Too Easily (End)

This was cruel. Of course it was; his sister knew no other joy in life. Every step of his childhood had scars as evidence.

He mulled over what he was being asked to do. Did he really have to be the one to impregnate her? Could he help someone else do it, like her own husband? Maybe this was as easy as giving Richard a little pep talk. What if he was sterile? Or Aria on birth control?

He popped the lid of the vial and poured half of it on Aria’s salad, serving the course quickly then making himself scarce.

What was this stuff that he was drugging her with? If I’m giving this to her, I should be brave enough to take it myself. Maybe it will make it easier for both of us. Out of equal parts guilt and curiosity, he drank the remaining strange fluid himself.

Things went well for the couple until dessert. Richard started to feel ill so Theodore brought him some more water.

At Richards urgent request, they left dinner to go back to the room so he could be sick with dignity. Theodore was unlocking their door for them when Richard couldn’t hold back anymore and wretched, messing Theodore’s pants.

They got him into the bathroom and closed the door.

Aria thanked Theodore for his help and apologized for his pants, getting a towel and water bottle to clean it up.

“Don’t mind me, ma’am. I can manage that.”

“Nonsense.” She wet the towel and crouched in front of him to wipe at it.

The second she started, he realized the **** was having an effect on him. She smelled terrific... so... fertile... Theodore blinked. Now... how could he know what that smells like?

Aria seemed a little distracted herself as a bulge was filling his pants before her eyes. Her eyes widened as the bulge worked its way down his leg. And it kept going. Somehow could smell his potency. He was in his prime and his sperm count was through the roof. She felt a heat between her legs.

Richard came out of the bathroom stripped down to his undershirt and boxers, eyes droopy. Aria coughed and looked away from the monstrous bulge. “Honey, how are you feeling?”

“Better... just really tired hon. It must be the jet lag. I need to zonk out for a while...” He collapsed onto the bed and was snoring in seconds. Theodore was sure that Maxine did this somehow. She always had to meddle on every level of her stupid games.

Aria was highly disappointed has she looked over her **** husband. She had needs right now, deafeningly loud ones. But she sniffed the air and found herself looking at the bulge and thinking of little else.

“Take them off so I can...” her words trailled off, forgetting what the full excuse was supposed to be. She needed to see this thing.

Theodore obliged. Part of him tried to say something, maybe a reason that he shouldn’t, or an excuse why he should. Ultimately he just did it, smelling her arousal and thinking of little else. He could just sense how fertile she was right now? Her... pair of awaiting eggs?

This is why it had to be tonight? Or did the **** do that, too? Did Maxine know this already?

His pants fell and his underwear with them. Aria moaned at the sight of his girthy inseminator. Dear lord, that thing could pump sperm all the way to the back of her womb if he let her.

She couldn’t do that. That would be cheating.

She slowly backed away and sat in the leather armchair. She pulled her panties off and spread her legs for the giant cock to see.

Theodore stroked himself with both hands as Aria fingered her wet lips, then her smooth tunnel, prepping herself for that glorious load. She watched his heavy balls sway, brewing a huge batch of cum for her.

Neither one of them seemed capable of speaking, lost in the sense of biological purpose they shared. This was all that mattered.

She was guaranteed to have a baby if she took his load right now, she was certain. She and Richard could never agree on it... Theodore agreed though, wholeheartedly.

He crouched close to her, priming his delivery system with rapid pumps. His cockhead was getting so close to her love tunnel. She shook her head and he seemed to understand. This was good enough. This would work.

He pumped harder, feeling pressure rise in his testicles as everything primed for a special purpose.

Aria lifted her legs and tilted her pelvis as she slouched low in the chair. She used her fingers to open herself as wide as she could, knowing there was going to be a lot to catch.

Theodore’s lower spine tingled as orgasmic nerves ignited.

Aria felt the high velocity splash of hot seed hit its target, overfilling her tiny cunt on the first overproduced cumblast. She stepped on the armrests and lifted her pelvis higher, fingers pulling her lips wider to make more room.

Theodore watched the pool of baby batter drain into her just in time for his second, then third blasts to overfill her again.

Globs of thick cum leaked down her abdomen and between her ass cheeks. She used her hands to save what she could as the manservant staggered away, dropping to the floor with the buzzing aftershocks in his nervous system.

Aria paid no attention to him. His purpose was served. She paddled every bit of cum into her pussy she could, groaning at the feeling of the warm load funneling deeper inside of her, heavy with healthy swimmers. Tens of thousands of them, all on a mission to give her exactly what she wanted.

Ffffwwwwhhhhoommmmp!

Another canister arrived just as Theodore was pulling himself back together. He would still have other, stranger missions to go on. Maxine’s game was far from over.

Not a word between Aria and Theodore would be spoken about what had happened between them. The strange biological sixth sense had faded, and they couldn’t retrace the logic of their behavior. It was a little dreamlike, except for the very real pregnancy to follow. Richard was always willing to be a father if it came to it. Soon he would be as proud as a dad could be.

The End