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A grey-colored sedan pulled into a parking spot at the Hillman’s Grove condo complex. But no one was emerging right away. Inside, Gina Wilkes was taking deep breaths and letting them out slowly, trying to psyche herself up for what was coming. It had been just about a month since her last excursion out to this place…a month that had been preoccupied with thoughts of what had happened, or what might have happened, the last time she was there. Today, she was going to get some answers…and she wasn’t 100% sure whether that was all she was going to get.

But first, she was going to complete that damn inspection.

Her target was the condo of Jeriko Errezkali, a Nidoking morph roughneck she’d had that run-in with a month prior. Some things were fuzzy, others were pretty vivid…she’d been trying to do her work, had some words with Jeriko, and then he’d made a push, noting her use of fertility aids and extending an offer to help her make that desire real. And that was when things got both fuzzy and VERY vivid…she was certain she remembered being tied down and fucked hard by that rugged beast, giving her a wild, grungy carnal pleasure, before he pumped his load into her and then did something to make her fertile - for HIS load. Yet, she’d come to later on like nothing had ever happened, Jeriko seeming utterly oblivious to the raunchy escapade. She STILL didn’t know if it was fantasy or reality…had she just had a really intense fantasy about a man other than her husband, other than her kind even? (Not that there was anything wrong with that latter part, it had just never been something SHE’D done before.) Or…had Jeriko somehow actually done it, and somehow pulled off the stunt of clearing away all the evidence?

Right now, she had one point in favor of each explanation. The one for the first was that she was most assuredly NOT pregnant, with a Nidoran or anything else. Something else would have been welcome, but her husband Chet was not doing his part in the matter…she’d gotten frustrated and snapped at him a few times, and the cool response she was getting from him when that happened wasn’t helping matters, he was starting to suggest that they didn’t need to disrupt their nice, easy lifestyle, not directly saying but subtly insinuating he didn’t actually want the kid, which was not what she wanted to hear. It was making it tough to get intimate with him…and compounding that was the point in favor of the fantasy not being a fantasy at all.

Namely, that dinky dick was barely doing anything for her now.

To be sure, Chet wasn’t THAT small - at worst, he was scarcely under average for a human, and when he had been putting effort into it she hadn’t been at all dissatisfied. Only recently had that changed, once Chet had started to get complacent and make her do all the work, and even then until the incident, she at least had been blaming it more on his passivity than his size. But now…now her body felt like it yearned for SO much more. She felt like she wanted it thicker, deeper, more stimulating, things that she wasn’t getting out of what felt like riding a substandard toy at this point. And on the occasions where she managed to get Chet to release in her, it felt lackluster, like even his swimmers weren’t trying…a far cry from the thick, voluminous, virile load she had possibly taken from Jeriko.

And what had that led to, but more fantasy? The scene replayed in her head daily, and sometimes nightly as well. She would sometimes wake up an a hot sweat, having just felt that prick in her arm. She’d find her mind wandering to the events at slow times during the day, trying her best not to show too much of her mind as it went back to that maybe-fiction, attributing the flush to the medications (which no doubt were part of culprit anyway). And despite the rational part of her telling her that there were all sorts of things wrong with the scenario, she never stopped imagining it ending the same way - that ‘treachery’ where Jeriko took the opportunity for himself. Even as twisted as it sounded, she was having a hard time envisioning it being something more wholesome…and an even harder time imagining herself getting what she wanted from Chet.

Could she really have fantasized herself into spoiling herself for her husband? It seemed far-fetched…certainly, though, the alternative was infidelity. Even though she was on fertility meds, even though the Nidoking’s musk had definitely worked on her mind…she could swear she remembered saying yes to his ‘proposal.’ She had given in. And that was certainly not going to win her any karma points. But perhaps one could be forgiven for that kind of ambush in a vulnerable state. This time, though…she was still on those meds, still worked up, maybe even more so than before, putting herself right back in that same position.

And she still wasn’t sure what she was going to say, if he brought it up again.

Finally she opened the car door, stepping out, trying to look as professional as possible. Knowing full well that there was a fair chance she’d get as far from professional as one could be before this was all over…but at the very least, she DID want to do her job first. That was important to her. So up the stairs she went, trying to keep composed, to put on a neutral expression, and to seem like that was the only thing that was on her mind.

