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You'll never forget the look of excitement and joy on Zayne's parents' faces when you were pregnant with your first kid. Every time you went over to Zayne's parents' house, Zayne's mom would caringly rub your expectant tummy, giving you tips on how to navigate your pregnancy journey. Which you tack in the back of your mind, knowing you'll need it.
The first time you felt yourself going into labor, Zayne’s face was riddled with concern and worry. That whole week of your predicted delivery made Zayne so nervous; he’d wonder if today would be the day his pretty little wife would give birth to his first child. What if he missed it? What if he’s at work and can’t be there for you? He would kiss your cheek with feelings of anxiety every time he’d leave for work.
When He heard that panicked whimper coming from you downstairs, before you could even call his name he was already beside you. His panic struggled to remain contained as you saw him rushing down the stairs towards you with a terrified concern. The big question lingering in his mind: “Right now?! Is it happening?! Is it happening?? Oh my Astra, is this happening??!”
He had a controlled urgency, gently handling your pregnant body with that dominant guidance that you love. The way reassurance fell from his lips: “It's okay, Honey. We're going to be okay.” The way he caringly rubbed your pregnant belly, kissing his child... And you wouldn't dream of forgetting how sexy a sweaty, frenetic Zayne looked as he shuffled you into the backseat of his clean car, pushing the soon-to-be-used car seat you both were gifted at your baby shower out of the way.
3 babies later, his parents remain delighted by all the grand-babies you're gifting them to treasure. Your children's ages are only one year apart from each other. Even their birthdays are close since you copulate around the same month. People look at the sheer amount of kids you have along with their close ages, and think: "Her poor pussy." But when they see Zayne, it allll makes sense. Tall, fit, handsome, hazel eyes, dark hair... He's a heart surgeon for fuck sakes!
From the outside looking in, you are the epitome of a picture-perfect mommy who does everything right. Your mother-peers are envious of how easy you make motherhood look. When other impressed mothers ask you “How do you do it?”, you have to give them some bullshit ass answer like “Oh~ y’know, they teach me new things every day!” or “I'd do anything for my kids, they're my whole world.” Fucking liar. I mean, it's not technically a lie. But you know it's not the whole truth.
But how could you tell them the whole truth? "Oh yeah, my husband and I have a crippling breeding kink." They'd never talk to you again! Seriously, what would you tell them? That you have a depraved kink for being bred? That you're as unrestrained as sluts get? That you're addicted to being loaded with your husband's seed? That you can't go a year without Zaynes' raw, unwrapped cock spurting hot loads into your vaginal cavity?
Around the clock, you are begging Zayne to pump you full of his DNA- his hot, sticky semen. Ugh, you need him to make you pregnant with his fourth kid. A burning craving to have his seed to fertilize your egg.
The kids can be (naturally) quite demanding at times, so sometimes Zayne will take you to the car in your dark garage and fuck you senseless in the backseat. The windows are tinted, the doors can lock, and the kiddos never think to check there, so it’s perfect for when you need to act on your spontaneous bursts of passion without interruption. You don’t even remember when you both first started to use the garage as your secret lovemaking area. You are not complaining though.
But don't worry, Zayne is dependable. He has the money and the time to raise each individual creation of yours and his overindulgent lust. And if there's a craving of yours, he's satisfying it. You often wake to the aroma of whatever peculiar dish your mind conjures. Daily, Zayne comes to you, stopping whatever you're doing to feed you your prenatal vitamins. At this point, they are basically a portion of your year-round diet.
He cares about your health, so he won't stress your womb out (too much), waiting the recommended minimum of a year (and 1/2, if he's feeling really patient) before he's back to filling you with another round of his kids, fertilizing yet another one of your enthusiastic eggs. He marks that special day on the calendar with red pen.
The period where you can't get bred is pure torture. You would whine into his ear, “Please, Zayne~ I need your cum~” Which he always responds by shushing you. “Just another month, dear. Just one more month before I'm back to filling that pretty little hole with my cum.” So you both impatiently wait for your recovery period to be over.
Zayne tracks your ovulation, preferring to breed you when you're most fertile. You forgot what menstruation even feels like, the pain of it all being replaced with pregnancy struggles. The periods between you recovering from childbirth (breeding breaks) are spent still fucking, just with a condom on.
