Breeding Attempt

Tasos took Jan by the shoulders and turned her around.

"Wha-?" She began.

"The mirror," was all he said.

Jan had been about to ask what mirror before a gasp came from her lips as she felt him start to enter her.

"Fuck!" Again, he wasn't Gen's size, but Tasos felt different in a good way. Like he was just big enough to reach where she needed, and thick enough to make her feel nice and full. He gave a sudden thrust, causing her to throw her head back and moan. When her head came down, she saw what Tasos was talking about: the changing room's mirror. He wanted her to watch herself get bred. "So naughty..." her voice was tinged with a combination of lust and need.

"No denying that," he agreed, then started to move in earnest.

Jan cursed again, brought her hands up to brace against the wall to each side of the mirror.

"Yes! Like that! You want to do it, don't you? You want to breed me before Gen does," Jan said, working herself up and egging Tasos on.

"Yes," he admitted. He brought his hands around to the top of the dress and ripped it open to expose Jan's breasts. He'd have to pay Serena for it, but it was well worth it. He took her breasts in hand and squeezed them firmly but with adoring affection. "I want these magnificent breasts to grow with milk." He pounded into her harder. "I want to see your belly swell with child. My child. I want to see Gen's face when he realizes a teenage satyr beat him to impregnating this human goddess."

"I'm not stopping you," Jan moaned, as she pushed her ass back against his crotch to match his thrusts. "Gen will still get his chance, it's only fair, but I can't help but root for an underdog," she looked back at him and smirked.

He looked at her agog. "Underdog? Oh that's it you little vixen." He moved harder and faster, drawing a guttural combination of moan and growl out of Jan.

"I'm cumming. Cumming soon! Fuck! Tasos! Are you-!?" Jan tried to ask between the sheer pleasure and the thoughts running through her mind of this young satyr impregnating her.

"Yes! Look at the mirror, Jan! Look! Remember the exact moment you knew you were bred!"

Jan looked at the mirror. Her hair sweaty, skin glistening, the torn dress, her naked breasts hanging and bouncing, and the studly teenager fucking the shit out of her. She pressed her hands harder against the wall and stared at her reflection. She barely recognized the look in her eyes, the grit of her teeth. She nearly stopped looking when she felt herself orgasm, crying out in bliss before she felt it. She felt Tasos' cock seem to grow thicker for an instant inside her, then she felt him cum as the young man cried out. She could feel him pumping his seed into her, more and more, and she pushed her ass firmly back against him, determined to have as much fill as her as possible. She looked back at the mirror. Instead of the kind of guilt someone in a relationship would feel for such an act, she saw a smile of immense satisfaction on her own face. She turned back to Tasos.

"Was..was it good for you?" She managed to joke in between breaths.

He seemed dumbstruck a minute before laughing merrily, hugging her waist and kissing her neck.

"You are a delight, Jan," he said fondly.

The moment was interrupted by-

"Holy hell could you two have been louder!?"

They looked at each other. "Shit."