Drayden’s addicktion
For once, Drayden must relax. And for this, only one solution.
Story for an anonymous Commissioner
Drayden’s addicktion
For once, Drayden must relax. And for this, only one solution.
“We arrived, Sir. It’ll be seven hundred and ten pokedollars.”
“Keep the change.”
I try to control my voice, not to appear too aggressive or cold to the cab driver, this time. However, as I glance through the rearview mirror, I see the old cabdriver’s face contort. And so, as the mirror is adjusted, I see myself.
On edge. Tense. Wider. About to bite anyone’s head off with a single chomp. I need that break.
Running for Opelucid City’s mayorship, handling the constant crisis plaguing the city, supervising Opelucid Academy, keeping the Gym under control ever since Iris left it for the Champion League. More has been piling on my desk every day until it’s been almost two weeks since my last visit.
I am sure it won’t be any trouble, but I can feel the tension as I know, outside, there is a world begging for the Mayor’s attention, for the Gym Leader’s attention, for Drayden’s attention, but not mine.
And so, I open the door, feeling the forest’s crisp air around me.
Already at the City’s edge, I can feel my heat ease before I turn.
“I’ll call you back tomorrow morning,” I say to the cab driver, but he’s already speeding off, not willing to wait as I strut away from the Route 10, following a path that’s familiar but unmarked.
And I already feel… Warm, hot, excited.
My heart thumps faster, my joint pain vanishes. It is easier to go into the underbrush, going so far that I cannot hear anyone anymore. Barely any Pokemon. I have not been followed. There, I sigh, feeling restless but able to work on that as I pass my hand on my belly, then remove my gloves. I clench my fists until the knuckles go white. I-
“Ah. Sir! Are you finally back for your session?” asks a low but jovial voice, gruff, but without excess. Bearded, rough, pot-bellied, chubby, Douglas might not look like much on the outside. To the Region, he’s known as a hermit living away from civilization, almost an expert on Dragonkind, and impossible to find unless you want.
Here? He might be the closest to a fellow or a friend, or a mirror of who I am as I see him brushing one large Garchomp, using an iron brush to stroke the red scales along the Dragon’s gorge.
“Yes. How are the boys feeling?” I ask, nonetheless, glancing at the black apron the man wears, with the flimsy fabric barely covering his hairy side, from the plump belly to the black-haired posterior.
“Pretty great. Going wild and sometimes leaving the domain. They’re missing you, sir,” says Douglas, patting the Garchomp who, in that situation, glares at me, huffs, and returns to Douglas while stomping his foot on the ground.
“It should be easier for them and me in a few weeks. We have been attacked in town. The repairs are taking most of my attention,” I comment, unable to resist approaching and reaching for Garchomp’s underwing, scratching it as it is one of his favorite spots, softer and more sensitive than the rest.
The effort is enough, and a loud purr escapes from the draconic stud.
“Ah. It explains the fire I saw. I was afraid something had happened to you, but after I received your message, it was all right. And the folks are looking quite happy with how you handled the situation!”
“They do?” I ask, passing a finger along the edge, stretching forward while I feel the purr grow louder.
“They do. I had to buy groceries, and you are the bee’s knees. They ought to cut you some slack.”
“Ah. I wish. But they always need me,” I comment, releasing the grip as I watch something pink pierce through the scales and a familiar scent tingle my nose. “Is the place ready?”
“It is. I refilled the fridge for you. And the bathroom! It is clean as it can be.”
“I don’t know how I can do without you, Douglas.”
“Well, you might as well pay me more.”
“You don’t need Pokedollars.”
“I didn’t say in Pokedollars,” scoffs Douglas, chuckling, and laughing before he outstretches a hand, smacking me in the back. “Go, Drayden. You need your moment.”
“Yes, yes. Thank you again for handling this for me.”
“You are repeating yourself, it’s the old age!” continues Douglas, his voice almost booming through the woods as I turn to… Well. My home.
