The night you became a mama

Once you got a taste of cock, there was no going back.

Not when you were in heat, not when your inhibitions weren't here.

Folded in a mating press, you moaned like a wanton whore as he slammed his dick home into your pussy, the sizeable meat pole stretching your hole beyond what you could ever believe possible and slamming hard every time against your cervix, unfailingly making it stretch backwards into your womb... an action which made you moan all the louder, while also making his tip peek into your most precious place.

There was no denying he'd cum quite directly into your uterus should he do so while pushing as deep as he was now, and the pre-cum already spilled in there proved it... not that you care, too lost enjoying the first dicking of your life.

And what a dicking it was.

Albeit a fatty, the guy had been a macho among machoes in the past and his strong muscles still proved their worth, unfaltering and relentless in his **** while keeping you firmly pinned under him...

It was such a sight.

His greasy bloated body over your smooth slim one.
His massive ass squashing your petite one as it slammed down from above, not even waiting for the balls to slap down before going back up to ready another slam.

It was a proper mating press, and you were getting all the cock he could give like a champ.
Well, you were an heroine and so you could stand much more than the common woman... but that also meant he'd need to not hold back, and the less he held back the more primal your fornication became till you two were fucking like literal rabbits in heat.
Well, you were indeed in heat, and after breathing in so much of your pheromones he wasn't that far off.

Unlike you however, he had quite some sexual experience.
Therefore, while you could take as much cock as he could give, you also came that many more times.
By the time he got on his edge, you already came about nine times.
And yet, even if he was close, it didn't look like he was willing to give up and cum... no, in fact he was waiting for you to get close too, so you both could cum together.

He read somewhere in symbolism that nine meant heaven, whereas ten was perfect.
Therefore he first brought you to heaven, then wished to make this perfect by cumming together on your tenth climax.
There's to say, it wasn't like his train of thought was that wrong... after all, roofied or not, which girl would be against a creampie after ten orgasms straight? To be precise, their mind would be in no state to care. And yours, being in heat, could care even less.

No, to be precise your pussy craved cum and each climax only made her thirst harder for some cream... a treat this man was more than happy to give you.

When he felt you milk him for the tenth time... he didn't hold back any more and let himself loose.

He was so deep that his tip was poking into your womb, your cervix so stretched that it became a gate in name only and held no actual function to stop his sperm... there was literally nothing to stop his spunk from flooding into your uterus.
He jizzed away without a care, pumping his seed into you like he was pissing it while enjoying your expression as you twitched under the pleasure of an orgasm while getting inseminated.

It was so exhilarating, to see a woman so beautiful melt under him... would such a beauty usually give him the time of the day? No, she was an heroine and forget about chatting, she was supposed to kick the ass of baddies like him. Albeit not a villain, there was no denying he was on the darker side, morally speaking... and yet here she was, just another bitch for him to knock up.

The thought made another load, bigger than all the previous ones, surge out his balls and right into her uterus.
It was so dense that it may have really done the trick, turning this naive maiden into a young mama.

He imagined a little white swimmer poke against a bigger ovum, then pierce through and into it.
The proud heroine had been conquered and properly inseminated.
Her belly would soon swell, and then a kid will pop out of her.
His kid.

Even if he hadn't taken anything, just this though would have made him harder than ever and ready to resume.
But fact was that he was already still as hard as ever, so he needed no stimuli to keep going.