Redd Breeding

“Bertha... l-let’s do this freely... just for a bit-”

“By my duties to the Lady, you must remain bound,” whispered the redhead as she hiked up her robe, “but don’t worry: I’ve read a lot and practiced with pillows for years for this day.” Her old-fashioned panties slid to the ground with a sopping, telltale impact that gently echoed in the chamber. John was almost none the wiser: completely reclined, he could only look at the ceiling and the walls to his right.

“I’m no pillow, Bertha; let me guide you!”

The rack rattled as John felt robes and slick thighs crawling over and hugging his hips. With a flourish, the hallowed white robe was thrown over John, engulfing his cock in her cotton folds while keeping her body censored. Her thick, coppery bush of pubic hair briefly flashed into view before the robe fluttered to fall on his abdomen. “I cannot trust a Warlock’s word... but I will do my best... o-oh... oh yes... oh...!”

John remained prone and bound as he felt his cock being scrubbed by the untrimmed bush of a 30-something-year-old virgin... and then slid against a meaty clitoris he could feel. Her thoughts became a babbling nonsense soup of prayers of gratitude mixed with her perverse wish to be pregnant. John watched as her knees trembled to stay on; his “rack” had been almost man-shaped, leaving little extra room for her to precariously balance on the edges of it. She stood erect over him, her eyes glistening as she breathed her words, “You’re going to get me pregnant... and when you’re finally free and cured, we will be wed.” John didn’t dare contradict her, despite having no intention to do so. You’ll be mine... finally, a man for me, in eternal union before the Lady... performing her sacred gift, delivering to her new life..! “And we’ll have even more babies... and you’ll never leave me... you’ll love me... ah!”

With her kneeling posture held upright, she finally managed to rise high enough to let the head of his cock slip past her pubic mound... and press, with its precum-slick tip, against her virgin entrance. “I can make you even more fertile... if you just release me long enough to cast a spell-”

“I’m already fertile,” she nearly hummed as she tried to lower herself onto John’s meat. “I track my cycle very carefully... just to be sure for when I finally... found... you-ah!” He’s so big... Lady help me, was it meant to be this big...?

John’s frustration with her persistence was compounded by the frustration of her inadvertent teasing. He calculated what her mana discount from Cult of Personality must have been, based on the earlier dose of Aphrodisiac. With a frustrated grin, John whispered, “Here... let me help you.”

You cast Move on Hospitaler.

What was a torn hymen this long overdue? Virtually unfelt as John slammed her body down to the hilt so mercilessly that the monstrous head of his cock slammed into her uterus hard enough to nearly injure her. Her mind briefly blanked as she moaned from the satisfaction Aphrodisiac now ran through her body. Her feet dangled near the floor as her thighs embraced John, the restraints, and her eager thirst for the cock now speared into her.

But her focus couldn’t go out for long. “You... magic... you did...!” Oh no... how is it possible?! How can he cast... no, I must have dislodged the draining device! I have to get help-!

You cast Aphrodisiac! Hospitaler is now 5,600% more receptive to you.

“Ooh...” I have to... fight... this... or do I? Lady guide me...

John could feel her holy duty subsuming her thoughts... but he knew the only other holy duty that could stop her rebellion. How best to draw the connection in her head?! A perverse suggestion flew into John’s mind... and out of his lips. “Bertha... let’s name our children... after the Wardens.”

Our children... yes... he’s... he wants this. He is secure after all, and if I get help later, he’ll be mine, but if I get it now, I won’t... I won’t bear children for the Lady, I won’t get pregnant... and I will fail in my sacred duty to... yes. Yes...! “Yes...!” the pious girl all but sang.

The way she squeezed him with her untouched birth canal was driving John crazy... but he needed her to get crazier. Level 9... nine rounds... less than a minute... “Alright. I’ll guide you the rest of the way.”

“I... I told you-”

You cast Move on Hospitaler.

The girl’s waist bounced up, though the robe meant John could only feel how her virgin vice dragged up. She moaned and shivered as she began to slide right back down.

You augmented Hospitaler’s sensitivity by 30%.

CRIT! You augmented Hospitaler’s sensitivity to sexual stimulation by 90%!

You augmented Hospitaler’s orgasms by 30%.

You cast Move on Hospitaler.

The priestess had slid back down to near John’s base, her body bucking and sweating as her robe and fiery passion heated her nearly to glowing. She slid up once again by some magical **** not her own, and her first, enhanced orgasm quickly spiked.

