Ignore Mudd & Take Kelly

On the iron door shut to the back room, I threw Kelly Bishop over a temporary metal table. “Ooommmppphhh!!!…” You prayed the noise failed to carry through into the store… much.

Kelly's arms flail out at first, inadvertently knocking what boxes were on the table off of it. She struggles to grab the edges of the table. “Yes, fuck me. Master.”

I pull the tight black yoga pants and sexy Victoria Secret panties down Kelly's buttocks half way, before kicking her legs out wide putting her in a **** position.

I knew the fae must be close to done from how much sexual heat and desire is resonating in Kelly's panting. “Fuck… yyyeeesss mmmaaasssdddeeerrr” She whimpers as I stretch her vagina out within her abdomen as I slide my veiny blood-engorged cucumber deep within her banana split. I can see her lips forming a wide oval as I drive her immediately into an orgasm.

After several minutes of jackhammering into Kelly's tight love box, I feel the tingle of my fae, TD, return to my mind. He is swearing every half second about the effort…

That is until, the fae gets overwhelmed with how much endorphins flooding my body from fucking this tight fertile teenage girl such as a bitch in heat. He immediately stopped in mid rant and I could almost feel his section of my mind twitch and shudder, if you could call it that. The sensation is difficult to describe with words accurately.

‘Oh fuck yeah… pound that bitch. She'll act as she normally does but tricks and treats you as a vampire god. It took a lot of fucking work but…’ Another shuddering tingling travels down your spine and into your balls making you almost release your load right there.

Insuring Kelly has her climax first before I seed her fertile garden is higher on my priority list than my own. So I concentrate on baseball statistics as I plow her rich soil and mentally talk with the fae. TD continued before I could say anything though.

‘You were right old fucking man… I'll try to remember what you said about the teenager, which strangely you are right about as well. I am unsure how you knew.

‘The bitc- Miss Bishop, is abundantly compelled to be truthful with you and seek your wants over her own.

‘The last part just appeared on its own like magik. I tried getting rid of the expectation, or make it irrelevant but it kept resetting itself or the entire section of her brain. I can work on it later but I could tell you are about to cum.’ I am only really comprehending every third word the fae is saying at the moment.

‘The amount of joy you are plowing through that small frame is amazingly rich that I am hardly complaining. I was tempted to switch roles because I bet she would be more amenable, but then I remembered the Porsche 911 kid such as you suggested. The rarity of an individual willing to work with me compels a small amount of loyalty from me.’ Later I may remember TD mentally chatting with me about this; But the blissful delirium from Kelly’s massaging vagina is squeezing into me through my cock abundantly overwhelms all thought.

After a few moments, amazingly enough an important question manages to grab the focus of my third eye, “Are you fertile Kelly?”

I remember Bella mentioning she just had her period and felt she was safe. Of course, the rhythm method is notoriously a faulty method for birth control.

Between rapid breaths Kelly pants, “Yes… Maaasssteeer…” She seems too close to her own climax to actually comprehend the repercussions.

The choice of where to release my seed falls to me, as I am about to release my seed. From what the fae said, Kelly will choose to do whatever I want. Yet she expects me to equitably consider her wants and despite the fae's thoughts I take that to heart.