Episode 1 Scene 5 - Mrs Moore's Mood (Sex Scene: Male POV / Straight / Light Breeding Kink)

Note: This is an unrolled scene. As I said, I probably won't ever roll dice for sex scenes.

'Well I won't say the past few days haven't been bewildering but I think there's a silver lining.'

His wife looked at him expectedly.

'At least this'll keep him close by for a while. If Lydia decides she likes all this monster hunting malarkey, then maybe even she'll stay.'

Helen sighed. 'But they won't be here. I don't know if I could handle the house being so ... empty.'

Readjusting his position slightly, Victor embraced her, before saying, 'that would've been the case anyway. They're growing up.' That didn't seem to mollify her, however. 'And, hey, the house won't be empty. I'll be here.'

At that, she reached out her arm and placed it against his chest. 'Oh,' she said, her voice wrought, 'you know what I mean.'

'I do,' he returned, caressing her hand. He wouldn't push his luck by mentioning that it had been her choice to stop having children. If he played his cards right, he might get some sex. It had been something of a rarity over at least the past decade.

As it happened, he was in luck, as her hand travelled down his chest and into his boxer shorts. She kissed his neck.

He grunted happily as she began to tug at his member. Taking advantage of her mood, he ran his hand through her hair and directed her head, gently, towards his groin. No sooner had he got hard and had his cock loosed, than she'd taken him into her mouth. 'Fuck,' he choked out, as her full lips ran down his shaft. He'd missed this. In fact, he'd almost forgotten just how good it felt.

Helen moaned, greedily, as she sucked and slurped. What had got into her, he couldn't say, but she worked on his member with ceaseless hunger. The softness and warmth of her flesh, held sloppily around his cock threatened to drive him to an explosive orgasm before things had really got going. When she felt his grip tighten in her hair, however, a sign she must've remembered from their days as a lustful young couple, she pulled away.

'Helen, please,' was all he could whine, as she rushed to remove her nightgown. Her large bare breasts made him crazy and he buried his face in them. 'Where've you been, Helen?' Victor couldn't stop himself from asking between kisses of her lovely mounds. He was lucky to get a hand job more than twice a year and she hadn't sucked his cock since before they'd entered their thirties.

'I want a baby,' she confessed with a guilty smile, before clambering onto his lap. He positioned his aching cock at her entrance and she came down on him with all her weight.

'Ooh,' he exclaimed as she began to ride him. He sat up and grabbed a firm hold of her arse. He kissed her neck as they writhed against one another.

'Come in me,' she said, between moans. He restrained himself, however, and delayed his climax. He rocked her long enough to secure a long screaming howl from her. 'Fucking fuck me,' she shrieked, 'come inside me,' she ordered as her groin thundered against his. Her nails dug into his back hard and he responded by smacking her arse, earning a yowl of pain. 'Come in me,' she pleaded, as her breasts slapped against his chest.

He wanted it too, of course. The thought of spilling his seed into her, filling her womb, was almost more than he could bear but he needed to hear her beg a little more. With all of his strength, which wasn't much all told, he rolled her onto her back and pressed himself into her. 'Tell me you want me,' he demanded, as he plunged himself into her.

She grabbed hold of his arse and squeezed, pulling him flush against her with every thrust. By this point she was practically crying, 'God, I want you,' she said breathlessly, 'fill me up, please.' Another cry was drawn from her, 'breed me,' she pled with desperation, 'fill me up, God, fuck.'

That was enough for him and he gripped her waist hard as he unloaded, grunting with relief. She began to cry as she wrapped her legs around him, locking him in place. They remained like that for a while, blissfully, before she urged him off and placed a pillow under her buttocks. He settled back down to sleep and wondered whether her need was a momentary bout of broody madness or something he could look forward to satisfying further.

As if reading his mind, she turned to him and said, 'we'll try again in the morning.'