Breed

It was unusually cute to watch her squirm abashed, but it was also confusing, as Jacob was again bewildered. At one moment he thought he had figured her out, now he couldn’t tell if she wanted him or not, or if she was just playing her games. He half expected her to turn cold again in a minute. Despite this, he did not stop his motions, almost like a machine set in its course and as relentless. It might be better to quit stalling and shaft her until she had gotten her fill. The idea was not without it merits and his hands briefly tightened on her leg as he drew it up.

Groaning for the brief moment that his aching member prodded at her mound, it was mental agony not to take a second thrust. Breathing deeply to steady himself, he looked down on her to see her spread out before him, a leg draped over his arm. Her inert posture almost made him feel he was handling a doll, making him snort in disgust. It simply wouldn’t do.

Outside, the rain had not abated, but now poured with even greater ferocity; lightning flashed sporadically and somewhere nearby, an old tree shifted in its foundations and collapsed with a loud crack. Jacob paid it all little attention, all his attention, all his being focused on the task at hand. Lifting her suspended leg, he pushed it back upon her, giving himself greater access to her sex whilst he teased her with the tip of his shaft whilst he watched her face intently for any sign that she was responding, whether she wanted to or not.

If she grew angry or wept or smiled knowingly, he would have known how to act, but her apparent indifference and silence was unnerving him. Only the promise of sex was keeping him erect and maintaining what little dignity was allowed to him in the situation.
 
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She had known it could hurt, but the wine had at least helped her relax that much. It was....uncomfortable...kind of like bending your fingers backwards too far. She had learned many ways to deal with pain. After all it wasn't like you could run to the corner store and get pain killers anymore.

Herbal remedies, well she had many growing in her garden. The garden, triggered the memory of her first time gardening, the first time she had burnt her skin, blisters, now that had been painful and she'd been out of school for several weeks. When she returned, well one of the normal kids had shoved her around, calling her a fragile freak like her brother. Micah realized that was the pivotal moment when she first encounter a Before as cruel. After that her and her youngest brother had been home schooled. The scrape had been the most painful moment of her life, even to this day her one knee occasionally twinged.

It had been a pivotal moment as she'd been able to finish 6 years of high school in three, and found her place in nursing, and pain management.

Why had he stopped? Micah opened her eyes again, biting her lower lip, not wanting to reveal that she was experiencing any discomfort. "I'm okay," her voice was soft and low. She closed her eyes again as he slide into her again. The discomfort was mild, and she silently counted his thrusts, then realized she didn't really want to know how many strokes it took to get him off. Opening her eyes hoping to banish the flood of painful childhood memories.

She realized there was a rhythm to his thrusts and began counting in the timing, 3/4, then eventually speeding upto 4/4 and onward. Her hips moved with him, her body knowing what to do even if she didn't as the pace built. She was slowly withdrawning from the physical sensations, not wanting to equate discomfort with the possible creation of a child.

Her one hand was gripped in a fist, the other rested on his hip, the simple contact where she was focusing her sensations.

She felt the warmth of his skin, the flexing of his muscles and she wondered what was taking him so long. She was having trouble dealing with the intermittent discomfort, it was worse than a pulsing headache, at least with a headache there was something she could do, but this she had no control over. Micah sensed the end was close as his pace quickened, and then it was like a warm pulse inside her body.

Micah's fingers clenched, nails digging into his hip, it was strange that in that one action, with his cock sunk deeply inside her the pain had momentarily subsided. A single tear rolled down her face as she opened her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered unable to articulate the relief of having found the origin of her irrational dislike of him and overcoming it, all while dealing with a physical pain, and she felt she had somehow ruined the moment.
 
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There hadn’t been much to expect from the beginning. The slight grimace in he’s face as bore through the last kicks of orgasm as he deposited the dripping seed within her. It had been something of a novel, if humbling, experience to watch a woman, or perhaps a female, endure his orgasm so stoically. But it was her apology that had completely thrown him off. Had she meant it to be a more pleasurable experience? It occurred to him that this might be her first time, but then again, she wasn’t a virgin, or so it seemed – most that were born before were not aware of the procedures taken that required the doctor to break her hymen beforehand.

