Bunnies don't do birth control.

"B-Birth control!" You manage to call out, struggling to find the necessary human words to use as you begin to lose yourself in the frantic anticipation of your climax. "I'm...I'm not on any!" It isn't a warning, and you aren't begging for any kind of mercy. Sir has as much right to your womb as any other part of your body; Maybe it's just some shameful remnant of Lisa crying out, or maybe you just want Sir to know the state of his loving victim. In response, Sir removes his hand from your back just long enough to smack you hard on the ass, causing you to cry out.

"Of course you aren't!" he growls, clearly coming close to being rendered unintelligible by pleasure himself. Not that it matters to you, he could become a literal feral beast and you would still yield your helpless, lustful body to him. "Good girls, good girls like you..." he grips at your side as his hand returns to your back, you'd wince at the pain but the **** he's exerting on your hair is much worse. Still, you love the extra attention. "Good girls like you shouldn't be! You should let men like _me _decide if you're going to have a baby or not!" He thrusts even harder into you, rocking your young body hard as if the knowledge of your fertility has only increased his frenzy. And you? Your euphoria has only increased. To be praised by Sir as a good girl just feels so...so...good! To know that you've pleased him, that your womb's vulnerability excites him, it's what a good little girl like you needs! "And I told you didn't I? THIS. IS HOW. BUNNIES. BREED!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" you scream out as he pushes down hard on you, crumpling your weak arms and driving you face first into the hay as his mating thrusts reach a peak of savagery. Your mouth fills with straw and you begin alternating between asphyxiation and hyperventilation as you try to scream and breathe all the while being rocked around like a sexual rag doll. "Yes! Yes!" you shout, lost in your own madness. "Bunny good! Bunny...baby...good! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Your gibberish turns into gasping screams as your body begins to shudder and convulse under the effects of the powerful orgasm. Everything turns electric and every bit of pain and pleasure if felt a thousand fold, your mind just turning white as your eyes begin to roll back in your head. It feels like the only thing keeping you conscious right now is Sir's tight grip on your hair. But even through all the lightning and pain you feel it, the surge of precious, life giving warmth surging into your body as Sir roars out.

"RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAGGHHHHHH!" he bellows, not like the meek mewling you offered up, but the primal roar of a savage king of beasts. He lets go of your hair and your face flops helplessly down, you're too weak to even raise it yourself right now. Instead he now seizes your hips with both hands, pressing your snatch tight against him as he ejaculates wildly into your hot core. Even your insides and pleasure seem to bow before him now, as it feels like your walls are striving to milk him for every drop, the very spasms of your own orgasm begging him to fill you up. "RRRRRRRRRRAAAGHHHHHH!" he roars again, mauling your ass with his strong fingers. His shouts and grip scare you, making you feel even smaller and making him seem even bigger. Insensible as you are, that fear only heightens your primal pleasure and you mewl in devoted submission, your soft ass wriggling in his grip. You are such a lucky little prey to have been captured and bred by a strong predator like Sir.