Not the one I have at Opelucid, right by the Pokemon Center. This one is more of a retreat, somewhere I know nobody would bother me or bother to guess it’s me as they glance at the shabby cabin. Hidden in the woods, built in a perfectly traditional style, it is no place to live in during winter. The walls are only of wood and screens, with the front door not even locked.
However, with Douglas acting as a guard, I know nobody would dare to step inside unwarrantedly. And so, shoeless, I proceed with my regular verification.
Right from the get-go, as I enter, I am welcomed by the scent of lavender and other herbal oils. Nothing unusual, but I feel already at ease while I check the kitchenette, and the fridge bursting to the brim with steaks, and some beers. The sink and stove are spotless… And a mere glance at the water tank confirms I’ll have enough hot water for the next four days, if needed.
Such as now as, after two hours of trekking through the woods, I have that urge for a warm shower.
One that leaves the whole place steamy and warm, and stuffy. However, after it, I know I am clean and prepared. My insides clean, I know I can take anyone inside without fear of an accident. And it is with only one towel over my shoulder and a phone I explore, leaving the first room behind to enter the “bedroom” and core of the cabin.
Built to accommodate Pokemons, the ceiling is tall, though it can be adjusted and filled if needed, or used as storage. Inside, the smell of lavender and vanilla is stronger, with hints of thyme. A peculiar mix I take in as I use the towel to rub my hairy chest, digging in the fatter folds I’ve earned recently. Then, without much need, I throw the towel at the center, on a wide circle of plastic protecting the tatami. Then follows my phone as I face the mirror on my left.
In so few months, I can glance at the change… At the round belly, at the hair I let grow all over my chest, at my… Comely shapes. I could never hope to stay naked in my own home at Opelucid.
But here? I feel the air brush against my genitals, finding the joy of my hairy nuts smacking against my thighs as I strut towards the mirror. Goosebumps appears all over my skin as I slid the mirror away, revealing a closet that has been prepared, too. Bottles of all colors or sorts, Pokemons treats, an enema kit. And the two prizes I grab, the first being a bottle “Slippery slope” and what’s unmistakably a purple dildo in a shape that’s not human.
“New one… Kinky Douglas,” I mumble, slightly amused as I observe the toy’s ridge on the underside, the soft spines, then the imitation of a knot near the base.
Then I turn to the opposite wall to the entrance of the room, sliding it open to reveal the acres and acres of forest land, unattended and practically my garden. No. My property.
“Hhh… Let’s not take too long. They will grow restless.”
Oh, they are probably already restless, just like Douglas said. But our little ritual is important as I drop near the towel, stroking the dildo… My ass already quivers as I touch it. As I go on my knees and heels, unable to resist the appeal.
“Hrmphh… What could it be? A Dragapult? No.”
The form is peculiar, odd. But exciting as I reach for the bottle, opening it up, and slathering it all on my fingers. The familiar contact is enough… Just enough to send me trembling again as I apply it on my cheeks, finding the muscles softened by the treatment. But in return, as I massage them, coat them, I find solace. Relief as I could easily pry those white-haired cheeks apart, spread those fat buns and… Caress my hole, my entrance, my daring pucker that has been winking, pulsating, and burning all day.
“Hhh… Yes. Soon,” I moan, unable to resist the tension and yearning to have my finger inserted inside. My voice is a growl, one echoing within the small room as I feel my tender entrance suckling on the finger, holding onto it… Until I pull back.
“Let’s not… Dither.”
No. Let’s be hasty. Let’s be rash. Let’s be brutal.
And so… As my heart thump beneath my tufty breasts and my legs burn, I align that fake toy against my entrance, finding the thin tip poking and nudging at my entrance… Finding its caresses pleasant on the wrinkled pucker.