And when you are pregnant? That's just a bright green light that says “Go” to Zayne. Pregnancy don’t stop shit ‘round here.
When you're pregnant, Zayne capitalizes on your increased blood flow and haywire hormones. Ohoho- And the second trimester of your gestation is his favorite, fucking his cock through your natural lubrication and creamy, increased secretions. During pregnancy, you become engorged and your cunt swells, growing plump, providing more meat to cushion Zayne's thick, meaty cock when he pounds into you.
Zayne avoids positions that put pressure on your pregnant belly to prevent the restriction of blood flow to his baby that's growing inside you. So that means no mating press. You beg him to fuck you deep on your back just once, but he never gives in. As much as he loves fulfilling your fantasies (and filling your cunt), he loves keeping his baby safe more. Instead, he opts for fucking you doggy style, spooning you, or cowgirl style.
Zayne is so sexy as the father of your kids, gently tucking the kiddos into bed. Lulling them to sleep, he peers over his prescription glasses while he reads them a bedtime story. Those same tales he tells to his children patients. Shutting the book, he heads up to where you lie. Now he has to take care of his pretty little wife. Returning to your shared master bedroom.
All today, you and Zayne have been sharing knowing looks. The monthly calendar offers a glimpse of how this day will end: Zayne fucking his 4th spawn into your needy cunt, until you're leaking his sticky secretions. Tonight, he fully intends to fuck his fourth little rascal into your womb, like it’s his personal garden for only him to bury his seed.
He rushes through the bedroom door with a calm urgency, locking the door behind him. “The kids are asleep.” He's on your neck, kissing it with a pressure that dances between delicate and passionate. Your hands shoot up to his nipples, toying with them through his shirt delicately. He reaches for his belt, undoing it with no time to spare.
“Good." You lean back under his weight, parting your legs for him. When he holds his gaze like that, it intimidates your spirit. you love that intimidation factor, however, it makes you wanna burst on his cock.
His lips pop off your neck, a string of saliva stretching from his lips. He looks so pretty like this, with his lips shiny from his spit. "Now fuck me.” Your breath is shaky.
"You..." Zayne whispers, licking your earlobe. Slow and tantalizing. "...are dangerous." His voice is hot and breathy in your ear.
He lifts you, gently laying you on your back. He grabs the sides of your hips, tilting them for deeper penetration. After all, his pretty little wife deserves his cum fucked all the way up her cunt~ Right? Gotta make sure he's breeding you properly~ Right?
"Tell me you want this. Tell me you need me to breed your fertile pussy tonight." How lewd... Your lips part, no dignity left. "I need your seed, Zaynie! I need you to breed m-me!"
He groans at your vulgarity, pulling his heavy, leaking cock out from his boxers. There's a splitting sensation as you feel Zayne plunge his leaking cock deep into your sloppy breeding hole. Your pussy clenches around him like you can't live without his cock, milking him of all his DNA. You both share a gasp.
"Fuck- Daddy..."
Sweat dampens Zayne's cheeks as he kisses your lips tenderly. "Need Daddy to make you a mommy again?~ Hm~ Pump you full of my hot, sticky cum?~" His pace is wild and unrelenting. Zayne supports his brutal movements with his arms on either side of you, his grasp crumpling the bedsheets. A muffled grunt tumbles past Zayne's lips. The sticky white ring around the base of his cock leaks down onto the wrinkled bedsheets.
"Please, Daddy!- Please make me a mommy again!!"
You bump foreheads with Zayne, his face an intimate distance from yours. His head tips down, colliding with yours, as he eyefully watches how he drags his cock out of you, only to hapahzardly slam it back into your sloppy pussy. Cream sloshes, escaping from your scalding core and around his cylindrical shaft. Such a shame his cum is being wasted. He needs it all deep inside your womb. He moans your name under his breath, and he whimpers a few "Mommy's" too.
He slams his cock deep into you, and it digs right up on that spongy G-spot of yours. You cry out from the pleasure, struggling to be quiet. "Oh!~ Baby, fuck!!~" You feel Zayne's lips on yours, muffling your cries with a messy kiss, his hips slowing to a more gentle pace.
