His kink come true.

You have to understand. I was at my peak fertility window, he was out getting sweaty doing yard work, the most physically intimate thing we did in weeks was an accidental elbow-tit bump, and we were about to try for a baby.

So when I saw it when I was putting away the laundry, it overrode everything in my brain about how I felt about it, and made me do exactly what we needed.

The minute my husband walked into our bedroom to shower, he had the shock of his life. On our bed, he saw me on all fours, wearing my cowkini (complete with the headband with cute plush horns and ears), nips peaking out from under the too small top, breast milk dripping onto a towel so I didn't ruin the sheets, and two fingers up my soaking wet, burning hot, and fertile pussy. I don't remember exactly what I said, only that it was cringe and embarrassing as fuck, but I could not give a shit. I wanted my husband, I wanted his dick, I wanted his baby, and I wanted all of that, now.

I do remember that the reason why I did that was because I had had enough of Mr. Perfect Husband. After so many weeks of pent up horny, I did not want to be made love to. I wanted, I needed, to get F.U.C.K.E.D. Like real animal style stuff. So I had to drop him all the way back down to Beast mode. Running on pure, feral, back of the brain "fuck females or the species will die" instincts.

Well, I succeeded.

His pants practically tore themselves off of him from how fast he went from rope to rod. He leapt on up behind me, shoved my hand away, and jammed himself into me, all the way in one stroke. His fingers dug into my ass, and his grunts and thrusts were so strong and deep and loud. If I wasn't so filled with joy that I finally had his cock in me again, I would have probably been afraid for my life. He didn't last more than a handful of pumps before exploding his hot, thick, sticky, gooey, and virile baby batter all over my cervix, and I could almost feel myself suck it all up inside my womb, getting all those millions and millions of sperm direct access to my egg.

When his brain came back online, he apologized profusely at his poor endurance, but I was on Cloud 9. There is something just so, so, so erotic about making your man so hot and bothered, that he can't control himself. Especially when you're a woman of my size. All I did was take his hands and place them on my stomach. I looked behind and told him that I was happy he was fast. Because it meant that we'd be a family that much sooner. He gave me a warm smile and kissed me, while his cock throbbed inside me.

Making up for lost time, we alternated between make-out sessions and baby-making that night (with the occasional milk break so Rancher could "recharge" himself), and we did everything we could to keep him inside me, so that not a single drop of cum would escape.

A year later, we welcomed our first beautiful baby into the world, and I had two hungry mouths to nurse.