For a second, I think about lowering myself more… And then, as on a whim, I drop. Knees, muscles, waist, core. I groan, feeling the associated sting and yet…
“Hrmph… Not enough!” I groan, restless as I can feel that plastic inside me. As I feel the heat from my inner walls spreading. As I sense the presence inside, tingling me in all the good ways, from the ring to the sore spot I need massaged. But it’s… Not enough.
Not barely enough. Yet, I continued to ride and jump and bounce and impale myself. My fingers go on my chest, pinching the hardened nipples amidst the fuzz, tugging on them with the hope they might give me the edge, the push, the desired orgasm.
But no.
“Hhh… Definitely… Not enough. Not enough,” I groan, unable to resist as I still impale myself, listening to the squelching sounds of my asshole giving out… Or my walls stretching beyond measure. Of my prostate being squeezed so hard, my cock throbs, jumps… And spurts on the plastic surface, leaving a reflective surface.
But it isn’t enough.
“Ah… I need more! Druddigon! I know you are around!” I shout, yanking the dildo from under my ass, grabbing the toy that was almost as wide as my arm. And yet, with a flair, I throw it towards the forest, bouncing on the grass, only to see one head poke from behind the trees. One, then another. Then a third. Pokemons. My Pokemons.
But the first I called is the closest, his scent reminiscent of thistle, and his stomping always gives him away, especially as he treads around, sniffing the air.
“Druddi-Gon?”
“It’s me. Now get here, so I can handle that for the both of us,” I say, unable to resist as I see the Dragon-type approach, his body… A remarkable work of art. Sure enough, I no longer employ Druddigon in battle due to his age, just like those here. But he remains quite powerful as I feel the ground shake with every step, and the wood creaks as he enters through the back door, his muzzle contorted in a grin.
“Druddigon!”
“Yes! I miss you, too, Druddigon. But you’re not the only one,” I say, smiling nonetheless as I let him advance with his erection pointing up and forward. It is not the first time I've seen him excited like so. It will not be the last, either. But it always… Makes me tingle as I see that monster of an erection, bigger and longer than my arm. From the musky tapered tip to the base, with that knot… I feel my heart tremble and my mouth fill with saliva. I swallow hard, loud, as I grab Druddigon by the erection, digging my fingers into the pure red cock while I glance up to see that muzzle looking down on me.
“Dru-ddi-gon! Dru!” says the Dragon-type, as capable of restraining his desires as I am.
“Good. Lay on your back, then. I’ll ride you,” I order.
He sits, lies down on the plastic cover. His muzzle remains split in a grin, the Dragon-Type watches me gingerly as I grab the lube, squeezing some on my hand… Before I slather it all on that monster of an erection, replacing the musky slime covering it with the water-based gel. It isn’t… As smelly or good. But it’s my first ride of the day, so I need the extra help.
Anything… Everything that can help me with my heat.
Even now, I can feel the breeze brush with my asshole, making it tingle, making it burn. My body is entirely afire as I climb on his groin, as I clamber on the hard scales, feeling the muscles clenching and fighting against my weight.
But I don’t want to stop. And if Druddigon wants to, he would stop me, push me aside, and leave. Instead, I see in his eyes as many desires as I have… As much lust when I squat by his erection, rubbing it against my ass’ crevice.
That heat, that warmth emanating, that stickiness. No dildo can make it feel as great as I keep rubbing, finding my pucker clenching and kissing that monster of a cock.
Years ago, I gave myself to one Pokemon. To my Haxorus. It should have been something I despised. It should have been a moment of great shame for me. No trainer would have let a Pokemon have their ways with them. But I did…. I allowed my loyal Pokemon to rim me, felt his tongue dance, coil, and stretch me until I was left panting and gargling from cumming again and again. And he took me.
He took me again… And again… Until my asshole was crattered, until I was unable to move for a few days. Until I had to consider a different seating chair after each rump.
Until… I couldn’t stop that addiction.
Even now. I cannot stop. That dick is so big, it is almost as wide as a leg. By any account, it would wreck my guts, leave them gaping and drenched. But I cannot stop as I feel that warm tip press against my entrance, kissed by my Pokemon-addicted-cunt. And I sigh, descending and impaling on it.
