And it comes to you how it all slips away, youth and beauty are gone one day

Carly’s heart pounded in her chest, and she shivered beneath the grasp of the lascivious assassin pinning her on her stomach to the bed.

This wasn’t Carly’s first threesome. It wasn’t even her first threesome with another girl. She wasn’t uncomfortable with what was going on, but it felt… strange.

The anticipation, that’s what was getting to her right now. Carly was feeling the desperate excitement that came with anticipating what was going to come next. Because Nick’s words had thrown her for a loop. Even though Carly had assumed that she wouldn’t be getting penetrated today, given the circumstances, Nick seemed to be of a different opinion. Hearing that he wanted to still have sex with her even after all of her confessions to wanting to get pregnant and have his babies (something her body STILL wanted her to go through with, in fact!) was really lighting a fire between her legs, and she couldn’t help but wonder where they would go from here- and if she really could get out of the Master’s Suite in the morning without being knocked up.

What am I doing? This… this isn’t me! Carly knew that something was up the second she’d copied Mary’s fetish. Because a breeding fetish was absolutely NOT on her list of fetishes, that was for sure!

Carly had been sensitive when it came to children, ever since what happened to Emmy. Before, she used to be so jittery about the idea that just the thought of getting a couple of drops of Mary’s milk in her mouth had sent her running in terror, because what if it made her want to have Nick’s kids?!

Well… she’d just cocked up big time if she’d been scared of that happening, because right now, her body was still demanding that of her- and she was struggling not to give into those demanding urges with everything she had!

And yet, even though Carly have been traumatized by the death of her daughter, and had been terrified of that ever happening to her again, she hadn’t done anything about it. She’d never gotten her tubes tied, even though that had been a permanent solution. She’d used hormonal birth control, but it had been months since she’d been given a dose, so now her body was nice and fertile again, and maybe even ovulating right now.

Carly had decided that she never wanted to go through that horrible experience of childbirth again. If you asked her before, if she ever wanted kids, she would tell you directly that “No, I don’t!” assuming she didn’t just run away from the problem or break down crying.

That was the relationship Carly had with children. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them, but she stayed far away from them. Even her old friends from high school who had children now, Carly had slowly let those friendships fade away, because it was too hard for her not to envy what they had, and know that it could have been her.

She didn’t want kids.

She was traumatized about the idea of having kids.

But she’d never taken the permanent step to ensure that she would never be able to have kids again, either.

Because…

Carly did want kids.

In the deep, dark part of her heart, the side of her that had been buried deep down by the trauma of losing her daughter, Carly wanted to be a mother again. She wanted to go back to those days of glorious joy where she felt her beloved little angel slowly growing inside her womb. She wanted to be able to place her hand on her round belly and just feel the presence of her child there. She wanted to go to the doctor and see her son or daughter’s sonogram, she wanted to be able to hear their heartbeat.

Being pregnant had been the happiest time of Carly’s life. It was the only time she could remember when she had a purpose. She wasn’t just a sexy girl with huge boobs, she wasn’t just going to parties and enjoying herself without a care in the world.

She was doing something significant. Something that mattered. She was bringing a life into the world, and transitioning from just a woman into a mother. After a life of just “living in the moment” Carly had finally found something that gave her a real sense of purpose.

And she’d lost it in the worst way possible.

So, she’d put it all away. The baby clothes she’d bought for Emmy were packed up in a box somewhere in her parents’ garage. All the things that she’d gotten in preparation for motherhood, the things that were so, so precious to her, but unnecessary?

She couldn’t throw them away. She just couldn’t. But she couldn’t dwell on them, either, she couldn’t be reminded of their presence.

So, into the box they went. Along with her heart. Her dreams. Her vision of herself as a mother baking cookies with her daughter and playing soccer with her son, or playing soccer with her daughter and baking cookies with her son, or any combination of those things with any and all of her children, because she would love them just the way they were.

She’d put all that behind her, but she couldn’t throw it away. Because, deep down, she still wanted that. There was a treacherous part of her that still whispered into her ear, years later, that it wasn’t too late for her. That she could be a mother again.

And then, she got her Emmy back.

Carly was no longer just a mother in the technical sense for having a pushed a baby out of her body, now the human that she had given birth to was back in her life, and she was responsible for her again. It wasn’t as easy as a switch being flipped in her mind, and now she wasn’t affected by what had happened to her, or how losing Emmy had destroyed her, that pain would never go away.

But…

She was ready to open that box, now. She was ready to start unpacking it. She wasn’t ready to be a mother just yet, but she could finally see a future where that dream was no longer something to be ignored and abandoned.

It could happen, now.

Carly could see a future now where, someday, she carried another baby in her womb, where Emmy had a little sibling that she could dote on, and they could be a family.

And it was those thoughts that had her paralyzed right now. Those wishes, that dream that for so long had been out of her reach, that Mary’s fetish was tapping into, telling Carly that she should just give in and have Nick’s babies.

