She goes all the way.

Ginger is visibly drained and could not find it in herself to move. Despite a soaking mess of cum, her body was warming up ever more then when she was on duty a minute earlier.

So, Yvette lifts her up and lays her on the bed. Ginger blushes. The strong futa lifts her without much effort, as if picking up a wounded bird, cradling the poor thing, and placing it down. Ginger let out a giddy laugh, before straining against her bodies weakness.

"I'm...I'm thirsty..." Ginger tries to think of something more clever to not ruin the mood, but her dry throat overtakes her.

"Here," Yvette grabs one of the glass cups and scoops up some of her cum before putting it to Ginger's lips.

Working with so much spunk on a day-to-day basis, Ginger has given in to her temptation and sample some to her lips and taste them. Sticky, smooth, sweet, salty, bland, dry - there are varieties from the various subjects she was meant to analyze, to the point she could determine who was her subject. Ginger pauses for a moment if only to look hesitant, but laps down every last drop her tongue can find. It was probably the strongest cum she ever laid her taste buds on; incredibly rich and hypnotizing. She rolls her eyes up, both having quenched her thirst, but its taste, also, left a strong impression on her.

With a lick of her lips, Ginger says, "more." She truly was a cumslut. The cool air makes her shiver, but she feels the warmth of the cum flowing through her, almost alive, implanting itself into Ginger's very being. She swallows down the futa's cum. It was beyond addictive.

Yvette lays the scientist on her back, and kisses and licks Ginger around her neck, sometimes giving light bites to her earlobe. Another hand lowers her panties and massages the clit while brushing her fingers over her flat tummy.

Ginger's own thoughts fluttered around the idea of opening her special place to someone. She wasn't the one who visited the futa tribe, but upon hearing what had happened to the explorers, Ginger admitted she was jealous. Now that one was here, giving her a turn of their own form of the mating rituals, she wanted to know how it felt.

Yvette moves Ginger's legs apart and slides her fingers in those sweet lips. Ginger's breath was involuntary, but it convinces the amazonian to let her fingers slip further in. She moves herself down to suck and lick around Ginger's nipples. Her breath turns to high-pitched moans, reminiscent of a bird from the jungle.

All Ginger could think was how she wants more. Everything the amazoness did was great, and it made her want to be filled by her. Likewise, Yvette was nearing the end of her tolerance.

Yvette removes herself before positioning between those soft legs, giving one final look at the next mating partner she has had the luxury to be with. She nestles the tip of her cock against the wet quim. Yvette leans forward in to let their tongues intertwine, losing themselves in passionate kisses. Ginger may be exhausted, but her body still tenses up from every bit of pressure against her maidenhood.

With each push, the hungry cock presses a bit further. The excitement, the wonder, the pain, the pleasure, the rough, yet considerate way Yvette holds power over her - nothing could excite her more from this experience.

Nothing...except, Yvette's larger than normal cock.

In all her eagerness, Ginger forgot what she was dealing with, and as she feels Yvette enter further and further, Ginger's eyes shot wide open, remembering that little detail she neglected and the sudden girth making its way into her. Ginger turns and rolls, trying to accomodate it, but every push stretches her further than she was initially prepared for.

Yvette, for her part, was doing everything in her power to show some restraint. Easier said than done. She was pushing into a virgin, and with it, all the lack of training to handle something as large as Yvette. But that neediness to break in, that sweet sensation when the lips of the pussy envelopes more and more in that warmness, was driving Yvette to keep going.

Yvette's cock keeps pressing, feeling the former virgin's walls push back against her, climbing up her thick, wild meat. Ginger's own body was still in that strange mix of pain and pleasure while her own orgasm builds, teetering on the edge. Her mouth opens, wanting to cry from the ache, but only her heated moans escape her.

Yvette presses her weight into Ginger, pressing their breasts together and rolling her hips against the scientist. It gave Ginger something else to feel, while also giving her the chance to focus on the muscled body pressing against her. This intimacy makes her wetter, and the cock inside her struggles less, now sliding in with smoother motions.

Yvette, however, did this because she could not hold it in any longer. Her eyes were rolling upward, staring at the ceiling. Ever since Rose, Yvette has wanted another chance to feel the inside of another woman. It hit her like a trigger just how much she missed the large harems of the tribe and the long nights they had, sharing partners and hours of servicing one another, while every women - pregnant or not - got their pussies filled with a mixture of various futa cum or gobbled it up with satisfaction.

Inch by inch, she feels all the right spots being struck and the swelling of her balls tightening at the base. Eventually, she finds it. The entrance of her maiden's core. Yvette thrusts hard and Ginger lets out a squeak. She could never mate without at least finding it.

That single tap was enough to send Ginger over the edge. The shockwave fires into her, breaking, the dam, and shudders with incredible force, letting out the scream of an animal in bliss and squirting with each tremor, leaving a wet mess between the two. Her cum floods her entrance, moistening Yvette's meat and her thrusts grow ever more rampant. She will not be satisfied until that stubborn gate breaks and she can seed Ginger directly in her inner-most sanctum.

This constant pressure was hitting Ginger with some surge, like a false climax with each attempt Yvette makes to get in, and at the same time, even though she just came, Ginger can feel herself climbing back up at such an incredible pace, even as her body continues to shake. Now this was the wild nature of an amazonian futa that she has come to understand; never enough and desiring for their own pleasure. Hard, impatient, and never deep enough. It is frightening and exhilarating at the same time. She knows what Yvette wants. She wants to feel that cock go further and the cum to rummage and warm her inside.

And no sooner, Yvette was ready. With several more firm thrusts, she pushes one final time, the tip breaches into the cervix, and she releases her thick cum. Ginger, subsequently, cums again. All that warmness filling her up and more, ballooning Ginger's once smooth belly to the form that she will resembe in eight months. What couldn't remain splooged out of Ginger's entrance, soaking up the bed and leaving a small white pool on the blanket.

Yvette leaves herself in to fully enjoy her much needed release before pulling out. She is still rock hard, but Ginger has passed out with an occassional twitch and moan accompanying her movements. She looks at the cum covered woman, now certain of two things: one, she is pregnant, and two, should have plenty of cum to do her job. Although, how she was going to do it knocked out (up) on the bed like this was another issue.

To answers her question, the entrance door opens up and several other doctors come in, including Rhianna. The entourage quickly have her moved on to a wheel bed, and rolled out. Meanwhile, Rhianna remains to talk to Yvette.

"Well done," Rhianna claps. "Given the way things turned out, I would say you have done your job admirably."

"I was under the impression the cum was the job."

"Ginger has been in this side of business long enough that it was time she needed a thorough seeding. We have other reasons for this decision, but lets just say, she is better suited for motherhood. It just so happened this decision came around the same time of your tribe's discovery. The samples we have will be more than adequate, especially when we can see how your sperm responds to fertilzation. That, and the show made plenty of our...associates a bit jealous and curious."

"So, there are cameras?"

Rhianna shrugs her shoulders. "How about I treat you to lunch. I have one more thing to offer for your service."