Without withdrawing, he hung over her, supporting himself so that he should not cause her further discomfort. The thought of pulling out crossed his mind briefly, but it was comfortable and warm to be within her.

“Don’t apologise you idiot,” he said gently, “you’ll make me feel bad.”

Reaching up, he ran his fingers through the mottle blue-black silk of her hair. The act was done. Was there more he should have done? Once again, he found himself in uncharted territory and was uncertain as to the path. They had done all the council had asked of them, so was there really a need to be there with her yet? Somehow Jacob felt that there was. Despite her tough exterior, she suddenly seemed very fragile to his eyes, almost as a child caught in the midst of an adult act, as of innocence lost.

Slowly, he allowed the weight of his body to bear down upon her and he held her close in his arms.
 
She thought she saw a moment of compassion on his face but when he called her an idiot, whatever progress she had made in liking him was undone and then some. Micah bit her lower lip hard to keep from speaking.

Him feel bad? Of course all he was concerned with was how he felt. She closed her eyes again, not wanting to look at him. It was over but somehow it wasn't done, and she doubted it was complete. She didn't feel different, and she felt very different, and she wasn't sure if she really wanted to be pregnant with his child.

Once he was gone she'd go over her other choices, there had to be someone else, anyone else, who would not be so damned uncaring and clinical about the whole thing. Of course this whole situation didn't exactly make for romance, but he had seemed so repulsed by her physically.

She had seen it in the hesitation, she had seen it many times before, with new parents where the child was deformed. It was hard to want to procreate when he made her feel like a monster. She let tears slowly escape her closed eyelids as his weight settled upon her.

At least she didn't feel physical discomfort, just emotional.
 
For while he felt that everything was fine, at least until he felt the wetness on her face and again the cancer of anxiety gnawed at him to shrivel any sense of accomplishment he might have felt. But he was likewise tiring of the hot and cold attitude and wondered what it was that was truly going on behind that pale countenance. If he had hurt her...

To be certain, he cast a quick glance between them, just to make sure there was no sign of blood in that he had been too forceful with her. The lack of it brought only more questions than it answered. Undoubtedly it was something to do with her feelings towards the matter. Perhaps it was very distasteful to her, or maybe she already had a lover, but it was doubtful the council would have cared much for this point – when survival of a species on the whole is concerned, morals and principles matter little – everything done was for the betterment of the human race in the future, and history decided who was right, not one little man and woman struggling on ethical dilemmas in a lonely windswept, rain-washed cabin in the middle of nowhere.

Easing himself out and moving away from her body made him aware of just how much the temperature had dropped in the room; nevertheless he sat at the side of the bed. The storm was still whipping the landscape outside and lightning flashed intermittently. Looking back at her lying there with thin stream of tears aroused both pity and certain morbid desire in him, and he pulled the thin sheet of the bed over her body to suppress them both, providing for her modesty and highlighting the curves at the same time.

Jacob Anderson had always considered himself a model citizen of his colony, but this experience had left him feeling somewhat unclean, if not physically, then mentally. Everything he had done in his life, he had done for the betterment of his fellow man, and now he was using such an excuse to justify what he could only term as a rape. True Micah had made no outcry, but then again she had had little say in the matter. He on the other hand could have probably said no, moved to another colony, and his skills would have had him work in no time.

He realised he had gone back to staring at her again, his eyes resting on where the delicate lavender mottled body was revealed in pale glory where the sheets had failed to cover. There was a certain irony to the situation, where his mind was disgusted, his body desired. The night was long after all, and it was not pleasant to be sitting cold on the bedside of a woman whose eyes painted a cold sheen of withering contempt on his back. A vague thought crossed his mind that she might be more tractable once she was round and heavy with child, but he hated himself for it, even as his ego was tickled by the thought.

Without being able to leave, he could not avoid her forever in this single roomed cubicle, so he finally turned back to look into her strange eyes – sometimes sapphire, sometimes lavender – with his own dark ones. He couldn’t help but grimace once he realised that his entire focus was on the woman, and that he could not even think of another with her present despite any effort he made. In a way, he had already decided that she would be his.
 