Her knock at the door was met with a much speedier response this time. It opened, and there was the imposing form of Jeriko Errezkali, displaying no more modesty than he had the first time around - not that Gina expected him to. It was hard to look at that body and not remember it without those tight shorts on, that fat barbed prick jutting lewdly from him…she caught herself, tried to push that away, out of her mind, focusing on professional. There was a grin on Jeriko’s face that hadn’t been there before, though…and if that wasn’t telltale, she didn’t know what was, she remembered how put out he’d been before.

“Mr. Errezkali. I assume you know why I’m here. My apologies for disrupting you again.”

“Ain’t a problem.” Oh, that coy response was inflaming her suspicions. “I know why you’re here, yeah. Come on in, might as well get down to business.”

Gina had a sneaking suspicion his idea of ‘business’ and hers weren’t aligned. And another, subtler suspicion that it was quite possible they WERE. But she tried to ignore that one as she stepped in, and was hit with that scent once again. She was at least ready for it this time, but she knew it was still going to have an effect on her…but if she kept her wits about her, she could get through the inspection without any trouble.

After that…who knew.

———

It wasn’t easy…but, it was easier than last time. Jeriko wasn’t as talkative this time, allowing her to get through the kitchen with much less fuss. His place wasn’t pristine, but it seemed like he’d diminished the clutter a bit - not something that mattered for her report, but it did give her the sense that he had gone to effort for her arrival. The scent, though, was no less strong than before, maybe even stronger, and while that too wasn’t relevant to the report, it was having a predictable effect on her primed body…she might even have been more responsive than before.

She wasn’t letting it get to her, though, not yet. She kept going, inspecting the main room, the hallway, the bathroom, making note about anything that might have been of interest. Which was mostly just confirming that things looked more or less fine - whatever anyone else might have expected, Jeriko clearly wasn’t careless with his unit, things were in good condition where they mattered. She didn’t feel like that surprised her that much, even - he was a roughneck, but he seemed pretty controlled in temperament.

There was just one room left…she steeled herself and entered the bedroom. And that almost wasn’t enough…not just the strongest scent yet, but the fact that the bedroom looked EXACTLY like her visions portrayed it, right down to the cuffs set up ready for use on the bed. Her heart was pounding as she looked over things, trying to stay as focused as possible, though drinking in that scent was threatening to push her to the limit. Thankfully, she didn’t have to look at much in there, mostly just electrical and walls and ceiling. Was it her most thorough examination ever? Probably not, but it would satisfy her bosses, and that was what mattered. To them.

What mattered to her, though, was something different. She’d done her job…now she needed answers. And so she stepped back out to the main room, where Jeriko was sitting, almost waiting for her. She set her clipboard down and turned to face him. “Mr. Errezkali. I’m surprised you’ve been as quiet as you have been, given how eager you were to chat last time.”

“Well, you’re just doing your job, Miss Wilkes. Didn’t you say that yourself?”

“I did. And I don’t remember it stopping you then. Nor do you seem as uncomfortable with my presence as you did.”

“Got no reason to be. I admit I was a bit cranky then, but ain’t nothing wrong with you. Just me being suspicious when I don’t have to be…something I’m trying to work on.”

Gina wasn’t sure how much she bought that, but didn’t see a point in pursuing that particular line further. “Mr. Errezkali. What happened last time I was here?”

“Well, Miss Wilkes…” Oh, that smirk was getting to her, he wasn’t letting it off his face as he stood up. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little more specific than that. After all, I don’t know what it is you’re wondering about.”

“You…you know exactly what I’m wondering about. I…I remember…a tryst. You, making an offer. Me…accepting that offer. You taking me into your bedroom, tying me down…having your way with me. And then…making me think you had just…impregnated me with your child.” It was not lost on Gina that Jeriko was getting closer as she spoke. “And I want to know if what I remember is what happened.”

“Mm, sounds like a spicy time to me. Been on your mind that much, has it?”

Gina glared up at him. “Just tell me. Was it real?”