But, as she struggled and fought not to give into her hormonal urges and the tempting whispers of Mary’s fetish, she realized what was leading the call on the other side.

It wasn’t just Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin who was holding her down. No, in Carly’s mind, someone else was holding her hand, and stroking it gently while giving her an understanding and accepting smile.

Dani… Dani’s right here with me.

Of course, Carly wasn’t a crazy person. She knew that her girlfriend wasn’t ACTUALLY here with her. No, right now, she was probably in their shared bed, enjoying having a bit of space along with Carly’s sister, assuming Marley wasn’t hogging the covers again.

But just by closing her eyes, she could see Dani’s face, telling her that it was okay that Carly could give in and get pregnant, that she wouldn’t mind if her girlfriend gave into her urges.

Carly could genuinely imagine Dani being that understanding and accepting, because she was such a wonderful woman.

And the fact that she WAS such a wonderful woman was exactly why Carly couldn’t just give into her sexual desires like that! Dani was such a sweetheart, Carly could never do that to her! She couldn’t just go and let herself get pregnant without even having a conversation with Dani about-

“Hyieeennnn!” Carly’s eyes snapped open and she arched her back so sharply she practically headbutted Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin in the chin. She could feel a set of fingers digging around inside her sloppy pussy, and her drenched inner walls were responding, closing down hard around them and squeezing with all their might.

This wasn’t Morgana’s clumsy fumbling. The person touching her right now, their fingers were thicker and rougher. Fingers that she was excited to feel, because she knew who they belonged to.

Nick! He’s touching me! Carly felt her hips quiver and the strength nearly left her legs. A shaky smile crept up her lips and she bucked her hips back towards him.

“Morgana’s right, you really are dripping wet,” Nick said from behind her. Carly could only imagine the sort of face he must have been making. Craning her head back to look at him would get her nowhere- Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin had her pinned to the bed. But that was just fine. She opened her mouth and gasped, shaking her hips excitedly to try to tempt him even though she knew better than to do so.

Carly still thought that she could have her cake, and eat it, too.

And she really liked cake.

“Oooh… I… I am…” Carly was surprised by the raspiness of her own voice, but she didn’t mind in the slightest.

“I’m soooooooo wet for you, Nick,” she moaned, wiggling her hips again tantalizingly. “Oh, won’t you please… please give me your cock as a reward?” She crooned. “I’ve been such a good girl for you tonight…”

A blatant lie.

The whole pretext of this little role-play was that Carly was getting punished for being a bad girl, not a good one!

But right now, she’d say or do just about anything to get the sensual treatment her heart was craving desperately…

…

Wait, did Carly think “sensual”?

She must have really fried her brain, because she didn’t give a fuck about “sensual”! She wanted something hot and steamy, the intense slapping of skin against skin as Nick took everything he desired from her sexy body.

Carly used her years of kegal practice to squeeze down on Nick’s fingers again, and it sent a burst of pleasure through her body as brushed her g-spot against his fingers with her clenching and nearly brought herself to orgasm using his fingers as a tool.

Nearly… but not quite.

Carly was saving that part of herself for when they really got serious, and he put himself inside of her for real.

That was what she was after. That was the high she was chasing. She knew that, once he did, it would make her see stars.

She wanted to beg and plead, but she had to stop herself, because Nick was just going to do it, wasn’t he? Even if she said nothing.

So, she convinced herself that if she just kept her mouth shut and let him do as he liked, well, then she would be blameless, wouldn’t she? Nothing Nick did after that would be her fault, then, he’d just be taking his pleasure from her however he liked!

And she couldn’t be held responsible for that, if he lost his control and his composure and ended up firing off inside of her and knocking her up! That would just be an unfortunate turn of events that no one could control, and then-

Wait.

Nick was on the bed.

She could feel it. His fingers were gone, withdrawn from her lips in spite of her protest, but as her vagina clenched in frustration at having been denied his tender caress, she felt the weight on the bed shift from him climbing on top of it.

Carly’s heart raced. Here it was.

The main event.

She could feel Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin atop her. The other woman was holding her down in total silence, but she could still feel her presence. And she could also feel the mute woman’s small boobs rubbing against her back.

“Rriiiiiipppp…”

A tearing sound echoed through the room, and suddenly the sensation on Carly’s back changed. She realized that Nick must have been taking advantage of Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s Tear Away transformation, stripping her naked to heighten her arousal. She was in a uniquely-suited position to recognize that, being right under the assassin and feeling her body literally begin to heat up on top of her.

Carly licked her lips and let out a moan. She couldn’t help herself, really.

“Niiiiiick…” she rasped out, shaking her hips in desperation. “Don’t just play with heeeeeerrrrr! You’ve gotta be touching meeeeeeeee!”

This was the first time Carly could remember being so needy when it came to sex. It honestly caught her by complete surprise. Usually, she was the exact opposite. Happy to take a backseat and let the other people she cared about satisfy one another first, before they began to pleasure her. It was why she’d been fine with attending to Nick’s needs in the movie theater, even though he was focused on pleasuring Morgana.