She blinked away the tears, Micah hated crying, and she was able to stop once he pulled out and away from her. She shuddered, feeling both better at not being touched by him, and worse. There was undoubtedly something primal about her reaction, wanting to be close to the man who had just deposited his seed inside her.

She bite her lip again, tugging the sheet slightly before speaking. "Come back to bed, it's too cold for you to sleep else where." She waited patiently for him to lie down and she shifted the sheet over him and then pulled up a heavier blanket over him. She couldn't face him, coudn't see that look on his face, so she turned so she was facing away from him, even as she moved as close as she could to him, feeling his cock against her body.

She felt such conflict and she moved her hand along his arm, wrapping it over her body, letting the warmth of his body and the contact of his skin against hers soothe her frazzled nerves. Micah had already decided that she had never had a chance to choose someone else. That there must be something special about his genetics to make them so determined to make this match.

She let her mind settle on the image of a child, feeling it grow inside her, giving birth, breast feeding, and the idea took hold and made her feel a twinge of warmth towards the man that was bound to be the father of not only said child, but if the child was healthy, then perhaps all of her future children.

"Are you asleep?" she whispered. She wasn't sleepy at all, with the strom raging around them, and his warm body behind her, her thoughts had settled on whether it would be a boy or a girl child.
 
“Hardly,” he whispered back to her. With her so close by, such a thing was impossible. Feeling her pressed so close to him was arousing, and his body was responding without delay. Perhaps his heart might not be entirely on the matter, but his body had taken matters into its own hands, responding to primitive call to mate. He wondered briefly on what it was that caused him to desire her, she quite a far cry from his usual taste in women. His eyes had free reign over her, and perhaps what he saw, though he was not innately aware of it, was simply being translated into a genetic model that his body found favourable and responded in turn.

Her turned back was like a wall to him though, a wall that had to be surmounted if he was to have access to her again, and seed her until his body was sated. He had not even realised that he had accepted to do this deed again, and that everything that had come before was just a pretext. It did not please him greatly to be lead along like a dog on a leash by his impulses.

With the covers over him, he decided that she was not so much a woman who was simply being a bitch as much as she was one who was not really in tune with what she wanted – she seemed to be reacting purely to what she felt at the moment and the awkwardness of their situation was throwing one sentiment after another through her anxious mind. It would simply take time to get to know her; she could not be expected to be entirely at ease with her situation after having had to bed a completely stranger on her first meeting with him with the sole intention of getting herself pregnant. He placed his hand on the curve of her waist, deciding that she was a good woman after all. Come what may, he would not let their efforts go to waste and that by the morning she would carrying something that was precious to the both of them, and even if not then, certainly there would be other opportunities to try.

With a slow deliberate motion, Jacob swept the sheet down to Micah’s waist so that he could see curve of her waist and her hip, allowing his hand to describe and experience the strange terrain of the flesh beneath them. He no longer felt so averse to having her carry his children in the safety of her womb. Even if he would not tell her openly, he secretly looked forward to it.

“I’m not really that tired,” he said finally, breathing in from the foamy mass of her hair and kissing the back of her neck lightly as he allowed his hand to wander from the arc of her feminine waist to her slender stomach, “I just had things to think about. About us.”
 
She had been having similiar thoughts, but she was confused as he pulled the sheet back and the odd sensation of him watching and touching her. She thought he was repulsed by her skin, yet now he seemed fascinated somehow, and her body was responding to his touch, a pink flush as blood flow increased, her nipples tightening.

Micah sighed letting the pleasant sensations rippled over her skin. Her hand slide down between her legs once more, anticipating another encounter, her body shifting so his cock was nestled against her bum. "Such as?" she finally managed to ask, trying to picture another man behind her and finding herself unable to picture anyone other than him. It was as if he had somehow imprinted himself upon her as her mate.
 
The fluorescent rods had almost died down, but there was still enough light to see the smooth paleness of her body. The strange blocky texture of her body was worn smooth and was pleasantly cool against him, but soon she was being warmed by the heat of his body. Against the smooth skin of her full buttocks, his erection strained and burned to leave its impression into flesh. He held her close in his arms, keeping her close against him, noting the subtle movements of her hand between the crevice of her legs. Leaning over, he kissed her on the cheek.