“Oh… Yes. That’s great. I missed that,” I mumble, my eyes rolling and my beard drenched with saliva. But I continue to lower myself, squatting and forcing the cock to bend until there’s no need.
And then, I can feel it as I rub my belly… Druddigon’s cock. Large. Warm… Bountiful. But not enough.
Yes. It makes my hairy belly bulge, making the happy trail on it stretch while my heavy moobs, so full and needy, are lifted, too. But it doesn’t stretch me as well. It doesn’t scratch my insides as well. It is the real deal. But I know… I am fully aware I need something bigger. No man can ever satisfy me again. And for my Pokemons, even Druddigon, are only titillating what I yearn.
I can feel the throb of his cock. I can feel his grassy breath upon me. I can feel that precum.
Yet, it is not enough.
But I bounce and press, and impale. My asshole is wide, but wider it will be when Druddigon is done. And so… As I move my arms and legs, with that same familiar movement, I feel it press against my prostate, making my cock drip some precum on my Pokemon.
I feel that tremor as that cock, so pleasant once, is only capable of getting me close to the edge but not through. And so, as my eyes open and I huff, I focus only on… Druddigon.
As I see my Pokemon’s barred teeth and tightened paws, I know he’s enjoying it.
He’s enjoying it as I steadily impale myself, making his cock slightly bend back before I push with my legs, releasing the pressure inside me and on him. I let it go… Almost past the rim, with only the wide tip remaining inside my warm entrance.
“Dru… Druu.”
I know what it is and so I push back, pushing against the dick as it slips back inside, making my belly bulge again and my cock spurt on Druddigon’s scales. And I repeat.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
My chest burns, not only from the milk inside my breasts. But it burns with each breath I take; my guts are so squeezed that I'm happy I've trained myself to take it.
I rode so many dildos, so many smaller Pokemons… Now, Druddigon is my training. And his cock, as fast as a leg, is assuredly turning my ass-cunt into a proper donut. Already, my rim is tingling whenever the outside breeze strokes it.
It reminds me of how tight I was… How smaller my entrance was… Now, at that moment, I can even try a finger inside it. And when I do, with Druddigon, I find myself… Wanting more. More as I hear my asshole squelching and trying to close upon my fingers, to hold everything tight inside, more so with all the precum Druddigon is pumping inside me, adding up to my bulging guts.
But… It is also something I know now I must relish when I am far from my pokemons and lovers.
“Ahh… Let’s go. Druddigon. Pump me full. Breed me! I want to feel your cum inside me!” I moan, feeling that precum pour deeper and deeper, starting to thicken, too.
It is… What I want from him. From all of my lovers here.
And so… And so… And so…
I continue. My legs hurt. My arms hurt. But they act the same as before, unable to stop whenever I know there’s a big Pokemon inside me. My guts hurt, but so they hurt when I have nothing inside me.
And so… As I bounce down, as I impale myself. Well… For once, I feel the corner of my mouth hurt from that deep smile.
“Give me your eggs! Stuff me with them! Fill me!” I cry, unable to break, yet breaking a sweat as my entire body is covered with sweat and shaking like I’m sick. Sick… Sick of not bearing their eggs.
When I first started taking my Pokemon’s dicks… I knew it wouldn’t end there. It couldn’t. I searched for the drugs to help with my pregnancy, everything that might be useful to ensure I could bear strong and healthy eggs: calcium supplements, hormone supplements, anything. Religiously, I take them…
And as I feel that Pokemon’s dense cum inside my belly… I know it is the right choice.
I know it as I can’t stop myself from cumming, from the ecstatic bliss that comes whenever white hot pure Pokemon cum fills me, makes my insides tingle… And so, we stop. I stop. Our bodies freeze, our breathing remain as Druddigon’s cock slowly goes limp and shrinks down, then away from my entrance, leaving my cunt flushing out, my belly shrinking, and my guts filled by something else than cum.