Jeriko chuckled a bit. “A gal who knows what she wants. All right, then. You bet it was real. Everything except the ‘knocking you up’ part, at least. That prick was just to put you out.”

So it was true…after everything that had happened since she got here, she was pretty sure that was the case, but she still needed to hear confirmation from him…Gina took a deep, musk-laden breath. One part of her know it should be upset…it was having trouble from the other part that was irrationally excited. “…And you had me out, completely at your mercy…and all you did was clean me off? That’s what I’m supposed to believe?”

“You can believe whatever you’d like, Miss Wilkes. If I was gonna do more, you’d’ve been awake for it. I like my partners active and eager. Besides, I couldn’t sell the illusion if you weren’t freshened up.”

“…Why? Why the whole…production?”

“Why? Because, Gina…I was testing the waters.” Jeriko’s sudden, slight yet deep growl as he leaned in made Gina’s breath catch in her throat. “Testing to see how far you would go. To see if you’d tell me to stop before the moment of truth happened. I could have knocked you up right then and there, and you couldn’t have stopped me…but as fun as that might sound to some, there’s something even better to me, and that’s someone who WOULDN’T stop me, even if they could. Doesn’t matter what the reason was - maybe second thoughts, maybe concerns about hubby, maybe thinking that I might not keep my word, I was looking to see if I’d get that stop or no. Interesting, I didn’t hear either one…even when I pulled that little ambush stunt.”

Gina felt herself shiver. All that she remembered…no, she HADN’T said no, even when the realization of it had seized her. Maybe she might have been feeling something that wasn’t total enthusiasm, but that wasn’t an outright declaration - and considering she’d given him the green light before…she shook her head a bit. “But even though I didn’t, you didn’t go all the way.”

“Well, things can get complicated, more than I’d like. I didn’t want to jump the gun, after all…you’ve got a hubby I doubt would’ve been that fussed about it.” Jeriko smirked a bit. “How’s that going, by the way? He getting his half-assed swimmers in gear?”

“…Hardly.” The bitterness in Gina’s voice was clearly music to Jeriko’s ears. “Maybe even less so…he’s been utterly useless at giving me pleasure or anything else important. I do all the work and get nothing out of it…not even what I’m really going for. And he’s dropping hints that he doesn’t even want kids now…which means he’s been lying to me about that for who knows how long.”

“What a shock. Bet he’s got shitty virility, too, and ain’t doing a thing to help that.” Jeriko leaned in closer, that musk getting thicker…and Gina wasn’t stopping herself from drinking it in this time, that heat building slowly. “So, seems like we’re all knowing where it all stands. You want a kid, he apparently doesn’t. You’re willing to go the extra mile for it, you’re less concerned about him than getting that. I can give you what you want, and I know you’ll be game if I do…but you’re not gonna trust that I won’t do EXACTLY what I promised, right down to the last turn.”

“I…do wonder about that…” Gina managed to get out, strained though it was.

“Heh…well, let me tell you something, then…” The Nidoking got even closer to her, his breath drifting into her nose…it was tinged with an unexpected sweetness. “I’ll just be nice and up front with you…I absolutely AM going to do that.” Gina gasped a little at that. “Everything before, that was a dry run…the real deal is gonna be just about the same thing. You, on my bed, helpless, needy, just waiting for me to do the deed. And when I ravage you, when I pound you, when I fill you up with my spunk…it’s gonna be hunting down those eggs right then and there. No pretenses…you’re gonna know from start to finish.”

If Gina thought she was shivering before, she didn’t know the meaning of the word. Jeriko was talking almost as though the agreement was a done deal, even though she hadn’t said anything of the sort…and yet, there was no doubt that anxiety wasn’t the only source of that tension in her. “Wh…why?”