“Such as our future together Micah,” he said, covering the swell of her breasts with his hands as he began to touch her hardening nipples. “What kind of children we’ll have between us? I don’t want another time for us to be together under such circumstances – I’d rather if it were voluntary on your part, on our part.”

Light he allowed his hand to play through her hair and finally tilted her head back gently, until he could look at her in the eyes and kiss her lips, before allowing his tongue to drag down the side of her neck to the stiff nubs of her breast, flicking it playfully. His hand left her globes and he brought them down to add to the efforts of her teasing fingers.
 
It had been compulsory, she had submitted, but she hadn't given herself to the experience. Micah sighed, realizing her own issues had undoubtedly created as much troubles as his own experiences. His touch was pleasant, far more pleasant then she anticipated, and when his hand moved between her legs, she gently withdrew her fingers, allowing him to touch her there.

"Okay," she whispered. Micah bent her knee, giving him more space to play and she moved her foot back behind his body. She ran her fingers over her hip behind her, taking the time to feel his cock, get a sense for the part of him that had so recently been inside her. The room was dim, but her eyes adjusted, and she could see him clearly.

He was just a man, despite the differences in their age and circumstances of their births. "My nieces are smart, beautiful girls, well at least two of them." She didn't feel the need to mention which brother, it was her oldest brother who was paired off with a woman her age. Her third niece was a before/before pair and had developemental issues, "My nephews are too young to tell, but they seem very healthy."
 
Jacob could already tell what she was promising – the quality of his children. Of course he already knew that it would, since he had led the initial research that had proven the results. She was there beside him, and this time, it seemed, far more willing to accept the blessing he would place in the warm sanctity of her womb. With his hand, he imprisoned her hip, crushing her smooth buttocks against the throbbing heat of his straining cock.

His tongue played generously along the arch between her shoulder and neck, whilst his hands continued to tease the mound of her sex, inducing her juices to run and preparing her for the act ahead. The smoothness of her thighs was appealing and he could just lose himself at that moment staring into the lavender depths of her eyes. As her legs opened, his fingers began to delve deeper, penetrating her in slow long strokes so that he could savour the slick heat of her pussy.

Everything now seemed to fall into place; her willingness, his desire, their isolation that guaranteed there would be no interruptions, and the storm that added a picturesque element to the scene. Placing a knee between her legs, he eased them open wider, and reaching down between them, he took a hold of his shaft and began to slide himself into her. It was no longer awkward, as the first time had been – it was completely natural as the act was meant to be. Whatever hesitations he might have had had been washed away by the storm, as though in signal of a new beginning. The sleek exotic being that now lay in his arms was the only thing that mattered at the moment.

“You don’t have to convince me about that, Micah,” he assured her as he removed his hand from her slit and replaced it with the head of his cock. “Everything will turn out perfectly. There is no reason why the children you will bear won’t be as beautiful and healthy. And they’ll have a wonderful mother to take care of them when they come into the world...”

Without warning, he began to ease himself into her, groaning as the slippery heat enveloped him.
 
She felt him slide into her, and even with him behind her instead of facing her, the moment seemed more intimate this time. Micah tried not to pick apart his mother comment which had been a compliment even as it denied him being involved. She briefly wondered if she should mention twins ran strongly in her family, her mother's aunts had been twins and one of her cousins had twins. Of course that was before, but there was still a strong possibility she would end up with identical twins.

It didn't seem to matter, even as it did seem to matter very much as they both sought to create a child together. His body felt even warmer, and she was reminded that her own body tended to run a little cooler, about 95 degrees, instead of 98.6, but she hadn't given it much thought until now, enjoying the warmth of his body, her pussy seeming to have warmed up considerable, as he felt neither warm nor cool inside her.

She had been going to ask about his own family, she tended to not ask as she didn't want to know whose aunt/uncle niece/nephew she had worked on. Last names were fairly diverse and many couples did a merger of names to indicate the new future, breaking away from the past.