“Hhh… Finally. It’s happening,” I mumble, sighing after what feels and must be like hours of afterglow. It is short, but it is a side-effect from the drugs and the constant fucking. I… Was told my body could never be the same anymore, that I could never ignore the heat. I am plagued to be… A broodwhore.
And so… As I stroke my belly while on Druddigon, I can feel the bumps that have already formed. There are many, but not enough to warrant the need to lay them. Not yet. Not as I grumble and turn my head, watching the forest and Haxorus coming to a close, growling and grunting.
“Druddigon. It’s Haxorus’ time. You can go.”
“Druddi… Gooon,” moans the Pokemon, perfectly at ease in his situation. I understand him… I would be of the same mind.
However, after some nudging, Druddigon moves and rolls, allowing me to drop on my posterior and then roll.
The two Dragon-type Pokemons growl at one another, but they know better than to fight in front of their trainer. And so, it is Haxorus’ turn. My oldest and most faithful Pokemon. He was the first to introduce me… And yet, I do not belong to him. But another.
Still, as his large teeth scrape against my face, I cannot stop hugging him back.
“Haxo.”
“I know. You miss me. This time, I will be for longer. Have you seen him?”
“Haxooooo.”
No answer. Not that Haxorus would answer me to tell me where is the male who took his favorite spot. I should not condone, but well… When I watch his thin but elongated pinkish cock slip free from its sheath, musky and covered with slime, I know it’s not the time for remonstrances.
Without much more to say, Haxorus lies down on his back much like Druddigon. And much like Druddigon, he lets me climb on, clambering with my belly weighing me down as I go on all fours, and press that thick and erect cock against my back entrance. Of course, it tingles.
With the added weight already growing inside my belly at an astounding rate, I have to let my Haxorus help me and keep me steady.
“Haxorus,” he moans while I have but the tip inside me, and yet have to adjust again.
“I don’t want to break the eggs. Neither do you,” I snap back, making him go silent before I am finally at the right angle, with his cock rubbing all the good places and without hitting any of the eggs.
A perfect angle for some lazy sex… With his tiny hands locked onto my sides, helping me, while his elongated cock rubs against my prostate. I feel once more the throb, the excitation, the wide presence stretching me as much as Druddigon if not more. But it’s again… Not enough.
Just the edge of pleasure, of bliss, of orgasm. But my asshole has been so ruined, even Haxorus can barely get me there. And so… I ride, focusing again on my brave Pokemon who’s already trembling, moaning, grunting, and shivering.
A quick-shooter, too. It is no surprise he has been replaced, even though he was the boldest. That’s also why I smile at him when I feel his cum pour inside me… Filling me, filling the space between the eggs, making my skin go taut and softened until even the eggs can’t be seen through.
It is not my first pregnancy… And I know I look like I’m nine months pregnant. But this is not the end… Not at all as with a groan and a cry, Haxorus cum… And so, I feel his semen pour inside me, filling… And leaving me groaning as he pulls out.
It is so with what remains of my Pokemons: Salamence, Dragonite, and Garchomp after he left Douglas. Even one of the latest additions, Kommo-o, joins in. Their cries, separated, fill the little cabin until by the end of it, they are done, and I am left covered with their fluids. In sweat, in precum, in cum. My beard is sticky, my mouth dry, my ass so agape I can feel its tingling as air rushes against it… And worse, my belly is so round, I know I am due.
“Ahhh… Douglas? Are you around?”
Silence.
I must do this alone. There’s no other way if Douglas is busy.. And so, as I grip the edge of my ass, still laying on my backside, I feel my ass burn and tried vainly to close. But it cannot, not after all those dicks I took. Not as my abdomen clenches and through cries, I feel the first egg rolling at the entrance. I feel it, so darn heavy. An egg. One simple egg, and here I am, grunting, growling, almost crying with my eyes tearing up and my face going red.
