[Devi] ... your naked little scientist, who eagerly chases after you.

"Derek!" Devi cheerfully declares, spinning as she closes the apartment door and tossing her lab coat onto the couch, revealing her {if Devi_shaved = true}clean-shaven, {endif}bare flesh... and, although her happy face never cracks, a surprised raise of the eyebrows when she notices Ophelia Cross in your living room. Ophelia, unsurprisingly, turns into an unmoving pillar of salt, barely held together and only for the sake of the baby in her arms. "Oh... Mrs. Cross..." Devi begins, quickly marching over to her launched labcoat. Wrapping herself in faux dignity, your ever-bold researcher takes a seat, smoothing the lab coat out to ensure it covers her naked sex. "So pleasant to have you with us," she continues as if nothing is wrong, "may I serve you some tea?"

Ophelia returns her smile. "Oh, no thank you. I didn't realize you were living here... that explains a great deal." You swallow hard as she looks you over. Her smile never breaks, but you can scarcely believe its earnest appearance. You know what she means: what you did to Devi, you intend to do to her. She didn't seem the clever, sharp type, but she caught on fast enough it. Your earlier guilt creeps onto your back, and you remain silent as she puts the rocker down and, after deploying its legs, lets her drowsy baby continue its rest comfortably. "I should've realized it sooner, but I was so selfish that I didn't even notice..." She walks up to you, her eyes full of bliss... and you don't buy it for a second. You tense as her hand rises to cup your cheek, but you'll accept whatever punishment she delivers for deceiving her as you-

"You saved her, too, didn't you?"

What.

She smiles at Devi... and the half-Indian beauty smiles back. "He did... it was strange at first, but he did truly help me," Devi concludes.

What.

Ophelia giggles, and gives you a surprisingly strong hug. When she withdraws, you see her milk has stained her top again, but now she doesn't even seem to mind. "She came to me, trying to seduce me with her evil, homosexual wiles," Ophelia starts.

Devi blinks. "... What-"

"... but you taught her the proper place, didn't you? Proper love for a..." She withdraws suddenly. "... a man." She turns to look at her baby, and you finally regain your senses.

She's... building her own narrative. Some way for her to interpret this as anything but what it was... it's likely your seed, potent as it was when you shot it down her gullet, that is influencing her rationality. All you have to do is play along... and let her fall into your trap.

Except you can't accept that. "No." Ophelia turns to regard you, eyebrows perked up. "Ophelia, I'm... what I said was true, about your father and what he did to you but... but I just..." You struggle to confess it, the biting truth you never spoke aloud to someone not already impregnated. "I enslave women. I... I get them knocked up, and that drives them to love me, worship me... do everything I want for me. I don't really get the details, but I'm... weird, like that. Even Devi here is... is lost, right now."

Devi nods, her smile never leaving. {if@ Devi_shaved = false}"He believes I need to be fixed, and returned to my old state... but I'm happy here, serving his cock."{else@}"I happily service his cock, and one day I'll give birth to his child... by then, I have to hope he'll give me another."{endif} As if to drive home this point, she ceases her charade: she sheds the coat like a cocoon and stands nude before you both, her hands rubbing her hips and thighs slowly as she tries to catch your eye with the lust burning in her gaze.

Ophelia winces in surprise at the bold display by Devi. It only hurts you more to see her reaction."See? What your husband did is... terrible. He stole your life from you, and you don't even know it... but here with me, I'd..." You sigh. Your resolve{if@ Devi_shaved = false}, even for Devi's sake,{endif} begins to crumble as you say it. "I'd do no bett-"

Ophelia puts a finger to your lips, and silences you. "Shhhhhh," she adds through a wide grin. "That's enough of that." You stare at her, dumbfounded. Doesn't she understand? Is she so far-gone with your seed? "You're right that this is... you're right about my hus... my father. I always knew it, I just... pretended."

"Pre... tended?"

"I pretended to not hear what others said around us, pretended to not understand it was wrong... I've always done that. I learned to pretend to love him as a daughter so the beatings would stop quicker. I pretended it was normal for him to spank me until I bled, and the social worker was happy to pretend with me. So I kept at it... I acted like it was normal for him to bathe me until we were married," she continues, her voice cracking and tears welling in her eyes. You remain silently stunned. "I pretended it was normal for a daughter to have her first stolen before she finished middle school... and to lose it to her own father, no less... I even pretended to be happy... about how he..." She glances back at her infant, but quickly snaps back, her voice confident, even angry as she addresses you. "But I love my son. He is innocent... no matter the crime that made him. I know Jesus will protect him and, one day, even forgive me for my sins... and I know the Lord understands yours as well." You back away from her and, in response to you, or to Devi, or perhaps to her own demand for resolve, she begins to undress without fanfare or grace, pulling clothes off roughly and angrily until she is the second, naked, beautiful woman in your apartment. "But I can see... I know that this is the right path, now."

"Ophelia... how can I-"

"You're a good person, Derek Peck." Her words cut through you, down to the naked underbelly of your fragile spirit, and cut you loose from the chains of guilt that burdened you. How dare you? How dare you take her words as absolving? But they're pure, and... they're hers. This isn't your poisonous sperm at work; she genuinely believes it. "You might not think it, or know it... but I've lived with a monster since I hit puberty." She takes a step towards you. "I've had love taken from me the moment I could've known it." Another step, and her bountiful chest just barely touches your shirt. "So I know... I know it in my soul... I know that I would've loved you, if only we had met in a different time and place." Your A/C kicks on, and the gentle breeze of it filling the room threatens to tip you over. The redhead lets her sentence hang in the air, with that contagious smile of hers. You thought it was a simple, even dumb expression before... but it was always more fragile a lie than any nonsense you've ever had to make up in your life. She knew... she always knew. Yet she lived with him, for him, under him... always knowing. For the child, now. For peace, before that.