Her thoughts were jumbled and hazy, her body feeling warmer and warmer, a light sheen of sweat on her breasts and hips.
 
He wondered when they had come to accept each other, watching her lying there spread out before him invitingly as his rigid cock ploughed the fertile folds of her pussy. Despite the sedate pace, he was not lacking for arousal as his hand caressed her smooth hips and locked upon her. Jacob felt incredibly aware that the searing pleasure of orgasm was no longer the main goal, but only a part and that the boiling flood served more purpose than ephemeral pleasure.

Stretched out before him, Micah showed no signs that she was about to reject it and her body gave every sign that she was receptive. He reflected that if this coupling was successful, it was highly likely that it would be her that he would be asked to mate with again – if they did nothing else, the council took its time to locate genetically compatible partners; ones who when brought together had the highest chances of producing a healthy off-spring. Of course the union of purer humans and those born after naturally produced better results, it did not mean there was no room for improvement.

Allowing his hand to leave the junction of her legs, he ran his fingers over her overly sensitised skin, feeling the uneven texture of her velvet body, the lavender hues giving way to lily paleness whorled with pink. As he made the obligated thrusts into her body, his eyes fixed to hers, watching the hypnotic sapphire-violet of her eyes, wondering what mysterious thoughts passed behind those transfixing orbs. Drawing of her legs upwards, he thrust more deeply, enjoying the full embrace of her wet pussy, grunting with every slap that his sweating abdomen made against her thighs.

“Would it bother you?” he asked suddenly, his voice strained by his efforts. “Would it bother you if they asked this of you again?”


It was quite likely that they would – Micah’s file had indicated a history of multiple births throughout her family, though he was not sure of the details. If they had found a suitable match for her, the council might decide to force the issue again, despite any reluctance on her part using the pretext of the betterment of human race to make any arguments she might have void. But he considered that she might find it less sufferable if it was to be with someone she was familiar with. All he needed was to be successful for this once.

“If you’d like, I could request to have you registered as my official partner.” It would quite likely give her some space of her own, though it probably would not release her of the obligation to produce offspring on a regular basis.
 
Again, offical partner, the thought of what lay behind tonight seemed impossible to forecast. She had just gotten used to the possibility of creating a child, possible children. He was already asking about making it more permanent?

Micah thought about the prestige it would bring to the children, a stable committed parenting couple. Increased access to resources because of said commitment. Heck she wasn't even sure if he would want to live out here with her, or if she would be living with him? She considered how pregnancy might affect her job, the shifting hormones, the physical changes.

It was a lot to think about, the future, and she sighed in pleasure, finding it difficult to focus on such serious matters now that she had opened herself up to the experience of sex. "Ask me when I can think clearly," she purred, running her tongue slowly over her lower lip, enjoying the oddly intimate moment of looking into his eyes.

She had to consider that her home wasn't exactly ideally situated for raising children, and for all she knew his bacheleor pad was the same. Building a new place wouldn't be that much trouble, most of her male relatives worked in construction.
 
He felt a slight pang of disappointment that she had not been able to answer, but she had not refused, which he considered was a good sign in itself. Caressing her body, he took the finger of one of her hands enveloping it in the heat of his mouth, even as he began to drive his engorged member into her succulent depths. When he had first penetrated her, it had been curious to experience the slickness of her arousal, but without the boiling heat one might have expected. It occurred to him that her body might be cooler than his, but the pulsing heat of his cock had begun to raise her temperature.

As of yet, Micah was a slim slender girl in the first bud of womanhood, but he supposed that would soon change in the coming months as her body adapted to motherhood, her breasts becoming engorged even as the flatness of her stomach swelled and became round. In a perverse way, he looked forward to seeing her getting fat from the cream he would provide her with. Just the thought of his own virility made him swell even further, until the pleasurable throb became painful. He began to thrust in earnest, grunting and gasping as her felt the merciless ministrations of her body.

“Is it that difficult to think?” he queried as a playful taunt, but the stress in his own voice betrayed that coherent thought was becoming difficult for him as well. The inability to think had its own advantages though, for it allowed him to appreciate her without any preconceived prejudices that the mind may bring up, albeit unconsciously.

