seduce Durga into further sessions

"You wanted to see me, Jess?" Durga looks down at you. It's been two weeks since he impregnated you, and your tummy is already showing a bit of a bulge. You've worn an outfit that prominently shows off your bare midriff, unashamed of your pregnancy. To the contrary, you want to remind the Hutt of the service you're providing him.

"Yes, my Lord," you address him in the way that he has deemed proper for all members of his Empire. "The doctors say your child is quite healthy and well inside me. They say I've been the perfect candidate."

"I have heard the same," Durga responds, still curious about your visit.

"Would you mind dismissing your guards? There is something I would like to discuss in private."

"As you wish," Durga says, emptying the room with a flick of his fingers. "What would you like to discuss?"

"As the mother of your child, I require some things," you begin, sauntering forward, locking eyes before bashfully looking down at the floor, letting your garments sway with your fluid motions.

"I believe my servants are attending to all your needs, but what more can I provide?"

"Your servants can attend to all my needs but one," you continue, striding forward with confidence. You place your hands on his chest and look up into his eyes, pressing your cleavage against his belly, staining your clothing with his green slime. "None can make me feel as you do, my Lord."

Durga had committed to keeping you as far removed from his life as he could. He does not trust your ability to maintain loyalty, and not usurp him. Still, you can tell his is finding this commitment hard to keep.

He protests for a bit, but as you bring your lips to his he meets you in a sultry kiss. Your hands roam his body, pulling his face down to kiss yours as you let your hands explore his lower folds, feeling along the genitals that made you a mother in a first place. You cup his heavy testicles in your hands, admiring the glands that hold his potent seed, that filled you to the brim just two weeks ago.

You rub your body along his, and you sense his inhibitions wash away as his hands tug away at your clothing, removing your slime-soaked garb with ease. His fat, heavy organ grows rigid with your coaxing ministrations, and soon his rod is perked up and rubbing between your thighs.

"Oh Master, allow me..." you coo, freeing your lips from his for but a moment as you lower yourself, impaling yourself on his rod. Your lips return to his in a beastly kiss as the two of you slurp and suck, grinding and fucking, losing yourself in the pleasure of your interspecies copulation.

***

You wake up the next day, covered in his slime, the memories of a half dozen shared orgasms rippling through your mind like breeze along a field of flowers. You realize that this pregnancy is having quite the effect on your emotions, but you love it. And Durga rather loves it, too. He tries to send you back to your chambers a few times, but finds your seduction to potent of a **** to resist. You find your place by his side, and rarely return to your chambers. Instead, when his throne room empties out, the two of you go at it like wild Nexxus, relishing in the pleasures you inflict on each other's bodies.