Try for an immaculate conception.

By some motivation or another, you're able to resist the primal instinct, the very _need _to fuck her, in order to preserve the hymen she's desperately trying to protect. You wonder how long that would last, given what your enslavement of others has wrought, but you decide to respect her final wish as a free woman.

But this does not change what must happen here and now, after all that's transpired. "Do everything I say, exactly as I say it," you command, "and you can keep your virginity." The order clearly scares her, but she's in no position or state to argue. "Now take off all your clothes." She was still wearing her top, after all; she had gotten so into jilling off that she'd forgotten your first order. Standing up, shakily withdrawing her hands from between her thighs, she lifts the blouse over her head and unclips her bra, revealing those fat handfuls that looked, relative to her body, like C or even D-cups, as far as you're able to understand feminine underwear.

Xenia was now completely naked... and unconsciously fingering herself, utterly unaware until she finds her clit and looks down in disbelief. "Derek, please, I don't actually want any of... of..."

"Xenia, this will be over soon. Now blindfold yourself with your shirt." She picks up the ugly cream-colored blouse, now off-colored on ever spot that she drooled or fingered your jizz onto it, and does as you ask, tying a convincing bandana that sits on her nose. "Good... now listen very carefully..."

After a series of awkward instructions, half-whispered despite the covering roar of the air conditioning, you have her where you want her: legs tied together and bound upwards to a naked pipe in the wall, leaving her on her shoulder blades while the rest of her body is hoisted up like a catch of the day. That tiny, welcoming slit, now squeezed between her closed thighs, looks fat and kissable. You fantasize about driving hard into her now, helpless as she is with her underwear binding her arms behind her, but you mean to keep your word. Maybe she knows that, which is why she only briefly panics when she realizes how helpless she is.

"Derek, if you want... y-you can... you can..." Her ass wiggles, as if to try and complete the sentence she can't get out. Were circumstances different, you might've taken her up on what you think is a plea for anal... but you have the rest of her life to do that.

"Not yet... now hold still. I'm going to put my head in," you say as you stroke. She shrieks and you yell, "but no more! I told you I'd let you stay a virgin."

"But what if you-"

"I won't, long as you don't... move. No matter what." With that, already on the verge of coming from the sight before you, you press your head against her until her labia kisses, and then engulfs it. Gods, she's even tighter than you could've dreamed. You sink your head in past the crown of your cock... and with all the willpower or morality or self-control you have, you stay still as you try to not come immediately. She whimpers... and in fear, her pussy contracts. It crushes your head in slick warmth, and in this embrace you don't stand a chance. Moaning, you anchor yourself to keep from crushing her puss the way every fiber of your body wants you to, and come at her entrance.

"Wha-" Xenia begins to fidget in protest.

"If you move I'll fuck you so hard-!" Your threat is a moan, and this only enhances its danger. She sniffles and begins to sob as she feels your seed flush the tiny chamber between your cock and her hymen. Whatever pores it has are stretched to maximum as your seed filters through, pushing more baby batter deeper and deeper into her cunt, your soldiers swimming with all their might for this wildly inconvenient deployment. You're still hard, and slightly frustrated at not fucking her the way your body aches to. Faster than ever before, after only a minute of plugging her hole, you feel another load being nursed out of you by her orgasming entrance. Of course... even if she wouldn't get pregnant for some time, your sperm was still more potent in here than any other hole in the female body. She was coming hard, and sobs mixed with moans as she wrestled with herself.

"I... I'm not on birth control... please..."

"Please what, Xenia?" You have to sigh your words, your voice shuddering as you try to not come.

"Please... God, please..." Her orgasmic begging is too much, and you come in the still-draining space between virginity and slavery. You crush her hips together, trying to keep the space of her stretched labia around your cock tight. It's hardly a hermetic seal, however: your jizz dots the line between your fleshes as it bubbles up from pressure. Her hymen was likely being stretched to its maximum to accommodate the overwhelming surge of seed.

Her body shakes, and her voice says something incoherent, something impossible. You can't have heard her right. "Wh... what did you-"

"FUCK ME ALREADY!" She wasn't pregnant yet... and so that's enough consent for your lizard brain in the middle of enjoying your second orgasm. You comply, and sink your full length into her. You cum ruptures her purity before your cock has the pleasure, cutting through her hymen without grace or ceremony and rushing over a dozen ounces of man-mayo down her love canal like the rubber plug in a hypodermic needle, closer and closer to the hole in her uterus until physics demands you stop. But you don't stop: you crush her thighs together and fuck her moist cunt in earnest, forcing explosions of your seed into her womb. Everything that cannot simply explodes out of her pussy at high pressure, splattering your crotch. "Yes, yes, YES, FUCK YES!" She cries, she comes... and she squirts piss all over your crotch as if to wash away your own blowback of jizz. You revel in it, nevermind the smell or strange warmth that soaks you. You're two filthy animals, and you would fuck a dozen children into this soiled mate, this bitch in heat of yours if you got the chance. This isn't love, but it's primal, it's necessary, and it wraps around your cock as fiercely as the clenching walls of her-

You dive into her body, drive the tip of your cock into her cervix, nearly through it as it strains to avoid violation, and feed a third load directly into her womb. This was no longer the long trek: your seed was now bathing her waiting egg, and... you knew it. Through the blinding pleasure and your own panting, drooling state, your sixth sense cuts like a knife and shows it to you: her nearly wasted ovum, now awash with purpose as thousands of sperm find it, with millions to come.

But they don't need the rest. A single breach echoes in your mind, and it is the tense surface of the egg being punctured as one of your inhuman sperm cells finds its way in. She was fertilized. She was still coming on your cock, hoisted up and freshly baptized in her own piss and all of your seed in and out of her, but now came the price. The egg nestles into the uterine lining, and takes root inside her.