Afterglow

You feel Peter pressed against your hips while he finishes inside you, emptying almost every drop of his semen into your waiting fertile womb. Some escapes around the barbs, a warm drool leaking from your pussy as evidence of your breeding. Panting, you slowly come down from the orgasm, feeling his barbs locked inside, holding his cock against your cervix. You will be pregnant by weeks end, and honestly, even as you begin to come to your senses, you knew you wanted this, wanted Peter to sire your first litter.

"Oh Peter," you say softly, purring in pleasure while he remains impaled in your pussy. "Thank you. I don't regret asking you over, asking you to breed me."

Peter leaned in, nuzzling you. "I'm not done yet Tabs. You have an entire week of heat, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't wag that cute tail, till you lay in my bed between fucks, unable to move, cum dripping from your pussy, an orgasmic mess." He smiled, something in his voice though giving you pause, "I'm going to claim you Tabs. This tom is going to collar his queen, no males will touch you when I'm done. Only cock you'll get is mine, fucking litter after litter into you."