Make You Pregnant

The words stumbled from Blaze's throat, as if dragged from her. "All the women I've met...known...fucked. I've waited for one that would give herself to me freely, of her own will. I want to do more than just make my mark. I want to knock you up. I want to fuck you so hard you'll know of it, always. Something permanent, that you can't walk away from. Like a scar on the soul that won't ever heal."

The shemale shuddered, and Lois drew her close, pressing against those tits, grinding her hips against that great fat dick she was impaled on.

"That's what I want too," Lois said. "But that's not all, is it? Tell me. Tell me what you want me to be."

"B-big. Big and round." The shemale said, still seeming to dredge the words up from deep within. "I want to see what I've done to you, over the weeks and months. To see that belly bulge, those tits swell with milk and the nipples darken, to see who you were disappear into who you are...to claim you, to change you body and mind...no, not to claim you..."

"You want it freely given," Lois whispered hoarsely. She was riding Blaze now, lifting her cunt on and off the shemale, a couple inches at a time. The reporter might have been the one being penetrated, but there was no question anymore about who was being fucked. "You don't want to do that against my will, though you could. That would be ****." She slammed her snatch down, grinding her labia into those taut swollen balls. "You want to be a motherfucker. You want me to ask for this, to beg for it."

Lois bounced on the shemale's length, Blaze's hips righting up to meet her, causing those swollen orbs to swing, "How many little whores have you played this game with? How many have you actually knocked up with that bitchmaker, You can't tell me I'm your first." She felt Blaze begin to hump her. "Or maybe you just like pregnant women. Like to pump your ridiculous dick into them while holding their big swollen stomachs, wishing it had been you that had emptied your balls into them all those months ago."

"Y-yes!" Blaze said, and Lois gasped at the sudden surge of heat and power as the shemale's cock pumped into her faster and faster, the strokes getting shorter and shorter. "An endless parade of empty conquests...broken, useless cunts...but never one that would accept it...all afraid of the consequences...or oblivious to them...none of them were ever fired by the idea...none of them wanted it...wanted me..."

Lois leaned back, and they kissed—long and hard and deep, tongue-against-tongue, and the reporter swore she could feel the pulse of her mate's heart through the spear of flesh that joined them. Blaze tasted like rotten eggs and old tobacco, like musk and old gym sweat. Lois wondered if she sucked her own dick with that mouth, while thinking about all the women she'd liked to knock up...

"I do," she whispered, as fervent as a marriage vow, when they broke the kiss. "Do it now."