guilty. You didn’t throw the match, but you didn’t win it either. You could’ve admitted your problems to Red, he’s a good guy and he’d have understood. He still would, but that’s not what you want. You’ve tried so long, and that kills you just as much. That Diane would lose out on being a mother just because you’re infertile, or near as such.

“You ready, for some real speed?” Red laughs, tossing his pokedex to the side.

Diane presses her forehead to your leg, “Always.” Her voice filled with a false positivity. She looks back to Red, “Show me what you’ve got.”

“Wai—“ you try to speak up, second guessing it all. Putting a stop to it. But your words die in your throat as Diane greedily sucks on your tip. Red grunts as he slams back into her. His pace instantly rises to a fervor. The slapping sounds fill the cave.

“Arceus above!” Red growls as he hilts himself within Diane. She writhes against your sheets, her hands white knuckling around any loose fabric she can grab. “Oh fuck, I’ve been thinking about that for so long, ever since I passed through here.” He pulls out, Diane lays limp on the bed. “Oh hey, would you mind—“ but before he could finish asking, Diane lazily pulls her hands up in the heart shape. “Thanks,” he says snapping the picture.

You and Red both throw on your pants, and you walk him out. He hops on Charizard’s back and flies off towards Pewter. You’re surprised to see the bed empty when you reenter the cave. “Diane?” you glance around and find her by the sink. She’s plunging her fingers into her creamed hole. Running white sticky fingers under the running water. “Diane, stop, stop, stop.”

You cross the room, and grab her wrists. “Let go, Nate,” her voice cracks, tears start to run over her cheeks. “I don’t want this. I want your baby.”

“You’ll have it,” you say, hugging her to your bare chest. Her hands wrap around you. “I know this isn’t how you wanted it to happen. But this is my baby. I love you, Diane. It doesn’t matter how it happens, your baby is my baby. You’ll be an amazing mother, and I’ll be an amazing father. Our child will be loved.” You pet her hair, holding her tight. “I love you.”

The two of you stand there for a while. Her sobs slowly dying. You hope that means she’s accepting the truth. You hope Red’s seed takes hold, gives her a baby, gives you a baby. “And if it didn’t work?” Diane’s whisper asks.

“We’ll keep trying. I’ll fuck you every chance we get. Or if you want, we can find Red again, or any other guy, I don’t care. I want you, I want our child.”

“Maybe we should try now, to be safe,” she suggests, raising her head to look you in the eyes.

“After the edging I’ve been put through, we’re going to try so many times,” you growl. She giggles as you lift her, kissing her as you carry her back to the bed. You move slowly, each thrust excruciatingly tender, a **** of pleasure.

“I love you,” she purrs.

You finally explode within her, “I love you,” you grunt, depositing your seed alongside Red’s. She hugs you to her, breathing heavy. You feel as if the two of you might never separate. But as your softening cock slips free of her, and your stomachs grumble, she releases you.

You stand, grabbing a pillow and slipping it under her ass, the way she always does. “I’ll make some breakfast.”