To play a risky game with you, while she rides you

"Good, now let's put that luck of yours to the test shall we," Amelia replies with a wicked smile, walking back around behind you.

You feel the strap-ons filling your ass and pussy start to wiggle, before finally slipping free of your holes, leaving you feeling empty. You feel Amelia's warm hands on your legs as she manoeuvres unseen parts of the bench you're tied down to. You feel the warmth and tingle of holo-restraints being bound around your ankles before the Bench lurches as your legs are lifted up until you're lying flat on your stomach. Suddenly there's an uneasy feeling in your body as the bench hums and jerks as it lurches up.

"Anti-grav sex furniture?" You ask, trying to ignore the bubbling in your stomach and slight dizziness as the weightlessness kicks in, fortunately having been around ships most of your life it doesn't take long for you to adjust.

"What better way to manipulate my playthings into the perfect place?" Amelia replies with a grin, walking back over to the large swollen bubble on the purple mass and licking her lips. "What thick potent cum you have," She says in a sultry tone.

"I aim to please," You reply with a cocky grin.

"I bet," Amelia says with a soft chuckle. "You like finding some sweet thing to plant your seed in?" Amelia asks with a sultry tone. "Some sweet innocent girl off-world for the first time, smitten with the big bad pilot?" She asks with a smile. "Or perhaps some through and through sluts, who'd happily ride your cock in the dive bar you find them in?" She adds in a sensual tone.

"What can I say, I like all kinds of women," Your reply, wondering where Amelia was going with this.

"I bet and you like them even more without protection I bet?" Amelia purrs, stroking the translucent purple bulge where your thick creamy cum sloshes in the sentient toy.

"Risk goes with the lifestyle," You say with a smile, feeling a little unsure about your predicament. Could Amelia know the full details of your Bet with her Daughter? Was this some sort of trap?

"Mmmmm, I like the way you think," Amelia purrs in delight. "Can I tell you a little secret?" She adds, walking over to your secured body and lower her head until her lips are next to your ears.

"Captains Honour," You say in a confident tone.

"Well, I'm not sure how much honour your kind hold, but it'll have to do," Amelia whispers into your ear, pressing her lips to your cheek and kissing you softly. "One of my favourite kinks is making my playthings take those sorts of risks, playing with proverbial fire and letting nature decide what happens with their bodies," She purrs into your ear.

Amelia's confession sends a tingle down your spine, filling you with nervous excitement. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any more attractive," You reply in a sultry tone.

"Mmmm, I'm so glad you agree," Amelia whispers into your ear. "Because I so rarely find any playthings willing to play for high stakes in my sexy little games," She adds, running her tongue around your ear and nibbling on your earlobe.

"When was the last time you found someone?" You ask, swallowing hard as Amelia begins kissing and sucking your sensitive neckline.

"9 months before my daughter was born," Amelia purrs, gently nipping your neck, sucking the skin hard until she leaves some soft marks.

"Oh," You gasp, the realisation hitting you hard.

"Mmmmm, now you understand the prize at stake if you're brave enough," Amelia purrs. "Imagine the look on my Amanda's face when you tell her that your the father of her new half-sister or half-brother," She purrs seductively while continuing to attack your sensitive neck.

"Fuck," You groan, feeling your cock throbbing and aching to do what you came here to do.

"But just remember, if you want that shot at my womb, you have to let me have a shot at yours," Amelia purrs, running her hand over your flat stomach. "Or I suppose, in this case, I'd be letting you have a shot at your own womb," She says with a sexy giggle.

"How would this work?" You ask

"My sentient toy slithers a nice thick surprise into your two holes," Amelia explains with a grin. "Then begins pumping that thick potent load of yours back and forth between ass and pussy," She explains with a grin. "When you pop, it pops, if it's pumping the load towards your ass, lucky you, if it's going to that pussy of yours thought, well, lucky me I guess," Amelia says with a giggle.

"And what about my shot at you?" You ask

"Oh, I'll be riding you nice and hard, win or lose, you'll get to blow your load deep inside my hot fertile pussy," Amelia purrs.

"And If I want to play safe?" You ask hesitantly

"We'll have to use some sort of protection and I'll flood your cum into your ass before making you drink it through the other tentacle or something boring like that," Amelia says sounding disappointed.

"And should either of us win or lose and find ourselves pregnant?" You ask with a smile, your words making Amelia's face soften into a smile almost immediately.

"Hmmmmm, how about we sign something to say we have to carry it to term," Amelia says with a smile.

It'd make more sense to play safe and submit yourself to whatever humiliation Amelia has planned for you, after all, whatever protection Amelia would take would be rendered null and void by the enhancements in your pre-cum. However, there's the allure of Amelia carrying your child to term, and the multiplier that would add on to the score. Admittedly the risk of impregnating yourself was quite high unless there was a way you could play the system in Amelia's game.

You weren't sure if there were any rules against impregnating yourself, it could limit your ability to score points, but then perhaps it could have its advantages, and it still would count. It was a risk, but even losing might not be the biggest setback ever. You lie back thinking for a moment, wondering whether you should trust your head and play safe for the easy points now, or go with your gut, go big and really have something to hold over Amanda. Win or Lose the bet you'd have living breathing proof of breeding her Mom.

"So what's it going to be?" Amelia asks with a sensual tone. "Safe and boring, or Risky and hot?" She adds with a grin.