The Triple Bred (Part 1) [Erotic Content]

The first breeding had been in the Sex Dungeon, the second and third in a bedroom on Hawaii and the fourth on an altar in an Aztec city. Compared to these three, the harem-sized bed felt almost mundane.

‘That’s just my familiarity with it,’ John told himself and threw Layla onto the bed. He turned left, catching the gazes of as many haremettes as could fit their heads into the doorframe. In front of them, Lee and Lorelei walked, stopping to his left.

“Cum zone is now established!” Jane shouted. “Everyone, back it up!”

John laughed, Layla swooned, Lorelei soundlessly chuckled into a raised hand and Lee nervously giggled. The door closed, leaving the four of them alone in the romantically dim lighting.

To the regular man, the prospect of not just having sex with but impregnating three women in one session was a statistical improbability bordering on impossible. Cumming inside each of them and all of them being in their fertile period were two immense, biological hurdles. Yet, to the Gamer this was nothing.

“Strip.”

The order cut through the air like a sharp knife, manifesting in torn cloth. In her haste, Layla tore through the waistband then peeled the tight-fitting yoga pants off. Lorelei was little better, shredding an expensive religious garb in an effort to save just a second. Lee moved with the same urgency, ripping the enchanted clothes off herself with superhuman strength.

All three women were trembling with different flavours of anticipation.

Layla was on her back, her entire body sprawled out for him to behold. One hand bunched the sheets, the other travelled down the mounds of her moderately sized breasts, to once more linger on the deep blue of the womb tattoo. She had a healthy complexion, skin with a light tan that covered her curves with nubile smoothness. Wide hips, thick thighs, a body made to give an emperor many children.

Lorelei had wandered to John’s right. She was the tallest of the three by a narrow margin. At only 11 centimetres between her and Layla, the trio was fairly even in height. With her white, blonde tinted hair, Lorelei stood out intensely among the two shades of brunette. Her breasts were large and firm, the light sag casting a deep shadow where softness spilled over her ribs. She was a balanced hourglass of a woman, a littler paler than Layla. The silken sash that usually covered her pussy had been removed by John’s will, even the metal ring had been hidden. Her hands were obediently folded behind her back, putting herself on display. Wonderful curves all around, radiating feminine grace, a body made to give a saint many children.

Lee remained to John’s left. In height and complexion, she was between the two others. The almost black colour of her hair made her appear a little paler than she really was. She was the most toned of the three, her abs faintly visible while she stood straight and waited for his next move. Her breasts were small, a fact her thighs seemed to compensate for. Those thunderous legs were deliciously thick, all of those squats having worked out to a bottom-heavy, fit nerd. Wide hips, a nervous smile, a body made to give a gamer many children.

All three were drenched already. Anticipation made their pussies swell, the mounds darkening subtly in colour as they grew to be pronounced between their legs. Whether with a tinge of nervousness, with fateful desire or utter obsession, all three of them were utterly anticipating of what was to come.

John opened up his menus and pressed the buttons of the evening. His clothes disappeared, letting his rock hard cock bounce to freedom. “Who is fi-“

“I CAN’T WAIT!” Layla screamed at the top of her lungs and grabbed him by the wrist. The surprise was enough for John to be genuinely pulled along and into the bed. He rolled onto his back, Layla immediately on top of him. Lips mashing on his, the reformed stalker immediately climaxed again as she wrapped her hands around his cock for the first time.

John answered with equal greed, his hands seizing her narrow waist, then journeying upwards. Trembles grew more intense. Pussy juices rained on his cock when he did as little as flick her nipples with his thumbs. He groaned into her mouth, the sound mixing with her muffled screams. For all of the times he had cum throughout the day, he was still so sensitive.

The pumping of her hands was insistent. She was tracing every vein on his shaft, every little bump and ridge. Appreciation and obsession radiated through every gesture. It was the first cock in her life, the first and only one that was ever going to be inside of her.

John grabbed Layla by the back of the head, forcing the passionate brunette to cease her kisses. She growled like a poorly trained dog that was getting dragged away from its treats. The moment his dominant voice rumbled in his chest, reverberating in those shapely breasts resting on him, she was quiet and pliant. “If you want to ride me the first time, go ahead,” he invited her. “Otherwise, I am doing whatever I want with you.”

The gears spun in Layla’s head. Her answer came in the form of her sitting upright. She did not straddle him – she squatted with her feet on either side of his hips. Both of her hands continued to work his length, pressing the engorged tip of his cock against her womanhood. The point of contact sent a jolt of ecstasy through Layla, her head flying back in a silent scream.

Manic, she turned her head left, then right, looking back at the duo by the bedside. “You may be seeded first,” Lorelei answered the unspoken question.

“It’s your… mhm… extra special night!” Lee agreed, a hand already between her legs. The little masturbation addict just couldn’t help herself, teasing her clit and pinching her nipples to the combined first time and first breeding of the newest haremette. “We’ll join you in a bit.”

“Then…” Layla wet her lips with her tongue and faced John again, “…lay there and let me do everything for you, Master.”

“…Fuck…” John whispered under his breath. The brunette knew what she was doing and she did it expertly. Nothing about her depraved, flustered eyes was faked for effect, not a single orgasmic tremble overblown. She well and truly had been broken into the shape of being perfect for him.

Biting her lower lip, Layla lowered herself. The engorged tip of his cock slowly disappeared into her. Juices mixed, drenched the massive thing as it prodded her entrance. The glans had barely disappeared inside of her that she had to stop. Already, she was squirting again, choked cries leaving her.

“It’s so… big!” Layla sounded genuinely surprised by this.

“It is rather large,” John remarked drily. “You must have noticed.”

