Not at all

You can't take it anymore. The desire to feel him inside you is overwhelming, and you find yourself begging him to breed you.

"Please," you whimper, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "I need you to breed me. I want your baby inside me."

He grins down at you, his eyes filled with lust and dominance. "You want me to breed you, little slut?" he asks, running a hand through your hair. "You want my baby in your belly?"

You nod, feeling a sense of shame and excitement wash over you. You can't believe you're asking for this, but you know that you want it more than anything.

"Say it," he demands, gripping your hair tightly. "Tell me you want me to breed you."

"I want you to breed me," you gasp, your body shaking with desire. "Please, give me your baby. I need it so badly."

He chuckles darkly, his grip on your hair tightening even more. "That's what I like to hear," he growls, before pushing you down onto the bed and climbing on top of you.

As he thrusts into you, you moan loudly, the pleasure and the shame mixing together in a heady rush. You can feel him deep inside you, filling you up and claiming you as his own.

And as you writhe beneath him, you know that you'll do anything to feel this way again. You'll be his little breeding slut, his property, his plaything. And you'll love every second of it.