Insist on staying in the hospital

"Listen, Sara. I nearly died today. I don't feel safe leaving the hospital. Is it possible we can do it here?"

"You just want to breed me in a hospital bed?" She seems angry.

"It's a medical thing. Not exactly safe for me to leave. I could die."

"From what exactly?"

"Testiculus Crepitus? I think it was called? I need to ejaculate five times a day or else."

She rolls her eyes. "Sounds made up to me."

"Why do you think I'm in the hospital if I'm not sick?"

She pauses to think at this one. No response.

"Didn't your sister tell you about my condition?"

"She mentioned your were overflowing with sperm. I thought you were a slut and got excited. Then, when she clarified you were overproducing sperm, I got even more excited."

"Well, that's my condition. I need to stay in the hospital."

"Alright. Let me call my husband. See how he feels about this."

"Your... husband?"

"He's a gangster. He'll know how to handle this."

You realize you may have made a mistake. You evaluate your options. You're too weak to flee or fight back, and you're also too horny to die. She's already calling him.

"Hey Darling. Yeah. He doesn't want to leave the hospital. Mhm. Mhm. We could try that. Great, I'll see you in ten minutes."

"What did he say?"

"He and his boys are going to bring up a fancy bed, and spruce this place up."

Within minutes, you see two huge dudes come into the room. The old man in the room begins to protest as they push him, along with his bed into the hallway. "Go fuck yourself, old man." A nurse tries to talk to the guys, and stop them from constructing a bed. One of the dudes takes out a money clip, and hands out a wad of bills to her.

"Money solves all of your problems." he says.

Before long, you see the results of their labour. The hospital room has been transformed into a bedroom, complete with paintings, carpet, furniture, fairy lights and lit candles.

"Damn" you say, taking in the serene display. You look at one of the last gangsters in the room, who's fiddling with some sort of machine.

"I'm surprised you guys are gangsters. You should be interior designers. Or decorators."

"Some of us are. It's a tough job market, so we do this type of work for the boss while we wait to get a job in our preferred field."

"Oh."

"Me personally, I'm trying to pay off my student loans. This also gives me practical experience for my degree in political science."

"Nice." You don't really know what to say at this point. The silence goes on for a little too long.

He finally finishes, and turns the machine on. Fog and music fill the room. "Best of luck."

"Thanks." The gangster leaves, locking the door behind him.

You see two figures in the fog. Sara, and a much larger, more imposing figure. The large figure bends to kiss Sara, and then sits down in a chair.

Sara walks over, as she comes closer you see she's wearing a white lace chamise. Behind the sheer fabric you see her soft white skin, her large breasts and dark nipples. Her thick blonde pubic hair. She bends over, and you look into her deep cleavage. She whispers into your ear.

"Let's do it in the nice bed. The boys worked so hard bringing it up."

She takes your hand, and leads you to the bed. You struggle standing, but manage to make it all of the way without falling over. She turns around.

"This is what I wore during my honeymoon. Do you like it, John?"

"I do."

"And do you want me?"

"I want you."

"Show me."

You lean in, kissing Sara. Soft pecks, and then deeper, more firm kisses. You strain your legs standing, but you kiss her face, and then her neck, as she moans. She rubs her hands along your back, before pulling your shirt off. She sees your Cloud tattoo.

"Cloud huh? I can tell you're a good boy."

"I'm not that good" you say, as you start grabbing and groping her breasts. You lose your strength, and fall backwards onto the bed.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?" Sara gets on top of you. You see the worry in her eyes. She softly touches your chest. Behind her, you see the imposing figure.

"Sara." His voice is deep.

"He has a medical condition. I've talked to Irina about it. You're going to have to help him."

She gets off of you. The figure lifts you up, gently. He's very strong. His hands are very large. His face, so angular. You wonder why such a man would let you impregnate his beautiful wife. He props up your head with a pillow, and makes sure you're in a comfortable position. "Be gentle with him, Sara." He goes back into the fog. You see his shadow, standing, watching waiting. Then you hear his deep voice once again, this time, it isn't said softly.

"And if you don't fuck her well, I will kill you."

Sara unbuckles your belt, and pulls down your pants, exposing your Naruto boxers. She seems less confident. She's shaking a little.

"Sara."

"Yes, John?

"You're beautiful, and you're going to be a wonderful Mom."

She smiles. "Yes, I am."

She climbs on top of you, knees spread. She kisses you again, and you grab her scalp, softly caressing her long blonde hair. You take your other hand and begin slowly teasing her nipples. She grabs it, and brings it down to her pussy. She stops kissing you, her face is inches from yours.

"Make me feel good. I need to be warmed up."

You start rubbing her pussy, shoving your fingers past her thick blonde bush, gently rubbing her clitoris. Clockwise, counterclockwise.

"Faster." you begin to shake your fingers, and she gets off of you, straddling your waist, and looking up, closing her eyes as you bring her closer and closer to orgasm. "Ohhhh fuck" she starts squirting all over your hand. "I want your cock inside of me, right now." She pulls down your boxers, revealing your cock. She wastes no time, grabbing it and then easing it in her wet pussy.

"Come on and fuck me. Make me pregnant."

She begins to ride your cock. Her breasts bounce as she gets faster and faster. She looks into your eyes, as you grope and grab every part of her you want. Her ass, her breasts. You grab her hips and start thrusting in yourself. You can't hold it much longer.

"I'm close."

"Cum in me, John. Cum in me and make me a Mom."

You flood her womb with sperm. You feel the thick load leave your rod and fill her, letting out a loud groan. She climbs off of you, and gives you a quick kiss. "You're an excellent fuck."

"You're not so bad yourself. Let me know if you want me to make a sibling."

She starts lying on her back, legs spread and in the air.

"In this position, I have a better chance of getting pregnant."

The figure comes close to you. He rubs your shoulder. "Good man. You've done both me and Sara a good service. If there's any favour I can do for you, let me know. I am in your debt."

"If you ever need me to give my services again, let me know."

"I might ask you to perform again tonight. I know you're overproducing, and it might improve the odds."

Sara speaks up. "I think that's a great idea, honey."

"I would, but the problem is that I'm not hard enough. If you give me a few minutes, I think I can go again."

"Or maybe I could give you some help?"