Breed Me

It was a whisper, a prayer, a cry from the heart. Lois' voice was so soft that even she could hardly hear herself pronounce the words. Her whole body shook in terror and excitement, skin covered with goosebumps, heart pounding madly in her chest.

Madness is what it was. A dark fantasy, impossible in reality. if Lois had been in her own ben with any ordinary lover—or even bent over some motel mattress with a one-night stand—she would have taken the words for a bit of play. Something the sweeten the night, the terrible flirting with permanent consequences.

In her mind, Lois could hear herself mouth the words. "No! Don't! Not inside me! You'll get me pregnant! I'll be ruined!" But she couldn't bring them to her lips. Because it wasn't fantasy. There really was a third hole, where once there had been solid flesh. And deep inside of her, she could feel the head of Blaze's swollen prick kissing her new cervix. It was real. All of it was real.

God help me, Lois thought, though it had been a long time since she had believed in any god. I want it.

Angelica Blaze's lips descended and touched her own. Impossibly soft and gentle. It was like the chaste kiss of an angel, or a parent to a child. Then Lois felt the slick tongue coil out, prying her lips open, pushing past her teeth to taste her mouth. Lois felt herself melting, all the tenseness sliding out of her body as everything about her went slack.

The kiss was broken. "As you wish," Blaze's voice was husky.

The shemale drove her cock forward, and Lois' body contracted. Just having the tip touch her cervix had been painful, but now it almost felt like her lover was trying to drive her cock straight into the new womb...and then Lois felt the warmth.

There was little space between the ass and pussy in the normal female body. Lois had heard how women who were fucked in both holes at once could feel things moving and pressing against each other through the thin layers of membrane and muscle. Now, somehow, her inhuman lover had forged a new fuckhole there...and the walls between were even thinner and more sensitive.

Lois could feel the heat of Blaze's release in her belly, feel the pressure building as the liquid built up. The shemale's cock snuggly plugged Lois' fuckhole, there was nowhere for her seed to go except...inside.

"What have I done?" Lois murmured. Angelica smiled and laughed, soft and low.

"Too late for regrets, sweetmeat." The shemale's hair hung over Lois' face, and it was like they were in their own little world.

And Lois realized, far too late, that her lover was correct. What was done was done...it only remained what they would do now. As the sexual haze faded a little, the reporter had some ideas about that...