My muscles clench, and my abdominal muscles are burning. And my ass is like begging for some rest. But with two fingers inside, I try to grab that egg, to nudge it the other way and… With a cry of desperation, I finally… Get him out.
“YES!” I cry, sweat caking my everything: hair, beard, chest hair, pubes, ass hair. Everything. Everything that is hairy is sticking to my skin as I sigh, watching that egg, practically a honeydew melon, slip out with all the slime and cum sticking to it.
A first… And yet, I already have a second pushing against the entrance. And a third.
Of course, those come out far more easily. The first one is always the hardest, especially when I’m far from my Pokemons for too long. The first one always leaves me groaning, spent, and sore. But the others? It is… Almost bliss.
A joy as I’m squatting over the plastic cover and merely have to let them go… To feel them rolling and pushing and hitting my prostate until I’m cumming like the Pokemon addict that I am.
Each time one rolls, a shot of precum stains the plastic further. Each time, I feel my asshole tingling more and more until I cannot stop myself from pushing one finger inside, then a second, a third, a fourth… Then my entire hand in an attempt to get them out. And to feel the pleasure.
I know if anybody sees me like it, they’d think of me as a pervert. I’d surely be all on the journal, the Mayor fisting himself while laying Pokemon eggs. Everyone would joke, I’d be destituted, forced to live as a hermit just like how Douglas had to.
But… I cannot stop myself. I just cannot stop as I punch and hit my asshole, feeling it weakly close on my fist, slurping on it, as I grip one egg to yank it out with enough strength I’m cumming.
I love it. I love those eggs. I love laying them… And above all else… I love my husband.
“You love the sight, are you?” I ask, my asshole weakly winking at him. The nice donut is a mass of swollen flesh, red and painfully sore. All eggs are out, but it doesn’t mean I am done. Even after all those orgasms… I know… I know this is not the end.
“Libur.”
“I know…. They’ve prepared it for you. Maybe… We can do it right now. Please?” I ask, trembling as another jet of cum oozes free from my hole, adding up to the puddle that starts to conquer the tatami.
Even then, my hole quivers and tries to close, to stop the flow from escaping while I glance above my shoulders, and hear the stomping in my back. A glance up, and I face his body, seeing the metallic patches over his belly, as well as the heavy genitals already facing me: musky, massive, large, drenched, red. I sigh, unable to resist as I swallow my saliva and another jet of cum escapes from my hole, marking the floor.
“See? I cannot wait.”
“Bax.”
I watch him nod, his yellow eyes going over the eggs as I weakly push them aside, crawling. Then, he steps onward, his claws leaving large gashes through the tatami as he advances, his boulder-like testicles swaying with each of his steps, like incense.
Their perfume is raw, brutal… But I have come to love and yearn for that Dragon musk.
One, I inhale, my burning hole winking in return, hoping for more than to be gaped.
His presence is almost frigid, making the air around him go colder, enough for my puckering hole to hurt as the chilly touch is almost upon it…
But stopping?
Not at all as he drops on his posterior, his broad tail smacking the tatami while he glances at me expectantly.
“Libur.”
“If we are doing it like that, Douglas will have to clean the entire place,” I comment, my voice firm. But he doesn’t budge and so… It is up to me to relent as I stand up, my legs still shaky as I totter toward his direction… And almost trip.
Still, his arms hold me, barely bothered. My hand on his scales, I find them cold to the touch. Not extremely. They still tickle me, though, as I breathe against his body, finding against my hip the warmest and slimiest part of his anatomy.
Baxcalibur. He was one of the few Pokemons staying far from me when Haxorus and I began our fling. I think it is his nature to wait and be prudent, to await the right opportunity.
Such as when I have his icy breath against my face, his claws digging softly into my posterior, prying it apart as he lifts me partially.
Tiptoeing, I still welcome his lukewarm tongue, suckling on the large and massive appendage as it slips inside my mouth, tickling and trying to access my throat.
