Time seems to slow. You can feel your whole body tingling as you slide all the way down, coming to a stop as his cock hits your cervix. It hurts, but the pain is a distant thing. Something is about to happen. You feel marvelously full, aware of every single sensation here, at this moment. Your heart is racing. Sweat glistens on your skin. You're uncomfortably aware of the weight of your own breasts, heaving in time to your breath. They've always felt like they weren't real before, but now, you know that they're yours. Every time you breathe, electric sparks seem to dance across your pelvis. Isaac is looking right into your eyes, and the hunger - the need - in his eyes is almost frightening. So much. Your whole life has been leading up to this moment. Here. Now. This choice. To be impregnated by your best friend, and be a woman forever.
... And you've already made it.
You begin to ride him, taking him in slowly, lifting off, sliding back down, a deep, profound ache rising within you. And then he's forcing you down onto your back. You struggle. You want to be on top when he cums in you, but he's stronger, and in seconds, you're lying on your back with your legs wrapped around his waist as your best friend fucks you once more, pistoning in and out of you, heat building and the ache growing ever more unbearable.
"I want you... he moans. "I want you... , God, I want you..."
That good ache rises within you in time to your heartbeat, in time to him and the fullness inside you. He's speeding up, slamming you against the coffee table with desperate speed, moaning your name, saying that he wants you. The glass is warm beneath you now. Everything is warm, and it hurts so good that you never want it to stop...
You hear yourself cry out in ecstasy. The ache builds and builds and builds and then crests into a wave of pleasure that momentarily whites out your vision for a second time as you cum hard on his cock.
"I want you..." he says one last time as he plants his cock at your cervix.
You can feel... everything. The sudden heat inside you. His pulsing cock against your fertile womb. You clench around him, milking his cock. And then you see his eyes. The look of triumph. And now your howl is half pleasure, half horror: you know what this costs, and the price is too high. It's all you can do to ride out your climax as he continues to pulse within you, seeding you, filling you with life, killing you.
Impregnating you.
You can feel the moment when your male self ceases to exist. You can FEEL the moment of conception, as life sparks within you, and dies and becomes you, forever.
"I want you," he'd said.
Lying beneath him on the coffee table, knowing what he's taken from you and what you've created together, you reply... |