Knocking Up The Harem Girls

While he had already impregnated sixteen of his girls - Cersei, Liara, Shulkie, Brigitte, Arya, Sansa, Urbosa, Zatanna, Wanda, Jean, Storm, Mercy, Pharah, Ana, Mary Jane, and Raven - and they really couldn’t have the honour of being first, Rob still thought it was only right he begin his breeding spree with his first two slaves.

“I shouldn’t be too surprised…” Tifa grunted in time to the rhythmic thrusts of Rob’s cock. She was bent over and taken from behind, Rob watching her massive tits swing and bounce as her body shook from the deep dicking she was taking. “After the incident, what was it that you said to us? You wanted to ‘breed us like racehorses’?”

“Damn right, babe!” Rob said, jovially, giving Tifa a stiff smack on the butt. “And you’re something like a prized thoroughbred. A stunningly beautiful creature, a peak specimen of your species. Built for performance and, eventually, put out to stud to create more of you.”

Tifa felt oddly proud about the comment, even as she groaned and used her arms to brace herself from Rob’s assault. “And that would make someone like Nami a…?”

“A show horse. Just as beautiful and valuable, but not a performer. Not an athlete.” Rob finishes, glancing across the room to the variant of himself atop Nami, fucking a baby into her greedy womb.

“Hmm, hell yeah I am. I’m so pretty I’m priceless!” Nami cried from across the room, beaming from the compliments and affection, squirming beneath Rob as he continued to pump into her pussy. “Well, I don’t know about having a baby, but at least there’s plenty of fun in the making of…”

“Don’t worry, Nami, I thought of everything.” Rob tensed out, thrusting deeper and deeper before finally releasing his seed, flooding Nami’s womb and breaking her mind. “Your body may change, but it will go back to normal soon enough. It will be the safest, easiest pregnancy there is. I’ll even set up a system so you don’t have to raise your girl personally, if you don’t want to.”

“Hehehehe…” Was all Nami could say, her brains temporarily melted to goo from the pleasure of the baby-making orgasm. She spasmed and twitched, cross-eyed and drooling, even as the brand asserted itself onto her flesh.

“I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to raise your daughter, sir.” Aerith commented, both to the Rob fucking Nami and her own Rob, balls deep in her twat. She and Robin were both pinned up against a wall, side-by-side, holding hands and panting while their Robs ravaged them. “We’ll be carrying a part of you inside of us and we’ll always have that connection over the life we made, together…” A sweet and dreamy smile came to Aerith’s face, held for a second, before turning several degrees naughtier. “And, it’ll mean many more hot pieces of ass around to fuck. I can’t wait to get my hands on Tifa’s little girl~”

“It’ll also provide a valuable learning experience.” Nico Robin said, her normally smooth and sensuous voice a high, quavering tone, as her over-fucked pussy convulsed in joy. As she felt Rob was moment away from depositing his seed in her and claiming her body as his own. “I imagine you’ll want to fuck and breed all the students I’ll be attending.”

“Correct as always, Robin.” Her Rob said with an eager grin and an eye towards the future. “Every slut me and Jean are recruiting, plus every slut I make with you girls will be destined to be my slave, my lover, and my baby mama.” He then placed his lips up to her ears and growled. “Even this one I’m fucking into you, right now.”

Robin blushed and moaned, her hips bucking, as Rob continued to slam into her. “Oh my… mmm, yes. In that case, I will be perfectly equipped to educate my students and my children. First-hand experience of what it’s like to be a mindless broodmare for your majestic cock and divine seed. And of what it’s like to raise a daughter knowing she’ll grow up to be a submissive incest whore for her father.”

A chain reaction started, as the Robs urged themselves to cum, first inside Robin, then Aerith, and then Tifa, filling them up and branding them like chattel. “God damn, I love it when you talk dirty, Robin…” He said to her after releasing her, letting her slump to the floor, excess cum spilling from her pussy, as she happily stroked the glowing mark on her crotch.

Rob was never going to get tired of doing that - fucking a baby into his slaves - or seeing that - visual representation of the life he created and that he fully claimed his slaves in a measure beyond mere ownership.