“I always thought… I just considered that it was perfect, not what perfect really meant.” She clenched her eyes shut for a moment, letting out a long exhale to relax her spasming muscles. “I used the you-sized dildos before… this is so much more…”

Gasping, Layla tried to lower herself further. Every centimetre was hard fought. Brown eyes roamed his midriff, occasionally snapping to his face to reassure herself she was doing everything right. Smiling with lust and encouragement on his face, John kept his hands behind his head. She wanted to do everything and he enjoyed the show of her erotic struggle on her first ever descent.

Another stop, not even halfway down now. He was past the incredible tightness of her entrance and into the shifting folds beyond. “Don’t just go straight down,” he advised. “Roll your hips. Give yourself time to get used to it.”

“Yes, Master.” Layla reacted to his input with born obedience. Wide hips gyrated in long and artful circles. Behind the brunette, Lee fell against the wall, using it as her support as her fingers worked to bring her to climax – and failed.

Lee knew what had happened and her hazel gaze reflected only perverse indulgence at the fact. Despite the seal John had activated, she kept on fingering herself, working her body up into an ever greater need to know release. Two steps removed from her, Lorelei remained rooted to the spot, smiling gracefully while vibrating with need.

Glassy gaze, agape lips, panting moans, Layla was all of that and little more. With little circles, she rubbed him against her inner walls. Deeper and deeper he was let into her velvet core. Gyration by gyration, she sank on deeper, her body adapting with every millimetre.

Then, finally, she stopped. Her ass rested on his thighs. Her clit rubbed against the base of his cock. Intense shivers went through the whole of her. Pussy juices soaked the sheets below where they were joined. Slowed by her spasms, Layla brought her hands to her face and gazed down. A manic smile gave rise to unsteady, crazed laughter. “Hahahaha! It’s in! It’s inside! All of you, inside me!”

John gave a slight chuckle in return, letting the obsessed woman have her moment.

When Layla stopped laughing, it was like a sound track being suddenly cut and replaced with another. Breasts heaving, she tilted forwards. Erect nipples swayed on dangling softness. Her hair fell like a veil around them, framing the depraved expression of a woman possessed. “Masteeeeeeeer.” She dragged the word into a long melody. “Your cock is so deep insiiiiide! It’s stretching me, making me quiver and just keeps making me cum!” Another vice-like grip of her pussy underlined her words. “Ah! Ah! I’m a ruined woman now! There’s just you and me! You-“

“Of course, I will take responsibility,” John interrupted her with a haughty grin. “You’re mine.” Layla let out a squeal. “Now, if you want to become a mother, you have to move.”

“Yes… Yes!” Layla laughed again. “Yes, I do!” She straightened up again, balancing perfectly with his cock inside her and her face framed by her hands. “I’ll ride you until your perfect seed fills me up! Until you make me a mommy!”

Why did men keep sticking their dick in crazy?

Because crazy bounced on his cock like it was her last five minutes on Earth.

Layla’s thighs flexed, her core flexed, all of her flexed and then relaxed, dragging her hips up his length to then drop down and climax again. She tried to keep on ranting and raving about how good he felt, but her words derailed nearly instantly. Every tremendous effort of moving up and every plunge back down was accompanied by only a single word.

“Breed!”

Up.

“Breed!”

Down.

“Breed!”

Up.

“Breed!”

Down.

Her tits bounced in tune with the word. It was hypnotic, though just a singular point of appreciation in all of the debauched glory of the moment. He yearned to grip her by the waist, to really fuck her brains out. His hands clenched and unclenched behind his head. If there was anything saintly about him, then it certainly was his patience. He let the yandere do her thing.

And it was incredibly hot to watch. Layla had sailed straight over the edge of madness. Her hips bucked wildly. Even still, her motions sped up as she became more and more used to the size of his manhood. Her ass kept descending on him with ever louder claps, echoing wetly from pussy juice and sweat.

Layla knew no limit. She was gasping for air, but did not care whatsoever for where her stamina should have ended. “Breed! Breed! Brr---eeeeeeed! Bre-ee-e-eee!” She wasn’t even capable of pronouncing that singular word properly anymore. Grinning and laughing and screaming and climaxing, she was ready.

John was as well. He groaned, a single sound that told Layla everything she needed. Past ecstasy, past the fog of adrenaline, she recognized the pattern of that particular sound. Her eyes threatened to roll up, but she forced them to remain focused, forced herself to remain just lucid enough to witness the final moment of her maidenhood.

John came with a roar. The moment of marking a new woman doubled as the planting of a seed. It surged up his shaft with the potency befitting of the moment. Spurt after spurt rushed up into her. The pressure of her pussy was all-present – as were the motions.

Layla’s hips never came to a still. She was squirting harder than ever before, trembling head to toe to a concerning degree, but all the same she kept on riding him. “Breed!” the word kept flowing from her lips as his thick, white seed kept filling her insides.

Previously brown eyes glowed in a clear pink. Newfound power manifested in ways previously only hinted at. Not only did she experience her first cock, not only was she getting knocked up, but she was also gaining several Levels all at once, breaking through the previous ceiling of her potential. The ecstatic, crazed grin remained plastered on her face as she got everything she wanted: him, his seed and power.

[Layla Impregnation AI: https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/f100ea435001.png ]

The orgasm just kept going as Layla just kept bouncing. More and more white pumped into her until the motions mixed their juices into a froth. It took a perceived eternity for his cock to stop twitching and for Layla to still.

“I’m going to be a mom,” she mused, dreamily. After all the ecstasy and all the ups and downs of the day, in that moment, twitching and gently smiling, Layla was at peace. Never before had he seen this tranquil.

Then, with a devilish smirk, she looked back.

“Your turn, my loves,” she sang.

Lee and Lorelei smiled back.