To Plant a Seed

MONDAY

Sitting on Juliet's couch in her apartment, twiddling my thumbs, while she was sitting on the toilet, naked and unashamed waiting for the results of the pregnancy test was the most sobering moment ever since I got all these powers. So astronomically grounding. Not that I was afraid. Whether she was or wasn't pregnant didn't matter to me. Mostly because its only been a day, and as stated previously, conceiving works almost like a lottery. Eventually someone wins, but it wouldn't be today. It's just compared to recent months of creating a floating island and banging made up women, watching my girlfriend take a pregnancy test was the most realistic.

We had come back from the hotel in the early morning and on the way to the apartment we stopped at a Walgreens to pick up several tests. The one she was taking now was the first of twenty she got from the place. Which excited me from the implication. On the final stretch of the drive I thought I could do what I did for her when we first slept together, when I **** her to lactate relentlessly, but something told me to hold back on that front.

That would have been way too easy. I mean, this is a living breathing human child. I felt that forcing Juliet's reproductive system would have made the whole endeavor hollow and wooden. If I was gonna have a child with a beautiful woman who loves me just as much as I love her, I was gonna do it all natural.

Several minutes later I was proven right. Juliet strut out of the bathroom and showing me the test with one red line. No conception today. She sat with me on the couch, folding her arms and pouting to herself.

"You can't expect it to work the first time around." I said, putting and arm on her shoulder and planting a kiss on her forehead.

"I know, I just expect ed too much. Also my perception of human biology is a little muddled because of the movies I watched, where first time is almost always the right time. plus when you think about the amount of sex we've had the two days. And that's including the first night we spent together."

"I was just thinking about that night." I replied. "Do you remember when you started squirting milk like a water fountain."

"Uh, yeah. It wasn't that long ago, of course I remember it. That was a weird thing, wasn't it. My breasts were always big, but they never sprayed like that before." I would like to reiterate that Juliet was naked on the couch next to me, and while talking about her tits she was pulling and squeezing them. Probably to see if they lactate again. "Not so much now." She finished. I gonna tear into her again but decided against it.

She made it perfectly clear in the drive from the hotel to here that she had to work at the club, no if's and's or buts. And since the drive took longer than expected it was getting close to sunset and her shift begins in just under an hour. And if the last few days was any estimation if we started fucking we'd be going throughout the night. "Even a stripper has her responsibilities." She told me in the car. I can respect that. Besides, just because we can't fuck, doesn't mean we can't see one another throughout her shift. And we had the rest of the week, as long as we finished before sunset.

So left her apartment and left her to her business of getting ready.

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I felt like eating something sweet, so I went to a local coffee shop. Not for coffee but for a lemon bar. Never really liked coffee. I found an empty table with a perfect few of the flat screen TV hanging above us near the cash register. The shop was a little loud, so subtitles were on, and I was just reading them off while bit down on my lemon bar.

A commercial was coming to a close when the local news began and what caught my attention were the big bold letters at the bottom of the screen. "MYSTERY MONK" And right next to the news caster was a somewhat blurry picture of me. Or more appropriately, Muzashi Oniwa.

It took them long enough for that picture to come up. Though I can imagine the unbelievability of it all. A bald guy in purple monks robes escorted by the united states secret service in a government building. Their must have been a lot of investigating and vetting to get that photo on television.

The subtitles went on and on the secrets the government secrets. It was kind of their own fault for the road they suddenly went down. Conspiracy, corruption, hoaxes, shit like that. But I had to keep in mind that no matter how crazy it is for people to even possibly believe he existed, their will always, and I want to circle, highlight and underline "Always" be someone who believes the impossible. I had to keep that in mind.

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I was now sitting in the Saloon, in a secluded corner with a drink in my hand. Waiting. And of course three plates of food from the free buffet, soon to become two plates.

I didn't take my eyes off Juliet's pole in the opposite corner of the club.

There was no line. And their was a different stripper in her place. Barely grabbing anyone's attention. My thoughts were about to stray to grim places when over the loud speaker I heard a guy with a thick Italian accent, the owner of the club I guess, ask for everyone's attention and to "Turn their peepers" to the main stage.