You used Aphrodisiac (doubled)! Hospitaler is now 11,200% more receptive to you for 9 rounds.

Thus faded any doubt that this act was a sacred union before the Lady. The twisted physiology of Bertha Redd mounted so rigorous an **** as to cause her to violently seize as she continued to be slowly impaled on the ever-slicker rod of the Warlock. The blessing did its best, the Warlock curse nullified John’s influence even more... but it was all too much for the virgin servant of the Order.

You tried to cast Edit Memory on Hospitaler, but she resisted!

You tried to cast Edit Identity on Hospitaler, but she resisted!

John’s last hopes faded; he couldn’t invent instructions she received or make her rebel, not while the blessing and his curse held his powers at bay, he gathered. Well... I may as well enjoy this. “Let’s ditch the robe,” John growled.

You don’t have enough mana to cast Move on the reinforced Hospitaler robes.

So it really can only be her body, not even things attached to it?

But his alleged fiancée heard her fiancé’s order and shook her head. “M-My body... I’m not... t-that... ooooh...!” My body is ugly and gangly; my breasts are small and yet still sag; my ass is- The pleasure raking moans from her throat apparently couldn’t overcome her utter lack of self-esteem.

“Seeing you naked won’t change my mind about our future.” That was the truth, no matter how she took it. “Now get those robes off.”

A flicker. A dimming of light and a vibrant color. What was that? It vanished as John’s words ended, but he was sure he saw... something between him and the girl shivering on his twitching dick.

She didn’t let him contemplate it for too long as she finally reached down and pulled her robe clear from her body. It was hardly hideous, if unimpressive: small B-cups that showed their age, but with absurdly puffy, long nipples on small areolas that pointed down to John. He couldn’t see her butt, of course, but he imagined it was as bony and thin as the girl’s abdomen. She was not skeletal, but it was clear that she could do well to put on a few pounds. Her pubic hair, so bushy and untamed that he could see it even in his restricted peripheral vision, was the same deep red of her hair.

But this was hardly the thought of John who, with this quivering woman on his rod, was running too high on Libido to hold back for long. With another Move spell, John shoved her down against the will of her arms trying to hoist herself up, letting his meat press against her cervix once more. It opened slightly as she came a second time; he would deliver her wish in the next moment. “I’m going to come,” John panted.

“I-I-!” John felt the burst of moisture wet his crotch as she shifted about... and sunk further. Her womb was welcoming, and her spasms became almost worrying as she felt the first jet of life-giving sperm pool warmth in her core. John’s body bucked uselessly against the enchanted bindings that held him; his balls squeezed the copious seed into the newest receptacle for John’s children, and the receptacle did not disappoint as her womb opened further to his pulsating head to greedily squeeze his sensitive tip. John began to drool at the extra-tight sensation... but Redd, being human, alternated between the agony of this deformation of her uterus and the panting, irresistible power of yet another orgasm washing atop the last two.

The Lady blessed their union, and in that womb was fertilized a future human child.

Hospitaler has fallen ****! Hospitaler is now capturable!

John tried to blink past the pain of too much stimulation as his mildly softening dick was finally squeezed out of Redd’s cervix. The message was unique: normally, the capturable status was limited to his Eye data. It’s like the Game wants me to... no. I can’t keep... this is a human being. Yeah, Ju and Tara were, too, at some point, but their circumstances, the cost of not doing it, but this... this is a new line to cross. How can I cross it?! This is wrong! John's mind screamed at him to find any other solution. Wait, she's ****... let me try the other spells again!

You tried to cast Edit Memory on Hospitaler, but she resisted!

You tried to cast Edit Identity on Hospitaler, but she resisted!

John was out of options... and without the benefit of his Eye, there was no way John was going to get her to resist The Lady's Blessing. Redd’s body shuddered as more spare seed slowly oozed from where her and her first lover were still joined. Redd, who would not free John... who wanted to capture him, in a manner of speaking. She would leave, and John would have to sit and wait for Tricia and the gang... which to put it another way...

I’m... putting them in danger. Even if they’re doing it of their own volition, I’m putting them in danger by staying here... and there's no way they'll let anyone else near me if Bertha tells them what I did...! This is my only chance! John gritted his teeth as his heart and mind continued to **** him. But... how does that justify doing this to a human being?! She's not ready to explode, and she's not some kind of weird zombie monster that I'm unsure about... this is... I know what she is, and... fuck, what am I even thinking?!