“Why? Heh, it’s nothing complicated. You want a kid…and more importantly…I want a kid.” Again Gina’s breath caught in her throat - that was the one curveball she hadn’t anticipated. “Yeah…it ain’t just some deviant thrill…you want to be a mom, I want to be a dad. Seems the only one in this equation that doesn’t want to be anything is that lump that you call a husband…seems to me, if it ain’t contributing anything, it doesn’t need to be there…”

Gina was silent, chills fighting heat and all of it working to rile her up. This wasn’t at all what she had come in expecting, this was far more monumental…and yet…and yet…nothing was making her voice any real objection. Even though by all rights she should have. Even if it was undoubtedly the right thing to do by most measures. Because right by most measures still left one thing wrong…

“Now, Gina…you know the whole score.” Jeriko’s voice got quieter, subtly more seductive. “You know what’s going to happen. You know what I’m going to do, you know how I’m going to do it. But I’m not gonna do it because I can…I’m going to do it because you let me. Or, even better…because you WANT me to. Maybe you really will, maybe you like the idea that much. But we both know that this is where something ends. You walk out, you won’t be back. You stay here, it changes your life for good. So, this is it…what you say here is the final straw. You say no, you leave and that’s that, I ain’t gonna chase you, it’s not my style. You say yes, I’ll be making SURE there’s no backing out. Moment of truth, Gina. Yes…or no?”

It really was the precipice…an inner tug-of-war determined to send her over one edge or the other. A monumental pressure that didn’t have to be…what was right, by all normal standards, was obvious. Yet, the fact that she was hesitating so much on that…that meant something. It wasn’t just her worked-up body, which certainly had opinions of its own…she had more sense of mind than to let herself be ruled by those impulses. It was her desires…her desires for more. For the child she sought. For satisfaction she wasn’t getting. For…Jeriko. For the powerful, muscular roughneck Nidoking, unrefined yet tantalizing, for that addictive scent that left tingles in her nose and shivers down her spine, for that thick cock which had given her a taste of what she had been missing and now could have…

For the man she’d spent the past month fantasizing about being knocked up by. Whose child she had been imagining being put in her, day after day. Not her husband’s…Jeriko’s. Suddenly, she understand her own truth - and there was only one answer she could give.

“Yes.”

———

It felt like an echo of the first encounter…same idea, different qualities. Gina knew what to expect in general, but it was incredible just how different Jeriko made it feel as she found herself in his bedroom once again. His shorts were off before the door was even closed, exposing his slit which was leaking and revealing the tip of his cock, a tantalizing sight that was already heating her up. His hands were all over her this time as she undressed, taking off her shirt and suit coat as they were loosened up, cautiously yet forcefully…like he knew he had more impact on her now than he did before, that he could get away with more. And Gina wasn’t stopping him, almost reveling in the attention as her body got more and more fired up. It was maybe even more exciting than the first time…maybe because she wasn’t clouded with regrets, wasn’t tinged with uncertainty.

And the Nidoking was only upping the ante, as once she was down to her underwear again, he took hold of her, pulling her away from the chair where her other clothes were. She felt his large hands rub and grope over her breasts through her bra, and then pulled the fabric away slightly…and with a tight grip and pull, tore the fabric apart, making Gina gasp a bit as the garment was destroyed right off her body. She pushed back into him as he let the ruined bra fall, toying with her nipples a little bit, rubbing something slightly tacky onto them, making them light up with sensation even when those digits pulled away, a heat that made them tingle a little bit…Jeriko was clearly a wizard with chemicals, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. As she squirmed and moaned, his clawed fingers went down to her panties, again teasing her slit with light rubs and strokes, before he grabbed at the front and tore them away. She shivered a bit as she saw him drop the scraps to the floor, rumbling with lustful aggression…it was an unexpected assertion, but she understood it on a deep level, he was doing things that couldn’t be undone, making his mark on her. And all it was doing was turning her on…it almost felt like a liberation, breaking her out of confinement, freeing her for what she sought.

Jeriko carried her over to the bed, laying her down in just the right spot…she almost felt like she’d never left it, the memory of it so fresh, so dutifully maintained. She spread herself as the Nidoking locked her in, once again not fighting the restraints, knowing that she had surrendered herself even more than last time, and last time had already been a thrill. Jeriko was as efficient and attentive to the bonds as last time, creating that comforting snugness expertly, ensuring she would be in no distress…this too felt so familiar from that memory, she almost wondered if he hadn’t marked them exactly where they needed to go for her.