From the center wall opposite me, next to Juliet's spot, a section of wall extended out a good fifteen or twenty feet and a fog machine was getting to work clouding the stage. Suddenly all the lights in the club went off and rows upon rows of black lights took their place, making everyone who was wearing the closest thing to neon light up like a Christmas tree. Then over the loudspeaker came a familiar guitar riff, then realizing it was another blast from the past. "Joker and the Thief" by Wolfmother. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySjXFjLTagQ)

"Gentlemen and Gentlemen," The owner announced over the music, "Put your hands together for the lass with no sass, skin like glass, and the fattest ass. MERCY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Juliet emerged from the smoke with an exaggerated hip sway, wearing a way too a small green bikini that glowed a bright green along with her blue hair and glow in the dark makeup. Fishnet stockings tightly wrapped around her slender legs. And by her side were four more women wearing similar outfits.

She showed her ass to the crowd right as the beat dropped and fussed with her hair. The crowd cheered and whistled, I just clapped with a satisfied smile. She was a slut, she'd told me as much numerous times, but she was my slut. And I loved her.

What followed was an epic dance routine with all the tits, ass, and pussy horny dudes could ask for. But it was when the song ended that things got interesting.

One of the other girls had placed a chair center stage and then disappeared into the smoke, but I could see some of them scurry to the dressing room, low to the ground to avoid being seen. While Juliet remained on stage, pacing around the chair, looking at every guy that surrounded the stage, occasionally gripping parts of the chair rubbing her hand up and down like it was a dick which got a couple of guys really excited. She didn't need to spell it out for everyone, but the owner over the speaker did it anyway. "Which one of you lucky sons of bitches wants a ride!"

The crowd cheered like a bunch of college frat boys. And I in turn took that as my chance to wade through the crowd and simply stand in silence among the hooting and whistling.

Our eyes soon met and she tried hard not to smile, but I wasn't afraid to smile back. Juliet played it cool and did her sexy stroll to my side of the stage. She leaned down and quickly grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me in close. She tilted her head as if to examine my eyes to see if I was worthy of a lap dance with the one and only Mercy.

She gave a malicious smile and turned to the owner, who turned out to be standing next to the DJ who was playing all the music. She gave a polite nod, and the owner nodded back as he gestured to the DJ to play the next song. She began to move back towards the chair without letting go of my shirt so I clumsily climbed up on stage. Once near the chair, she shoved me hard into the seat and yanked off my my army jacket and tossed it aside. Then I heard the beat over the speakers. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikLFAHnYZxs)

Billie Eilish is a treasure. And made the following experience all the more pleasurable.

Juliet got to work. She bounced up and down on my lap until she could feel the tent in my pants. Then she spread legs on both side of the chair and when the first beat drop ended she swirled her massive birthing hips in front of my chest. God I wanted to fuck her on that stage. But their was an unspoken rule for this kind of performance. No touching. So instead I held on to the chair for dear life, because if I didn't I would have ripped that bikini off for everyone to see.

Next she turned around and did some of the best twerking I've ever seen in my life. But to be fair she had the perfect.........assets. But while watching her ass I go I glimpsed her pussy covered in an oily sheen. She was getting hornier than I was throughout this whole thing.

The song was nearing its end. It reached that slow part. But once the beat dropped, all the lights went off, leaving the entire club in darkness. I got a little nervous, but then felt Juliet climb onto me and quickly yank my rock hard dick out of my pants, She then must have pushed aside her thong of a bikini and slid right onto me. The music got really loud for the remainder of the song to the point that some guys were complaining about missing the show and to turn down the volume. But while that was happening, Juliet was bouncing on my dick, hugging me as tight as I could.

She whispered into my ear, "Don't worry baby. You'll get me pregnant soon enough. And then things will get really interesting."

Juliet worked her magic and got me to cum inside her, zip up my pants, and reassert herself as if nothing happened in about thirty four seconds. Then the lights came on. She was pretending to have just got off my lap. She slowly walked off stage, jiggled her ass a bit, then turned to me and blew a kiss.

All I thought in that moment was, "SHE.... IS GONNA BE.... MY WIFE."