Human Heat

Just about the last person I expected to see tonight, again, was Leona. But there she is, in my doorway in a t-shirt and jeans, hair still wet from a shower, and looking at me with some mix of pain and anger that puts me on guard. It dawns on me that this is the first outfit I’ve seen her in without one of her tight sports bras: her nipples are tack-hard and tenting her thin shirt. Her hair and eyes glisten in the motion-activated light of my front lawn as she leads with, “Whatever you did... take it off.”

“Can you... narrow that down for me?”

“You... prick,” she half-moans as her legs squeeze together.

Oooh... wow. I mean I thought Primal Urge would take at least 24 hours to activate, but... I guess it counts it from when she last took someone's cum? So last evening... huh. And here we are. “Come in, we'll talk about it-”

“N-No,” she shakes her head, fearful, “I-I... can't.”

“You can't? I think you can.”

“I'm... this is taking everything I... j-just, aren't the... stupid games enough? Shut it off, for fuck's sake, I can't even sit down for dinner like this,” she whimpers in a way that somehow just... begs me to fuck her.

Focus, Dave. “Well... describe it to me.”

“W-What?”

“I need to know what you're talking about to help you,” I explain as I step backwards into my house, giving her more room to walk in while also giving me space to pull up her hotkeys in Custom Girls. She hugs herself, almost as if to keep her hands from roaming. So this is what a human in heat looks like, huh? Awkward as it’s making Leona, the sheer lust and want rolling off of her makes me wish I could copy it to others.

“You're... messing with me.”

“I genuinely don't know what you're asking for. First you come to my house uninvited--again--and you make all these demands about the games, and I get the whole family thing but now...”

“I'm... God damn it-” Leona's resistance breaks at least at one point: she quickly steps in, slams the door behind her, and stares me down anew. “I'm so fucking... horny, god damn it, and all I can think about right now is fucking you and... fuck, is anyone else here?”

“Just my sister.”

“Shit...” She can't take her eyes off me though... nor can she resist flicking her eyes downward now and again. She always reverses herself, but I catch it every time: her gaze wandering to my crotch, the source of the **** she needs right now.

“And what?” I tease.

“What?”

“You just want to me fuck me and... something else?”

She wants him to fill her with his seed. She wants him to impregnate her with a whole litter of babies, and her nipples ache in want of having babies hanging from them. Her newly-virgin birth canal twitches and aches to be filled with potent cum, and her womb practically churns in her mind with a need to fulfill its arousing purpose... but she dares not utter a word of it. She is clenched by this want with the same **** that fear grabs hold of her, fear that she will never again know a waking moment where she isn't thinking about being bred as soon and as often as possible, be it by Dave or literally any virile male she can come across.

She doesn't tell me... but I can guess. I carelessly drop my Vita onto the couch; I doubt I’ll be needing it after all. “I think I know what you need... and don't worry, we'll keep it between us,” I offer as empathically as I can manage, earning a hesitant sigh of relief from my trembling lover... at least until I start undoing my pants.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Well, it looks like you're going to need your dose every day to avoid this... condition. I mean think about it: you got one Hell of a dose just over a day ago,” I casually explain as my pants and boxers hit the floor, “and now you're here, craving it like a...” Don't say dog, Dave, you might as well call her a bitch in heat at that point. “... Eh, you know what I mean.”

“F... Fuck... y...” She can't even finish her words as my erect cock comes into plain view. Her trembling body inches towards me in resisted steps, but her eyes can't leave the object of her idolatry. “Damn it…” Her resistance becomes her trying to not fall to her knees and a bit of drool glistening at the corner of her mouth until she sucks it back in.

“Take off your clothes,” I order, and she obeys with barely a whimper, carefully removing her layers until all that remains are panties so soaked that they cling to the cleft of her eager sex. Humiliated and barely able to contain herself, she finally drags that slippery mess down with a string of lubrication stretching between it and her pussy until it finally breaks. Her clothes now in a messy pile, Leona stands wearing nothing but socks and her cock-thirsty expression; she doesn’t even bother taking her eyes off my crotch at this point.

“Please… me.” She strangles the middle word, but we both know what she’s asking for.

I step towards her, and she spins around on her hands and knees as she bends over with her ass high. Her sopping cleft invites me in, and I oblige by picking her up by her waist and, with her weightless mass, flopping her onto the arm of the couch so our crotches are at level. She squeals and whines until I mercilessly thrust into her, hilting inside and remaining there as I feel her sex twitch and squeeze at me. I barely feel the regrown hymen; she just comes and bucks as my title delivers its promise.

“God, yes… yes…!” she mewls and cries as animal satisfaction overpowers the last vestiges of pride she could cling to. Her face down in my cushions and her giant ass in my grip, I proceed to mercilessly pound into her, making her ass cheeks clap with every vicious pump. Something in her disposition invokes a bit of ferocity in me, or maybe I just needed to “punish” her, but whatever the cause I end up reveling in this almost violent fucking.

But I’m still not the one enjoying it the most. Soon Leona’s cries devolve into “yes,” “fuck,” and little else as she comes to my immature rutting. Shameful as her current position is, she dares not correct it as she drools onto my couch and squeezes her tits.

I pull out, earning a begging cry that ceases once I flip her over and rest her ass on the couch armrest before slamming back into her. Her awkward position now, relative to the action, leaves her arching backwards with her breasts blocking my view of her shameful, lost expression. Her legs dangle and jerk about to either side of me as I drive her over again to the sopping noise of our union, my hands gripping her waist while I pump her with far more **** than needed. She moans and all but applauds the **** as her body recognizes the promise building inside of me.

The room grows hot with my efforts and her satisfaction as we both begin to sweat. I didn’t think about how annoying cleaning the couch is going to end up being, and I still don’t care right now: I’m going to creampie this trembling, orgasming mess, just like she wants me to.

But I want to hear it. I thrust into her and lift her by her back until she’s riding me instead of the couch. We’re face to face now, her breasts resting just beneath my chin before I look up at her. Her eyes are unfocused, mouth covered in drool, and her **** little pants don’t cease yet. She barely manages to swallow her excess spit before I taunt her, “If you want my cum so badly, you need to beg for it. If you don’t-”

I don’t even get to finish. Her legs lock under my rump as she starts gyrating onto my cock, squeezing with muscles I didn’t expect her to have trained, and kissing my talking mouth until my muffled speech gets tongue-fucked. She withdraws only in gasps as she whispers into my mouth, “Come inside me. Give me your baby. Make me a mother. Do it, fill me, come inside, daddy, please, I need it, won’t you come inside? I’m so hot, please-!”

The mix of her speed and gyrating and… God, those words, those words set my brain on fire as my body trembles and- shit, I’m coming, I can’t keep it back-!

I grip her as I groan and anchor our waists together, filling her with seed and what I know to be a false promise of impregnation. But the illusion is there for both of our animal brains, satiated, pleased… except for her who, now finally cured of her “condition,” parts from our embrace long enough to stare me in the eye with an exhausted mix of ecstasy and anger. “I… don’t want to get pregnant.”

I stare at her for a moment before I fall into a giggling, moaning fit and hug her again.

“I’m serious,” she moans, but I don’t bother hearing her as I resume my pumping. She doesn’t kick me off, either.