Cowgirl Gives Birth to Your Son

Months pass, and you watch with perverse, sexual delight as Cowgirl’s belly swells with your bastard. Her 34DDD tits grow even bigger, heavy and full of milk for the calf growing inside her. The sight of Betsy's pregnant belly, ripe and fertile with your seed, makes your cock twitch with lust every time you see her.

You have your tailors design the sexiest maternity clothes from the finest silk for her, each outfit clinging to her curves and accentuating her pregnant belly. The way the fabric hugs and exposes her swollen body drives you wild with desire.

Betsy lives in your palace for the full course of her pregnancy, and you often indulge in perverse, pregnant sex with her. The Texan cheerleader is a whore at heart, and her lust for your fat cock only intensifies with her pregnancy. She craves you even while nine months pregnant, her body aching for your cock as much as you ache to fill her.

"I can feel our baby moving in my belly," the American superhero purrs one night, lying naked in bed with you, your hand possessively rubbing her heavily pregnant stomach. "It won’t be long now."

"Good," you laugh, swelling with pride at your virility, at the bastard you planted in the younger girl’s womb. You lean down and speak to your unborn child, your voice thick with command. "Your royal father is here, calf! I command you to be born healthy and strong!" Betsy chuckles, her fingers tracing circles on your chest as she listens to your arrogant declaration.

A few days later, she gives birth to your bastard in the finest, most luxurious, and opulent hospital in Al-Zahara. The calf is born strong and healthy, a boy with your genes and Betsy’s, destined to be superhuman like his mother. Your son and the newest prince of Al-Zahara.

"Bull," you decide on his name when the servants bring the newborn boy to you, wrapped in golden silk. "I name him Bull. Prince Bull bin Faisal!"

As per the contract, ninety million dollars is transferred to Betsy Monroe’s bank account for the successful birth of a strong and healthy calf. Not bad for ten months of work, more than any American college girl could ever earn while taking a year off.

Betsy leaves Al-Zahara shortly after giving birth to your bastard. "It was fun, Sultan," she chuckles, giving your cock one last playful squeeze, her touch sending a jolt of desire through you.

"I’m going to miss fucking you, girl," you admit, though your mind is already wandering to the next conquest. Betsy Monroe and you are different in age, ethnicity, gender, body shape, pretty much everything. But one thing you both share is your relentless sexual lust. You will miss her, but if you are honest, you usually grow bored of girls after they have given birth to your bastard.

Betsy leaves your son with your servants. He will be raised as a prince, by the most expensive nannies and servants in the kingdom. Though he will never know his mother, Betsy leaves her frozen breastmilk for him, enough to last him a few years at least.

Your plan is to birth ninety-nine more superhuman bastards, and your harem has no shortage of girls waiting to be fucked and knocked up. You will miss fucking Betsy, but you will enjoy fucking the others just as much, if not more.

Betsy leaves your son with your servants. He will be raised as a prince, by the most expensive nannies and servants in the kingdom. Though he will never know his mother, Betsy leaves her frozen breastmilk for him, enough to last him a few years at least. A small token of the woman who carried him, though you doubt he will ever meet her.

You do not particularly care about your bastards, and you do not care to be a father. What matters is the next girl to fuck and impregnate.

"Who do I fuck next?" you ponder lustfully, your fingers tracing the list of names before you. "November Red? Jizzebel Thorne? Domino Lady? Butterfly? Amazona?"

The possibilities are endless, and so is your lust. Your cock twitches at the thought of each one, their cunts waiting to be claimed, their wombs ready to be filled with your seed. The impregnation game is far from over. In fact, it has only just begun.