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You thrust your hips into Mrs. Danielle's tight fertile cunt as she whimpers and moans your name and digs her nails into your back. Slamming her hips back against the stone wall of her office books start to fall of the mounted shelves. You welcome the red fog as it quickly envelops your senses and you grunts turn bestial and vicious as you ram your thick massive eight inch cock completely stretching Mrs. Danielle's cunt as her pussy lips flex as they clasp against your pistoning alpha dog cock. "Fuck yes!!! Fuck... fucking... knock me up... again... lover..."

After three years you have developed a method of dealing with the red fog. The method is to vent it on the women who have given themselves to you and each other. Your marriage with Mrs Amanda, Britney, Claire, Danielle, Hope, Jessica, and Judy {Your mother} may be strange, and deviant, but it was better than the alternative. "More... More... Fuck me... harder!!!" Danielle screams as she climaxed again on your thrusting man flesh, and bit your nipples.

You learned that while your powers were immense they were not absolute as Janet died during childbirth because you taken by the red fog and re-impregnating Britney and Danielle. Your powers also could only enhance fertility, instead of doing anything to limit it. Fortunately, having fathered 18 children had slowed the red fog down considerably for some unknown reason. "Fuck... Fuck Yeah!!! Danny... you... feel as... tight... as... you did... the first... day"

Naturally having six other eager, and willing, family members to help you take care of the newborns was the flip side, and an awesome blessing, to being a freak of nature Adam's family. Still, it worked for you and your beloveds as you drove Danielle to whimper and moan with another massive orgasm. You slammed Danielle's hips into yours and held her tight to you and managed a loving embrace in the midst of releasing your baby batter into her fertile womb. Even after multiple children you made sure their bodies remained as youthful, slender, and toned as they wished them to be. Which just happened to be the way you wished them to be. Which, was a very nice coincidence.

With being compelled to move to Moanoke Island in Rhode Island to live without the government constantly meddling. Your wives Danielle and Hope now were tenured professors at M.I.T. with a little help from you. You leaned against Danielle with her legs still locked in a **** embrace around you. She sheepishly looked at you with a warm loving smile as she extracted her claws from your shoulder muscles. Blood painted her pert, firm, supple breasts as it still flowed slowly from your nipples. You locked your lips with hers and set her down tenderly, and slowly as she regained control of her bowed legs. She had the distinct look of a woman who had just had her brains fucked out.

"You better get to class, husband of mine." She said lovingly as she strained her short skirt, and her panties, before smoothing out her silk cashmere blouse. With a stretch she locked lips with you, longingly again before you both breaking the embrace and walking to class.