As long as they all had fun, that was fine, right?

That’s what Carly had always believed, anyway.

But right now?

Right now, she didn’t want to be like that. She didn’t want to wait before getting the pleasure that should be hers!

She wanted Nick to pleasure her- first.

She wanted to be the one getting loved and doted on!

Was that so wrong?

Tonight, Carly was supposed to be the bad girl. The naughty, teasing maid trying to get her master’s babies.

It was barely even a role-play at this point. The role-play itself was basically just plausible deniability, now.

“Oh, I don’t really want to have your babies! I’m just getting into character!”

It was one of the most obvious lies that could ever pass Carly’s lips, right behind “Well, it’s not like I really like having huge boobs, they’re totally inconvenient!”

“Masteeeeerrr!” Carly wailed when Nick didn’t respond. “Please!?”

He wasn’t satisfying her. He wasn’t even trying!

Why not!? What did Carly do- or not do- that was so repugnant that he couldn’t even try to satisfy her, like the good girl she wanted to be?!

Well… a lot of things.

But still, this wasn’t fair!

She shook her hips frantically, sensing Nick’s presence behind her and knowing that he was teasing her at this point, tormenting her, leading her on like some-

“SMACK!”

A strike to her ass made Carly’s whole body shake. Again, she chased an orgasm that was just out of reach, but almost as fun to chase.

Almost.

She quivered and held back her moans, trying not to lose control and cum prematurely. It only added to her frustration.

Because… she knew that what Nick was trying here? It wasn’t… it wasn’t going to be good enough. Not a chance, no way!

Carly… Carly was…

Carly was overwhelmed.

And she LIKED being overwhelmed.

Because it wasn’t Morgana’s spatula that had struck her ass, which was smooshed between her hips and Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin.

It was Nick’s hand.

Just feeling his touch again was enough to drive her crazy.

“Settle down, Carly,” Nick’s voice gruffly chastised her. He wasn’t even being mean to her or anything, he was just…

Reminding her of her place.

That was all.

…

And, damn, that was honestly kind of doing it for her, she had to admit.

Carly licked her lips and fought back the urge to moan with excitement. She was stuck between wanting to be the bad girl who tempted him, and the good girl who got her reward.

But Nick wasn’t biting. Maybe because he sensed the truth behind Carly’s intentions, and knew that the “good girl” was just a façade.

Because the reward that Carly was pursuing was getting so fucking pregnant that even Mary would be jealous of her.

And that wasn’t the sort of thing a good girl should be chasing.

Still… Carly couldn’t do much more than shake her hips and plead, so that’s what she did.

“I want it, I want it, I want iiiiiiitttt!” She whined like a bratty child throwing a temper tantrum in the department store because her parents wouldn’t buy her the toy she wanted.

Only, a baby wasn’t a toy. (Well, unless you counted a certain scissor-wielding psychotic doll, but Carly wasn’t gonna go there…)

“He told you to settle down!” Morgana’s voice snapped from somewhere behind her, and this time, it was the spatula that struck her ass.

Carly could smell the faint aroma of peaches in the air, and began to feel her butt get bigger again, which was nice.

She wiggled her hips excitedly, and imagined that, right now, Nick and Morgana were behind her, both looking at the sloppy mess she was making of herself underneath the hot-bodied assassin pinning her down to the matress.

Nick was on the bed, and Morgana was standing beside it. Or, no, maybe they were both on the bed, maybe they were touching each other, maybe Morgana had decided to take advantage of her position as the dominant one and take the lead, leaving Carly to languish helplessly and-

“Hyaaaaahhnnnn!” A moan broke past Carly’s lips as electricity surged through her body.

What had just entered her… it wasn’t a couple of fingers.

It was hard and thick and Carly recognized it immediately, because it was the very thing that she’d been hungering for ever since she got a taste back in the movie theater.

Oh my gosh! He did it! He actually did it! His penis, it’s inside of me right now! Oh my gosh!

Carly’s walls flexed excitedly around Nick’s throbbing shaft, and just the sensation of that was enough to make her loins quiver. She was supercharged now, and hardly able to control herself. Feeling Nick’s cock inside of her was making her see stars, and she dug her nails into the bedsheets as she all but shook Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin off her back from the sheer excitement and pleasure she was feeling.

“Maybe this will help you behave,” she heard Nick grunt from behind her as he thrust forward, pushing the full length of his shaft inside of her. He was still following the role-play’s script, evidently. No one had told him that this wasn’t just an act anymore, that Carly wanted him to knock her up like the baby-crazy bimbo she was hungry to become.

Oops. What an oversight. Someone should really let him know, shouldn’t they?

…

“Yes!” Carly moaned, bucking her hips back against Nick’s thrusting crotch as pleasure flooded her body. “Mmf, fuck me, master, make me be a good girl again!”

Yeah, Carly would get right on clearing things up. Any second now.