Even if the form was different, beauty was beauty however he might look at it, and he could see that more clearly now, in her body as well as her mind. Even if she had little say in the matter, she was nonetheless accepting to bear his children when she could have kicked, or screamed, or glowered all the way through to make her disapproval obvious. But the sultry look in her eyes had put sudden fire in his veins, urging his efforts.

“If there’s something you want Micah, I want to hear it from you. I want to hear it from your own lips,” he told her as he ran a thumb over those very lips, kneading and pinching them lightly.
 
She nodded, her upper body turned slightly so she could look at him, and when he took one of her cool digits into his hot mouth she was reminded of the slight difference in body temperature. Her mother had been so worried, and the physician had said it was probably advantageous considering the climate had cooled, so that she would not be wasting as much energy on heating her body.

Micah had been extraordinarily healthy, except for the sunburn, and occasional scrapped knee. Which were common to all children, her reaction was merely on the severe side, and she could easily avoid sunburns and scrapes. It felt like he was throbbing inside her, and she felt as if his cock was warmer than the rest of his body.

She recalled how wondrous it had felt to feel him explode inside her, the sensation of warmth blooming inside her body. She wanted that, and she turned her mouth to kiss him, letting her tongue tell him how deeply she loved how he was moving within her. Her hand swept to tangle in his hair.

Micah had thought to say something about wanting his child to be her child, or our child. Every phrase that she tried in her head, sounded silly or childish.

"I want you to touch my breasts while you sate yourself inside me." The words fell easily from her lips, as she ran one hand down to tease her tender clit, feeling her body trembling around him, the tremors that were just a signal of the body quake that was just moments away.
 
He took her then at her urgent insistence, the simple truth of her words and desire, watching her hands perform their seductive motions between the crevice of her legs. With one hand he fulfilled her request as he took a handful of her breast, caressing the soft skin as he pinched and teased her sensitive nipple with his fingers, but he slid his other hand beneath her taking her hold of her ample cheeks as he secured her against him. A shiver ran up his spine as he felt the chill of sweat running down his back as he began to fuck her in earnest.

Compared the savage motions of his hips, his kisses were gentler. Even her mouth was cooler than he had expected, but it was soon warmed by the heat of his own as he allowed his tongue to wander. He knew he could not long keep up the effort; the slick embrace of her sex was simply too much, his balls felt like lead filled sacs waiting to be released from their burden – he had never been so aware of those facts before – the simple act of not needing to pull out had heightened his senses to superhuman levels.

Easing her leg back further until her knee touched her breast, he began to drive into her with long deep strokes, using his hand to pull her down onto his shaft with every thrust he made. Their fervent coupling might have seemed like that of couple in midst of a heated moment of passion, rather than two people complying with orders they had been given, though Jacob no longer thought of it that way, being all too keen to consummate the act and breed with his mate.

The moment he felt his balls begin to tighten, he knew that everything this night was meant for had arrived, and he didn’t intend to hold back this time. The first he had had was an unsatisfactory thing, and he had tightened his body to hold it back, but inevitably he had passed the point of no return and some had dribbled out. But he didn’t intend to hold back the urge to flood her pussy with his thick heavy seed this time round and would give her the full share.

“You want me to sate myself inside you?” he asked, his voice husky and deep, rising in urgency as he went on: “Do you want me to fill your pussy till you’re overflowing with my seed? Is that what you want Micah? Just ask. I’ll give it to you. All of it, until we don’t even know who we are.”
 
She smiled as he spoke, a soft hazy smile of pleasure, as she ran her tongue along her abandoned lips and nodded. Her eyes carefully taking in the look of hunger upon his face, far different from the calculated look of earlier.

If she hadn't known better, she would have thought he had been sent this night knowing it would be storming, but she knew weather forecasting had taken a back burner on scientific inquiry. Genetics had taken a forefront out of necessity, and now such thoughts of genetics were barely a blink in her mind.

