A nervous woman

A frightened woman in a pantsuit opens their door and takes a cautious look inside. The hand not on the doorknob shakily holds a candle.

“Hello, anyone in here?”, the woman hushes before her eyes fall on Roger and Becky.

“Oh thank God, I thought I was the only one still inside. Did you see the living room? And did you … drink it?”, she addresses Roger.

“Well, hello to you too. My name is Becky and this is my husband Roger”, Becky gruffly introduces herself. The newcomers focus on her husband makes her uneasy. And a certain apprehension enters her mind.

She knows about the Butlers concoction, which means she met him and probably drank it too. Hell, she isn’t dead, so she most certainly drank it. The Butler was pretty clear on the consequences of refusal. But something doesn’t add up…

“You’re right, where are my manners. I’m Veronica. I’d say it's nice to meet you, but under these circumstances….” her eyes turn back to Roger, ”Soooo now that we all got acquainted, could we talk about the elephant in the room?”

Hot. Bad taste, but good bod. Roger doesn’t listen to the woman, let alone his wife, talk. Ever since he drank that … whatever it was… his mind wandered in a clear direction. Sex. No, that isn’t right. Breeding, is far more accurate. The womans pelvis looks wide enough to avoid complications and the pantsuit might hide it well, but there are bountiful milkers on that woman.

“- right, Roger?”, he is awoken by his wife nudging his side. Roger start nodding while he turns his head and sees her looking at him expectantly.

He can’t be serious now, was he even listening? Becky didn’t become the best detective at her precinct for being oblivious. Her husband hadn’t paid any attention to her since Veronica came into their room.

“Right, we are both very sorry to hear what happened with your boyfriend, him turning out to be a raging pervert and leaving you alone in this house. Now with the living-room-situation, all the creepy sounds in the rest of the mansion and the locked main gate, we’ll all have to stay at least till tomorrow. But there is strength in numbers and you are right, we would all be safer if we stick together.”, Becky tries to give her husband all the details, without being too obvious.

It dawns on Roger what must have happened. The Butler told them the men could expel this seed unharmed. If they waste it, he added mentally. The mere idea of wasting his cum, repulsed him right now. It belongs in a woman, deep in her womb. So, Veronica must have drank the substance with her partner, but he came and left. Which now leaves her alone and ripe for the picking.

“Yeah, come in Veronica. We don’t know what might be lurking in the other rooms, we should stay in here and wait till sunrise.”, Roger looks at Veronica predatorily.