Stormfront's Debut Chapter

Warning: This chapter contains **** of a nonsexual manner as well as Racist terms, both of which are expected with Stormfront. That is all!

Klara yawned as she sat up in the bed, stretching her arms over her head, a satisfied smile crossing her face as she stood, a subtle pain in her cunt from the thorough fucking Nick had given her, her grin only grew at the red lines across his back, left from yours truly.

Her satisfaction brought up short as her stomach flipped, and she ran for a bathroom.

As she puked her guts out, she felt a gnawing familiarity in her stomach.

"Shit... shit, shit, fucking shit!" She swore between cramps and vomiting, she recognized this feeling, it had accompanied one of her happiest times, true happiness not the lustful extasy she felt when having her pussy stretched out, or her womb filled, although that definitely led to this, this felt near identical to when she was pregnant with her first daughter Chloe.

"How the fucking shit? That ass did something, this is his fault!" She cursed, stomping back into the room as she landed atop him, her hands grappling his throat as he came to.

A lustful grin crossed his face as he tried to grind himself against her, "Ready for another round? I'm beginning to wonder which of us is hornier?" He flirted, only for her to disabuse him of that notion with a well-placed fist to his face.

"You fucking asshole, what did you do?" She yelled, attempting once more to strangle him.

"You'll have to be more specific, Storm." He argued, as she growled, sparks running across her hands.

"I'm fucking pregnant, you asshole!" She said, as if that explained everything, which technically it did.

He was silent for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, an impressive feat given her hands were still around his neck.

"Well, we've never once used protection or pulled out, except when we want to, so I suppose it would've happened eventually... especially given how I've treated your pussy like my personal cumdump. Honestly, I'll be surprised if you don't have triplets." That was the wrong thing to say, and she didn't hesitate to inform him of that fact as she slugged him again before throwing him across the room, smashing his head into the stone wall.

Before he could do or say anything to defend himself, she landed on his chest, beating her fists into his face.

He at least had the forethought to not immediately heal himself as she saw blood drip out of his nose, and one of his eyes get a dark ring around it, he even let her knock a tooth out as it bounced across the floor before he grabbed her hands.

"God, you look so hot right now, and maybe it's the fact you have my baby in you, but I'm going to kiss you now." He warned her as he wrapped her with his arms, pulling her lips into his.

They tasted of blood, which really turned her on more, but she refused to let her anger die out that easily.

"You fucking ass, I can't get pregnant, I'm sterile." She whispered, suddenly overcome with a second emotion, sadness, as she thought of her daughter Chloe and dead husband.

"Oh..." He muttered as if that answered everything, which it certainly didn't.

"Oh, is that all you have to say in your defense before I try to make a new skylight with your empty head?!" She yelled, anger back in full ****.

"Well, when we first hooked up, I did a lot of things to you, you remember, removing your teeth, popping your cherry like twenty times, and a lot of stuff I didn't remember after the fact... I kinda just reset you." He said sheepishly as Klara looked at him stupidly.

"You... reset me?" Of course, she was confused, that explanation didn't make any sense.

"Yeah, you know, I gave you a blanket coverall rather than finetune you back to normal, I figured if you had any serious problems, you'd've brought them up and we could fix them later." He answered as she sat in stupefied silence for a minute.

"So, you made me fully fertile again and then proceeded to do your dead best to knock me up?" She whispered as he nodded solemnly.

"It could be worse." He offered as she deadpanned at him.

"Really, how could this possibly be any worse?" She asked rhetorically.

He then proceeded to say possibly the worst words he'd ever uttered, "At least I never went through with that roleplay of tying you up and breeding you with a BBC, cause we both would get off on how much you hated it."

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"You're saying there was a chance of you putting a fucking nigger in my body?!"

It was only when he didn't stop her as she literally ripped him a new one, along with attempting to punt his balls through his mouth and snapped his neck so hard she was pretty sure she sprained her wrist that she realized the most frighting thing.

'I think I'm in love with him.'