The four Robs coalesced back into one, who looked beyond the room and to the others. They were far from the only Robs out and about today - he had summoned dozens of hims for this day, this purpose. The four of them had first encountered the empty wombs that were Tifa, Aerith, Nami, and Robin, pairing off even as the others boiled forth with vim and vigour.

Before this Rob vanished to join back with the original, he smirked and chuckled, admiring his handiwork. Aerith and Robin cuddling and kissing together in the aftermath of coitus. Nami lounging languidly on the floor, scooping semen out of her snatch and into her mouth. Tifa was still able to be upright, slinking behind him to embrace him, resting her breasts on the back of his head.

Small potatoes, compared to the storm of hedonism his other selves had unleashed on the harem.

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Under normal circumstances, Rob would be upset to ruin Zarya’s supremely sexy muscular, Amazonian physique.

Fortunately, he was no longer under normal circumstances.

As Rob laid down and Zarya bounced up and down on his cock, swearing and moaning in Russian, sweating running down her body and collecting along the grooves of her defined, supple abs, Zarya would not be forced to give up this body to carry his child. Lose it all and be forced to gain it back, only to lose it again when Rob decided it was time for the Russian muscle-slut to become a mommy all over again.

He was sure that was what she would want, but more importantly, that’s what he wants, and thanks to MJ and her new powers, he would get everything he wanted.

Yes, MJ had come with this Rob on his mission, thrilled that he ended up with Zarya. As Zarya rode cowgirl on Rob’s bucking bull, MJ pressed herself up against the nude bodybuilder, kissing her and groping her and taking long laps of her flushed skin, her green eyes wide and full of lust and desire.

“You know, while I’m happy to have you here, you could have just stayed behind with Wanda and Zatanna.” Rob noted to MJ, her hands all over Zarya’s tattooed, muscular form.

“And miss this? No way!” MJ fired back, grinning at Rob, as he furrowed his brow in concentration, bucking his hips and filling Zarya up. “I’m brand new and I want to see my man at work. Plus…” MJ’s grin turned saucy. Her fingers danced on her own brand as Zarya’s came into existence, before the redhead’s hand dove into her own pussy. “It’s fun watching you knock up all these knockouts you’ve collected.”

Rob blinked before chuckling. MJ was originally characterized as “the party girl” and even through the decades she was always flirtatious, vivacious, and affectionate. Rob had seen those traits on steroids as he pushed her further and further into his lewd world and now, with her morals broken and with unimaginable power at her fingertips, it seemed that MJ was fully embracing her role in the harem and her overt sexuality.

If Rob didn’t get that, then MJ happily supplied him with further evidence by touching Zarya and unleashing her powers on the newly impregnated woman. In the blink of an eye, Zarya’s breasts grew from respectable to outrageous, giant fleshy globes that would put most women to shame, now swaying freely from her chest.

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“Bozhe moy!” Zarya gulped, staring at her new tits. Or maybe the brand burned onto her flesh. Or both. Who’s to say?

MJ gave a cat’s smile before hefting Zarya’s new assets, sighing happily. “Hell yeah. Muscle mommies like Zarya need big, fat tits…” Rob looked at her. “What?”

“You just called her a ‘muscle mommy’.” Rob pointed out. “You know the term ‘muscle mommy’!”

“I copied your knowledge of pop culture.” MJ said with a smirk, before taking a long lick across one of Zarya’s tits. “And I had been watching a lot of porn before last night. You’re the one to blame for turning me into a huge pervert.” Her smirk deepend, emerald eyes glinting with glee and mischief in equal measure. “Or, maybe I was also a huge slut and you just unleashed the real me…”

Oh, yeah. Rob was right on the money about MJ and her new attitude. And he absolutely loved it.

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One other change Rob made via his three all-powerful slave queens was to make it so he and his slaves could interbreed regardless of species or origin. It was something he overlooked in the heat of the moment and considering how many slaves he had of non-human origin (and how many more he intended to acquire), was something that needed to be addressed.

Yes, he got Liara pregnant in the first wave of his unleashed breeding fetish, but that’s because the Asari were total sluts down to the genetic level, able to reproduce with any species and any biological sex or gender. Something like, say, a Twilek or Togruta didn’t have that convenient, genetic quirk.