I gargle. I gurgle. I swallow the saliva he offers, the scent of rotten flesh overcoming my sense of taste as I maintain that kiss, stretch my arm around his wide neck, finding the scales warmer now that he is excited and needy… And as needy as I am when a steamy exhalation comes from him, hitting my face.
“Baxcalibur. Bax.”
“Glad you kept yourself for me. I have taken everything for the pregnancy. I want all your eggs.”
I am not lying as I tiptoe again, sliding Baxcalibur’s thick cock between my buns, finding the quasi-searing shaft pressed against my kissing and yearning pucker. It winks, but with each closure, it grip a bit of Baxcalibur’s loose skin, while drenching it with cum and slime.
“Let’s not dither.”
I cannot…
My mind is pacing like crazy while I clamber on his massive nuts, finding them rigid enough to press on them. And inured enough Baxcalibur doesn’t even wince.
His golden eyes remain on me, expectantly, while his tiny arms are around me, there to grip me in case I slip. I won’t.
Still, it is comfortable and a sense of security as I inhale and… Press my warm butthole against the warmer tip, finding the reward in a jet of steamy precum splashing my rim and inside.
“Yes… It’s… There,” I grumble, licking my lips and smacking them as I feel that enormous tip, mushroom-shaped, press against my hole, forcing it in a conflict in which one has to yield.
It is I, Me who has to yield first.
I sigh. I exhale. My lungs empty, I feel at rest despite the touch of pain upon my rim and… I sigh again, unable to take more than a shallow breath as I impale myself.
Finally, the first inch.
My asshole gives in and my body relaxes, my entire self becomes bloated as Baxcalibur’s cock is bigger than anything else I took today. It is a monster of throbbing flesh, pumping and trembling within my hole. With its sheer girth and stiffness, it is like a pole, a pike, metal itself rather than softness that could bend. And me… I am the toy he uses as his clawed hands hold me, tighten around my hips and sides, to pull me down.
“Ah… Y-Yes!” I manage to cry, only then for my voice to break into a babble.
It is good. Finally, what I want. What I desire. What I aim to be.
He’s pulling me down. Down. Down until the bliss overtakes my entire body, leaving me like a shell he’s filling with his presence and fluids.
I am his. I am his thing as he holds me and I’m lowered, losing control over myself and my thoughts. I used to train them daily, to be the top dog, the trainer, the one who could order them. But here, as Baxcalibur hilts himself within me, I am his plaything. There is no denial as his tongue is again playing with my throat, making me gargle and almost choke.
But it feels good. So good. So great.
I feel him inside me, his stubby fingers pulling on me, yanking me in all sorts of directions so he can get off. And I cannot resist, I cannot even feel my fingers and toes. I am his… His as the world is slowly drifting away and I feel gone. Away.
So good. So great to be his. So fulfilling to belong to another. To a true male. To a stud whose cock is filling me, stuffing me… I keep suckling on his tongue, the only action I can do I control while my ass is suckling him, holding and slowing him down.
I can… Already feel the aftertaste in my throat.
I can already feel the added pressure that keeps climbing and stretching my guts as if I have my eggs back. But it is more: it is warmer. It is better. It is… Him. His spawn. His cum. His spunk I feel at the back of my throat and spurting free as I cough and snort his spunk.
I smile, feeling my eyes water as I keep coughing and coughing, the white liquid never ending while my breathing thins.
Above, Baxcalibur continues to hump, to jump, to somehow rub himself within me to get what he wants. And he’ll get it. He’ll get his orgasm as much as he wants, he’ll get to fill me until my belly is so round I cannot walk. He’ll stuff me until I cannot even breathe anything that’s branded with his stench.
And… It is great. No. The best thing that has happened to me.
My husband is already giving me eggs. And when he’s done, he’ll fuck me. And fuck me… And fuck me.
Until he has punished me enough for daring to go back to my role as Mayor; I am nothing but his broodwhore. His… Wife.