She continued to tremble, the movement increasing the temperature of her body. Micah let go of her concerns, questions, fears, and in that moment of emotional release, her body released as well, her core temperature peaking while her body experienced sweet hot pleasure.

"O," her mouth whispered, she had attempted masturbation from time to time, but it felt nothing like this, it was a mere shadow in comparision to the warm tumbling sensation that was spreading out from her core to her extremeties, her pale skin flushed.
 
Despite his attempts to hold back, between the sweet caresses of her pussy and the blooming look of pleasure on her face, it was becoming impossible. His fingers had began to dig deeper into her flesh, even though he knew her skin might be a little too sensitive for such, but he was compelled to bring it to a conclusion, and he felt powerless as his body made his decisions for him – the instinct to claim her being deeply ingrained in the subconscious of his mind.

“Only a little longer Micah,” he said as he broke a kiss to gasp in her ear, seeming very much a slave to his own desire at this point. The smooth, yet coarse folds of her pussy finally drove him over the edge. They were quite isolated from the rest of the world and the agonised cry he gave out was unrestrained as he began to pulse and throb deep within her, his hips clamping against hers, welding them into one. The moment the bulbous head of his cock touched her cervix, he began spew the thick heavy ropes of his seed to flood and wash about her pussy, where her greedy body would take it in. The moments passed, his waist trembling against her as his body shook with involuntary shudders. It had been the first time he had not pulled out of a woman at the moment of orgasm and the soft afterglow of pleasure was sweeping over him.

At last his body relaxed and he lay alongside her, not yet withdrawn, his vision slowly returning from the blindness that had momentarily overtaken him. The bed felt slightly damp from sweat it had soaked and he was beginning to feel the damp of the stormy night air, but the coolness of her body and the temporary heat they had created made it all seem to fit together. Removing his hand from her hips, he did not withdraw it from her body, but allowed it to rest upon the flat of her stomach.

The act had ended, but strangely it did not feel like the hollow experience he had expected it to be. He did not know whether it could be said that they loved one another, but at the very least there was a modicum of respect that had been lacking at the start. Once again he looked back into the violet shades of her eyes, but chose to smile at her this time.
 
She smiled back, she knew there would probably be bruises from his grip, but bruises she could tolerate. It was skin damage that hurt the most, and no one could ever figure out why, she healed slightly faster than the normal person, but none could explain why a scrape hurt so. It had certainly gone better this time, no discomfort, no awkward silence. She felt warm inside, her own pleasant heat blending with the heat he had released inside her. She trembled slightly afterwards, unsure of exactly what she was feeling as she found a way to draw the blankets up over their body.

The storm had abated, but their was a dampness to the night that seemed to cocoon them in it's embrace. "That was much better," she whispered snuggling into him, feeling secure with his cock resting inside her, basically plugging his seed inside her, the simple primal act, helping them bond while encouraging her body to conceive.
 
In the soft darkness of the room, he watched her face as he lay beside her. Maybe it was the coupling they had just performed, or maybe he had begun to accept her, but it seemed that she was much more beautiful than he had originally given her credit for. Of course she just wasn’t any woman anymore. They had consummated the act that they had come to do, and it was the first time he had experienced orgasm inside of a woman. With her so close by, he was overcome by the afterglow of the act which settled about his body in a sensuous velvet embrace.

Doing his best to subtly adjust his position, he settled himself until he had pushed his cock as deep as he possibly could within her body. The evening could not be allowed to go to waste after all, and he had to give her the best possible chance. The moment was curiously intimate, and he pulled her close. He was unsure what he could do for her body, but perhaps he could look into that as another project, and it would be helpful if she remained close for that – he had not forgotten his earlier offer and meant to bring it up when the mood was more suitable, and it was enough to be at her side.

Though the play of light and shadow in the room rendered her exquisite, he wondered whether her fragile body would take the strain of pregnancy. Appearances might be deceiving, but it was thought that lingered on her mind. He might, at some point, have to get to know her family and he wondered what kind of people they were. It felt somewhat awkward to appear before strangers attended by their daughter whom he had knocked up almost as by a stranger. Whatever decrees and sanction the council had given him wouldn’t make that fact any less obvious.
 
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