And, also, while Rob would be happy with getting his daughters off of his girls, he didn’t want to stop there. He wanted and got first dibs on their wombs, but he also wanted his slaves to start making babies with each other down the line, and seeing what wondrous and gorgeous cross-breed non-human slaves he could make was one of the main reasons for that desire.

But for now, he would settle for the simple satisfaction of getting his first set of xenosluts knocked up - Talon, Ahsoka, Barriss, and Ney-Ney.

(And, yes, a Rob did pay a visit to Amelia and Cynthia in Thailand, paying them an intimate visit after another day of their mission)

“OOOOOH YAY! Ney-Ney’s gonna be a mommy! Ney-Ney gonna give Robbie lotsa kitties to play with!”

“Oh my god, look at her! She’s so cute and stupid and fluffy!”

As Ney-Ney was getting the first of many (many, many) Na’vi daughters pumped into her, MJ was freaking out over her cuddly, bimbo body and her bodacious bimbo-tits, cuddling with her and nuzzling her silken blue fur.

“She’s like a big, fluffy, stupid dog.” MJ noted of Ney-Ney. “With huge tits. That we can fuck!”

“Yeah, pretty lady! Ney-Ney loves to fuck and party!”

And now, with MJ and the other’s reality-warping, infinite powers, girls like Ney-Ney and the other aliens could go out and about in public, a magical censor placed around them that would prevent normal people from freaking out. For Ney-Ney, that meant she could hit the clubs and post on social media to her heart’s content, like the material girl that she was.

Elsewhere on the floor, Talon lay on her back, arched up, and writhing and squirming. Her body simply refused to stay still with the amount of pleasure she was feeling, mouth open wide in rapturous bliss, her intense golden eyes wide and feverish, as her beloved Master fucked her for all it was worth.

When the brand appeared, pink ethereal light contrasted against her blood red skin and black tattoos, her Rob smirked and commented, “Well, Talon, you’re about as unlikely a mother as any other girl. How do you feel about me knocking you up?”

“I love it, Master!” Talon rasped, her voice thick and hoarse from all the screaming and moaning, but her tone was nothing less than exultant. “To know that me and my fellow slaves are nothing more than breeding stock for you. To know that we create life not for love or for procreation, but simply for the pleasure of it. Hmm~ That the child I carry will one day be in the exact same position as me? It is so sinful and decadent that I feel as if I am drowning in hedonism!” Her lithe, sensual body rose in a slithering motion, pressing up against Rob, hands around his neck. A hot kiss was planted on his neck as she moaned once more. “I wish to personally oversee her training and corruption, so that she may best service you, Master.”

Barriss was already knocked up, already carrying her and Rob’s child, soon-to-be the first Mirailan born on Earth. But Barriss was not finished today. Rob was still driving his rock-hard cock deep into Ahsoka’s cunt, and the sight of her girlfriend being ravaged and impregnated sent her heart aflame. Barriss embraced Rob from behind, one arm tightly crossed around his chest, while her fingers pumped at her own pussy, gushing with juices even after being abused just like Ahsoka was.

“Master, Master, Master…” Barriss whispered into Rob’s ear, barely audible over the sound of his flesh slapping against Ahsoka’s sumptuous orange skin. “Do you have any idea how much you drive me crazy when you rape Ahsoka like this? Watching the two people I love the most rut like animals? I love it, and I love you Ahsoka…”

“A-a-ah… yes! But I love the Master more!” Ahsoka’s high, quavering voice replied, semen spilling from her swollen pussy and splattering down at her feet. “I love him more than anything, because he’s the only one who can give me a child. Not like stupid xeno-dykes like us could ever make babies…”

Barriss shut her eyes, fingers furiously working at her nethers. Her lips parted in a long, lyrical groan. “Yessssss…. I do too. I love Master more than anything. He brought us together. He saved us. He’s giving us children. He’s my everything…”

The two ex-Jedi turned girlfriends were soon collapsed in a heap on the floor, orange and green skin spattered with cum, sixty-nining each other while rubbing their breeding brands, drunkenly moaning about how much they loved Rob. They would not be the only lovers who would go through this exact same ritual today - denouncing their partner, proclaiming their love for Rob, and happily welcoming the proof of said love for both themselves and their lover.

