Bareback Breeding: Accept the Risk

Isaac’s cock pulsed against your stomach, thick and angry-red, his shaft glistening with your shared fluids. The torn condom lay forgotten as you climbed onto him, your swollen cunt dripping, hungry for his seed. The curse sang in your veins, your womb clenching like a fist around nothing.

“Do it,” you hissed, nails raking his chest. “Fuck me raw.”

Isaac’s hands seized your hips, his grip bruising as he slammed you down onto his bare cock. The stretch was brutal—your puffy lips strained around his girth, your cervix battered by his thrusts. No condom. No mercy. His balls slapped against your ass, each snap of his hips forcing a choked cry from your throat.

“That’s it,” he growled, sweat dripping down his neck. “Take your brother’s cock. All of it.”

Your breasts bounced wildly, nipples chafed and raw, as you rode him. His thumbs found your clit, rubbing rough circles that made your vision blur. The curse wanted this—your body burned, your walls fluttering, greedily milking his shaft.

“Gonna cum,” Isaac warned, his voice a feral snarl. “Gonna flood that slutty womb.”

“Yes!” you screamed, your orgasm detonating. Your cunt spasmed, sucking him deeper, as Isaac’s cock swelled. Hot ropes of cum erupted inside you, painting your cervix, his seed spilling into your fertile depths. You collapsed against him, his knotting pulse locking you together, ensuring every drop stayed lodged inside.

The Aftermath

Isaac’s cum leaked from your battered hole, pooling beneath you on the sheets. Your womb ached, bloated and full, the curse’s timer now a taunting 30 hours left. Isaac traced your stomach, his smirk dark. “Hope you like stretch marks, mommy.”

But the curse wasn’t done. Your clit throbbed, still hard, your body demanding more.