"I can't believe," you whisper, "I ever thought you were..." You can't finish the sentence.

"Don't feel bad," she chuckles, "most do... I don't blame them. I lied to everyone... but I'm done lying." Her hands unbuckle your pants. "Your slaves, they don't ever have to lie to you, do they? They can just tell you their heart happily... and you keep them, never judging them, never regretting them..." She slides your pants and underwear down to your feet. Not wanting to feel left out, Devi scoops your shirt up and over your head, and in a moment you're completely disrobed, save your white socks. She presses her naked flesh against yours, and hugs you before you can fall over in your state of shock. "I haven't been honest... ever, Derek. I don't even know how. So please... make me an honest woman."

You hug her back, and swoop your face down to kiss her, deeply and eagerly, lovingly, completely. Your tongues twist together, yours with a hunger for her flesh and hers **** to be cleansed of every kiss, from her adolescence to motherhood, that her abusive father delivered unto her. You would do your best, you decide, and half-walk, half-makeout with her towards your bedroom. Devi, still naked, follows like an eager pup.

Your bedroom door is open, as it always is these days, and she all but launches onto your mattress, spreading her legs to receive you. You stroke your swollen cock to full size as you look this fertile, willing beauty over... and recall one lie you never took back. "About the... the disease..."

"Derek," she says sweetly, "please make sure to make up a better story next time... or just don't. We're women. We know why you're hard." You stare at her, frozen in shock... though your hand keeps pumping mindlessly. "Now come over here... and come in here." You crawl onto the bed, and onto her, feeling her legs in your palms as you drag them up her shins, over her knees, over her hips and thighs and... find the glistening mess between her legs. "Please, Derek, inside-!" Her plea is ****, unlike any you've heard yet... and against her wishes, you don't shove into her with reckless abandon. Instead, you shove your face into her pussy and take a long drag of your tongue from her taint to her clit, suckling the swollen nub with a loud pop. Her body bucks and her thighs crush your head, but still you pursue, shoving yourself into her until you risk suffocation. "W-What are you... Derek, please, I'm already about to... hah.... HAH..." Her body shudders as she comes on your face, dousing you in the musk of her cunt. But you aren't satisfied yet, and even as you're nearing your own orgasm you get up next to her and shove your fingers into her, all but abusing the space behind her clitoris as you piston your hand into her. Her words grow incoherent as she tries to crush your hand now, **** to make it stop somehow, and failing. She comes again, soaking your bed as her lady juices dribble down her buttocks... and, when your guard is finally down, she grabs your cock. "Derek, please..." she gasps, "come inside me... give me another child... impregnate me, enslave me..." She kisses your mouth, still wet from where else you've kissed her, and breathes her final plea as a free will into your mouth.

"Save me."

You throw your leg in between hers, quickly get into position, and push into her. You're in missionary, the most boring of positions, the sort that made you whine in previous relationships... but here, so suddenly, intensely feeling for this voluptuous woman, who squeezes her nipples as you fuck her, who has milk dribbling from them... you haven't the stamina to impress her. Within two pumps inside her, you're ready to come; frankly, it's a miracle you survived long enough to get inside her, and so you shove to the hilt and take one of her leaking tits into your mouth, savoring the mixture of sensations: the sweetness of her milk, her nails on your back as she has yet another orgasm, her legs as they lock behind your lower back and try to hug you deeper into her, her moan as she declares-

"God... damn it! I love you, Derek!" You blast her with cum... and before the volley has truly begun, she finds your face and kisses you deeply, driving pleasure into you from a dizzying array of sensations until you're lost in her embrace, not even realizing that you finished coming minutes ago... and never stopped fucking her. When at last you realize you're still going, she herself is lost in some perpetual loop of orgasmic pleasure, her birth canal squeezing you for every drop you have left, so slick with your jizz that you're gliding in and out of her, your sweat raining from your face with the effort and onto her own glistening form. Your stomach is almost filled to capacity with her milk, and you clench her nipples in vicious pinches to watch them squirt dozens of needle-thin streams in all directions and onto you, your bed, and her own slick body. She comes again, crushing you in her grip... and your orgasm builds to follow. "Haaahloooovvaaaaahgaaaaaaah!" You understand her, even without coherent speech; you kiss her neck, a place you've yet to taste with your body, and this drives her to squeeze you harder still, finishing the last of your resistance as you begin to pump her with more semen. She's already pregnant; your senses told you as much ten minutes ago, and already her body is being transformed, her mind is vanishing, and in seconds she'll have lost who she was for who she will be from now on, perhaps forever...

"I'm..." she gasps. "I'm..."

You pant into the center of her chest, both hands massaging her massive melons, taking care to not prod what must now be her tender nipples. The last of your orgasm dribbles into her, although it simply joins the fountain of white that slowly pours out from between her labia and your ever-hard cock.

"I'm..."

"Wha... wha...?"

She smiles blissfully down at you. She's so happy? She wants more? Your familiarity with **** personalities has you second-guessing her every-

"I'm... free," she declares with a sigh. She lets her head fall back onto the bed, her breaths still shallow and quick. After a deep breath, she continues, "I'm finally... I've been under that bastard for... for most of my life, Derek. And I'm finally free."

Stunned into silence, you let your head rest between her breasts, and listen to her heartbeat while still inside her. At last, you return her smile.