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Amongst Rob’s harem, there were those meant to be moms, because they were in their canon…

Rob hit the clinic, finishing the job done by putting a baby in Rio, all while under the adoring watch of Mercy and the Amaris. Maybe he would have her name the girl “Miley” or "Maya". Maybe he would have Wanda give her spider-powers. He doubted his wish would bring in any genderbent characters - perhaps a bridge too far even for his broad desire for broads - but maybe now was the time to indulge in some gender-swapping antics.

Ooh! Maybe he could force her and Gwen Stacy to hook up. Oh, wouldn’t that be cute?

Then, there were some destined to be mothers because Rob had altered their minds and desires…

Rob had Chun-Li in a full mating press, her world famous legs kicked up in the air, her even more famous thighs squeezed tightly about him. She was deliriously happy that Rob was giving her the daughter she always dreamt up, happy to the point of tears. Not that Rob could see them. Brigitte had decided to park her massive posterior over Chun-Li’s face, forcing the Chinese housewife to lap up Brigitte’s already pregnant pussy.

“Oh, this is simply wonderful!” Brigitte prattled on over Rob’s grunting and Chun-Li’s muffled moans. “I am so happy for you, Chun-Li! You’ll find motherhood to be such a pleasant dream, especially with Robbie here taking care of us and the babies. Oh, I just can’t wait to have a belly the size of a house, mincing about with my voluptuous form and baby bump, glowing with maternal pride. We’ll look so good together. And of course, our girls will be the best of friends! We’ll teach them how to be proper ladies. How to cook, how to clean, how to serve their man, how to obey…”

Yet others were clearly poor mother material, but had this new role foisted upon them via the whims of their Master.

Sombra sighed and sank into the bed. Master somehow was always the best of fuck of her life, every new performance topping the old one. This time was no exception. Her entire body had that good, satisfying soreness to it, while her brain swimmed with endorphins. The only regret she had was the new piece of ink on her body. The one glowing with supernatural light.

Rob read her harsh grimace and shrugged. “Sorry, hot stuff, but I’m not making exceptions. Every gal gets a baby. Except for Izu, she’s a robot. Well, I guess I could have one of the girls give her an organic womb, but… nah. We’ll hold off on it for now.”

“Hey, don’t read too much into it. I’m a brainwashed fuckslave, jefe. My opinion means jack shit.” Sombra said, one long nail lazily tracing the curvature of the skull’s horns. “‘Sides, you said we have an accelerated cycle? Only three months? That’s nothing. Plus, I can just dump the kid on Brigitte or something. Whatever you did to her, she definitely seems the maternal type now.”

Rob reached over and grabbed onto one of her inflated breasts, pinching an erect nippled between two fingers. Sombra’s back arched slightly, a hissing breath escaping her teeth. “And that’s exactly why I waited until I had all my ducks in a row. We’ll have the perfect support system lined up. I’m not gonna cramp anyone’s style with my fetish here.

“Now, seeing as you’re my ‘brainwashed fuckslave’, how about you lick my cock clean, eh puta?”

Sombra gave a toothy grin. She may not be the mother-type, but she was thankful that baby-making involved such raucous sex.

And yet still, there were those that motherhood was an odd fit, but had the resources to flourish with it. Possibly even grow into it.

Asami and Korra were both bent over at the waist, wrists seized from behind, pressed up against one another, sloppily making out as their titanic tits clashed up one another in time to Rob’s deep thrusting. The flawless snow white flesh of Asami’s bust was so massive it threatened to consume and swallow the dark teak of Korri’s not-insubstantial breasts.

“Ah, fuck, fuck yes, fucky my slutty hole, Master…” Korri moaned, her words half swallowed by her own thick tongue and Asami’s lips. “Knock me up like Shulkie! I’m a slut, I’m a whore. I meant to be fucked, used, bred…”

“Hehehehe… I never thought I would enjoy watching my slutty little girlfriend getting a baby pounded into her, but that slutty face you’re making is such a good luck for you, dear…” Asami chuckled even as her own body trembled, thighs clenching together, as Rob sent an earthquake ripping through her. “And I guess having your and Shulkie’s brats around means I get more help around the house and more bimbos to play with…”

“That’s the spirit, Asami!” Rob cheered on. “Don’t treat having my kid as a responsibility, but an opportunity!”