"Shh~ We don't want to wake the kids up, do we?" Your body rocks as Zayne's hips gently shift your body's position on the bed ever so slightly. He grips your hip with one hand, steadying you, leaning down to feverishly kiss you again. This time, his tongue invades your mouth, exploring. With weak limbs, you grab his arms to help steady yourself.
"I know~ but fuck- Zayne~" You cry into his mouth, softly. Doesn't he know? His hushing will only turn you on more... Your pussy is gushing from the pure arousal. You hear increasingly wetter sounding shlicks and slaps with every completed thrust into your pussy.
Zayne mutters under his breath, telling you how he's going to breed you. How he's going to give you his offspring: "Mommy... Fuck- Mommy~ 'M g'nna make you a Mommy~"
You look down, observing how Zaynie plugs your pussy full, his cream gushing out of your sore cunt. Watching the way it leaks out of your sloppy hole, speedily rolling along your external folds. You open your mouth to warn you might just burst on his cock, but Zayne thwarts your train of thought with a fierce thrust of his hips.
"Taking Daddy's cock so well, Mommy~" Zayne whines, his voice quivering as he tries not to bottom out in your warm cunt. He slows his pace periodically, evading his rising orgasm. His eye contact is piercing as he moans into your ears, his breath hot against your earlobes. Fuck, you think you're gonna cum...
"Ohhh~ Right there, Zaynie~"
With a grunt, Zayne pulls his hips back, pounding down into you, balls deep, mating press style, your legs against your chest and pointed to the ceiling. Oh, how traumatizing it would be if your kids walked in to see their sweet mother like this. Good thing the door's locked. Who knew you were such a cum slut? Only Zayne knows your true nature... Sweet, loving mother by day, Dirty cum slut by night. All for him to make love to.
Zayne's hips grind into yours, pinning you into the mattress, forcing your body to sink deep into the sheets. The bed creaks under your weight. You feel a rising tension in your core. Your legs begin to shake from the immense amount of stimulation. The tension only grows more pronounced, your orgasm threatening to overwhelm your senses. You grab at his arms. "Zayne!- I-"
"-I know... I know..." His cock pumps in and out of you slowly, then quickly, switching rhythms in intervals. His toned and scarred arms begin to tremble along with his voice, as you rock your hips up into Zayne's, making them crash together, sending a wave of pleasure through each other simultaneously. You both shudder and shake, your shared motions not being enough. You need to fuse. To breed.
"Omgomgomgomg!-" You feel your orgasm rushing up your throat and out of you. "-OH~ FUCK!~ BREEDMEZAYNE!!" You try so hard to suppress your moans, but fail miserably. Hopefully these walls are soundproof....
"Yeah, baby?~ Uh-huh~ Uh-huh~ Take my fucking load, baby~ Take ittt!" He lets out a resounding groan, Zayne's hammering into your dripping cunt. The bed creaks loudly as his pace speeds up to a godly amount of fever, chasing that mind-breaking orgasmic high of his own. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. Your legs lock around him in as you share one last kiss of passion as he fills you with his sticky, hot load.
Zayne stays still, decompressing before he pulls out. Which he really doesn't want to do. Finally, Zayne drags his cock out of your creamy core, his seed gushing out. He immediately plugs your messy pussy closed with his two long fingers, blocking his seed from exiting your creamy pussy. The concoction of vulgar liquids and secretions creates a milky white ring around the base of his fingers. He doesn't dream of you cleaning up, your thighs sticky with his baby batter. He wants his seed to submerge itself into you, getting the proper chance to breed you.
Zayne sucks his fingers clean after he lets his finger fill you for a little while. He lowers himself by your side, spooning you. He rests his chin above your drowsy head.
"Zayne..." You weakly utter.
"Rest up, Honey. You have a busy future ahead of you." You feel his soft lips press against the back of your head as you drift off to sleep. The night comforts you, cicadas whizzing, the wind breezing past your bedroom window.
Tomorrow morning, he'll cross today's affair off the calendar, letting its ink stain the paper red. Let's hope that the kids are ready for their new sibling.
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