“An opportunity to surround myself with many more beautiful, fawning little sluts.” Asami moaned, in utter agreement with her owner. “Fuck… we could make so many kids, we could probably staff all of Slutter with just our brood…”

“We could, but I would feel bad for all your employees that would get laid off…”

“I’ll be sure to give them a nice severance package and a good recommendation.” Asami was quick to note. “And I’ll let them fuck one of my holes on the way out.”

Rob grinned as he released himself into Asami. Having an office full of his girls working for Asami did sound like fun. Maybe it was time to expand Asami’s duties…

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Rob paid a visit to the whorehouse that was the local police precinct. When he finally got his vacuous police piggies to stop guzzling the cum of the locals, he lined them up and filled them up, too. Just because they were empty-headed free-us whores, didn’t mean they also didn't deserve the gift of his daughters.

Though, to highlight the point, he did bring a newly impregnated Samus to oversee the festivities, to show these bitches what could happen to their lives if they moved up the hierarchy.

All too eager to obey, they lined up and presented their whorish pussies to their Master. Caitlyn and Vi were happily chatting about watching each other’s lesbian twats get knocked up by Rob’s seed. Ada and Lara professed they never thought about having kids, but were happy to have Rob’s, and Jill and Claire were busy dreaming about what future their kids would have. If they would join them in the police force or if there was another role in the harem they could serve.

“Ah, sir, a question.” Lana asked, knees knocking together as excess baby batter spilled out of her gaping cunt. “Will we still be required to go out on patrol while pregnant? While showing our big baby bellies and almost near term?”

“Of course! What kind of dumb ass question was that, you stupid tit?” Rob roared in faux-indignity to his former tormentor.

“It was a dumb ass question asked by a dumb ass whore, sir!” Lana replied, snappily and professionally, not bothered by the insult in the slightest.

“Good. Least you’re smart enough to know how dumb you are.” Rob then addressed all seven hookers in blue. “You’ll all be working through your pregnancy as normal. You’ll tell your clients you’re knocked up if they ask. And if they don’t want your impregnated cunts, then you’ll offer them your ass, mouth, or tits, or anything else they want. Because what you want doesn’t matter, only what the citizens need.”

But while one Rob was berating the police, another clone of him had the ultimate prize in his hands. He pumped into the soaking snatch of Carmelita Fox, thrilled to be breeding the one furslut in his harem (Amelia was an alien first and foremost, she didn’t quite count). He craved for more sexy, anthropomorphic women like Carmelita, but right now, he would settle for his foxy police bimbo to provide him many, many kits to play with in the future.

“And you especially, Carmelita, you bitch! Hnng! You vixen!” Rob grunted as he fucked a litter into her. He would have to make it so that his fursluts gave birth in batches like real animals. “You’re gonna be knocked up all the time in order to give me dozens and dozens of sexy fox girls! Do you hear me!?”

“Yes, sir, Master! I hear and obey!” Carmelita drooled, voice thick and sloshy. “I’m just happy to be useful for once in my worthless life. The police are only good for one thing and only meant to serve!”

All seven other women stood straight up, snapping to attention and saluting Rob. Their empty smiles were almost as bright and shiny as the brands on their bellies.

“Sir, yes sir! The police serve and obey! We are happy to service and obey you and the city!”

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On this day, if a person logged onto Slutter’s SlutStream function, the top stream all day was from the infamous DragonWhore, the livestream and VOD and clips all proclaiming “WATCH AS MASTER BREEDS ME!!!!!”

Thousands of people logged on to the social media app to watch as Rob impregnated Daenerys, her legs tucked up to her shoulders and held in a full nelson, bouncing up and down on his cock. He went unnamed throughout the stream, only ever being addressed by the moniker of “Master”, with his head out of frame, and Dany’s mic only picking up her voice and her moans, as she was bucked and fucked mercilessly.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK!!! YESSSS!!!! THIS IS WHAT WOMEN WERE MADE FOR!!! TAKING COCK AND CUM AND SPITTING OUT BABIES! LADIES LADIES - nrrrrrrg! LADIES! LET YOUR MAN BREED YOUR LIKE A BEAST! AHAHAHA!!! I’M SO HAAAAAPPPPPY!”

With her make-up running from tears of joy, tongue lolling out, Daenery no longer looked like the proud princess trying to rebuild her dynasty, nor the imperious dominatrix attempting to set back women’s rights by centuries. She looked like a slut. A total and utter slut. A look only enhanced by the brand seared across her skin.

Of course, Daenerys didn’t actually get knocked up on stream. Rob ploughed her beforehand and then decided to show-off his newest broodmare to the world, pounding his cock into her greedy cunt for hours and hours, a live sex show to end all live sex shows.

And surely, during and after the stream - after it entered Slutter lore and the VOD became one of the most popular videos on the site - more than a few couples were “inspired” by Daenerys and Rob to make some babies of their own…

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Rob had not visited the former Jean Grey School and future Rob Daily Academy since his conquest of the X-Women, preferring to let Jean and his intermediaries deal with the day-to-day of expanding the school and getting it ready for the hundreds of young sluts that would one day call it’s halls their home. But, he had already made two babies on his first visit, so it was time to finish the set and put a daughter in the waiting wombs of Mystique, Emma, Pyslocke, and Rogue.

Plus, now that he had infinity on his side, he could fix Rogue’s pesky death-by-skin-contact problem.

Rob took Rogue’s virginity. Rob felt overwhelmed by how tight and perfect her untouched, virginal pussy felt. Rob destroyed the poor girl, not used to the rigour of sex and especially ignorant in the kind of wild, merciless sex Rob took part in. He was certain she orgasmed twice in a row just after he stuck it in. He was pretty sure she passed out not even five minutes in. He continued to fuck her unconscious, twitching form long after that. It was all okay. Rogue would build her stamina and become a perfect fuckdoll. She was far too beautiful not too.

The other fared far better, Rob setting up so that Emma and Mystique were forced to eat out the already-bred holes of Jean and Storm. Jean revelled in having that edge over Emma, smirking at her rival and grinding her muff into the proud blonde’s face. She was such a bad bitch. Rob loved her and he loved having her in this role.

“Aren’t you glad you have this fine Asian body to have my baby, Psy?” Rob said to Psylocke, refusing to acknowledge her identity as Betsy Braddock.

“Ah, yes, my lord… it is much better than my old one.” Betsy moaned, one leg forced up in the air and arched around her neck. “I am sure that with Kwannon’s stolen genes, I will give you many beautiful children.”

“Asian chicks are the best.” Rob said, even though he also thought white, black, brown, and alien chicks were also the best. “But we have to make sure that they have proper Japanese names and are indoctrinated in the culture you stole when you stole this body. A culture of respect, obedience, and subservience.”

“Yes, my lord, you're absolutely right. My daughters will be beautiful, slutty Asian girls, properly submissive and obedient to the man in their life…”

And Rob did not do this in private, no. He gathered an audience for this breeding session, with all ten X-Girl in attendance, watching as their new Master bred their teachers, knowing this would be their eventual fate, too.

They all sat perfectly still at their desks, eyes wide and empty, mouths formed into tiny Os, so small they almost looked closed. Even as she was being eaten out, Jean had her psychic tendrils in the minds of her students, bending them to her will, keeping them mesmerized and compliant as their Master put on a show.

“Now, remember girls, Master won’t be breeding you today.” Jean instructed the girls, from Jubilee to Magik and everyone in between. “This is your reward for graduation. Once you become a proper slut, Master will pump a baby into your young, fertile bodies. And you want that, don’t you? You want to become brainwashed baby making machines for the Master, don’t you?”

“Yes, Headmistress, we want that.” The girls all droned in perfectly synchronized chorus, puppets dancing on Jean’s strings. “We want to become sluts. We want to become rewarded. We want to be Master’s brainwashed Mutant baby making machines. We hear and obey.”

An ear-to-ear grin formed on Rob’s face. Not just from Jean’s abuse of her powers and the trust the students had in her. Not just their empty faces and mindless droning. Not even the four kids he just made. But just knowing the fact that elsewhere, another version of him was giving another set of schoolgirls this exact reward…

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So we're finally here. A goal of Rob and a moment for the story that has been hyped up for quiet some time, close to a hundred chapters aaaaaand... it's okay.

Yeah I'm not super thrilled with this one or the next two, since it mostly consists of "and then Rob fucked this girl and got her pregnant" times sixty. And my sex scenes are still not very good and there's little variation to be offered so it all just sort of falls flat.