This time, though, he wasn’t finished once her limbs were locked down. Jeriko stepped away momentarily, pulling open a drawer in the bedside table, and produced one more thing: a gag of some kind, with a spongy cone that would fit in her mouth, keeping her nice and quiet this time. Gina’s heart skipped a beat as she saw it…Jeriko had really meant it when he said there was no going back, this was there to ensure she couldn’t say a word. A definite upping of the ante…and only more so when she saw him rub that spongy cone all over his cock and slit, soaking it in his fluids. Who know how they would affect her, certainly not Gina…but that didn’t deter her at all, and she opened her mouth dutifully as he brought it over to her, pushing it in and strapping it behind her head. She could taste a sweet, tart flavor all over it, which soaked into her tongue as it was trapped in place at the bottom of her mouth. It made her feel calm in one way, lusty in another, buzzed in yet a third…she welcomed all of that.

Now, finally, slowly, Jeriko was climbing over her, his weight making the bed creak just a little bit more, that imposing presence in the dim light all the more imperious and enticing. She could see the lust in his eyes, the want, the anticipation…Jeriko was just as keyed up as she was, without the need for chemicals to loosen him up. That eager erection between his legs looked no less enormous than last time, glistening with a noxious wetness and letting off that scent in the air, the thick sweet-sour scent of Nidoking musk…it was making her tremble, somehow that scent was more arousing than just about anything she’d ever experienced in her life that wasn’t another part of Jeriko. She squirmed a little bit in the bonds, feeling the wetness between her legs tick up another notch.

And that was before he started rubbing…the hot, thick, barbed monster working up against her, letting its heat and its taint flood her, whatever that wetness was on him seeping onto her skin and her folds, a strange warmth building in them, a slight tingle that made every rub feel that much better. Priming her in such delicious ways…already she felt like her vision was blurring, though Gina wasn’t sure if that was real or just her imagination, with Jeriko it could have been anything…she’d been trying to prepare for a lot, but it was so difficult to predict him exactly. Though, one thing she’d prepared for, she hadn’t gotten yet, her arm still unmarred by that expected prick…

“Mm, wondering why I haven’t pricked you yet?” Jeriko looked mildly amused in the midst of his lust as he rubbed up against her, Gina twisting a bit and drawing a sharp breath in at the feel of one of those barbs just scratching up against her clit. “Because that isn’t the way I want to do it. Sure, I could just give you a little jab…but that’s not the best way. Bet you’ve heard stories about it, haven’t you? That it’s something we can do with just our cum…well, that’s true, too, but that only works on the next round, it needs a little bit of time to work its magic. And I don’t plan to keep you waiting, you’re gonna be knocked up on the first go.” He let out a rumbling laugh as he pushed in a little bit, just a few inches, and then stopped and pulled back ever so slightly, letting those barbs scratch and making her moan under the gag…she felt a wetness smear along her from those spiny points, lingering and tingling where they scratched. “And the way to do that…is these. These nifty little barbs of mine, they don’t just scratch that itch perfectly as anything. Every time they flex, they let out a little bit of fluid…each one of them leaking a little bit adds up quickly. And this fluid, it can do whatever I want it to, really…but the best thing for it to do is drool out that stuff that’ll get your eggs going properly. And those little scratches mean you’ll absorb it so much more quickly and easily, getting you nice and primed for when I’m ready to finish…and that’s how you’ll be mothering my child.”

A very thorough explanation, leaving nothing to doubt. Jeriko knew exactly what he was doing…Gina did, through the haze, appreciate that he was making sure she knew as well. But that came a slight second to wanting him to get to it already, she felt that heat building in her loins and she needed a lot more than just the first couple inches of cock that he was teasing her with. Even though her voice was muffled, she was trying to plead with whatever she could, trying to work her body towards him. Even knowing that she didn’t really have any control over the proceedings…even knowing that she didn’t even want it, she only wanted one thing at this point.

And then, quite suddenly, Jeriko started to give it to her. His first real thrust in was abrupt and forceful, stretching her quite momentously in an instant, making her cry out under the gag. She would have thought it would hurt, but not even close, it took a moment for the pleasure to catch up but when it did it crashed into her, making her thrash and shake from the intensity of it. And Jeriko wasn’t nearly as slow as last time pulling out, letting those barbs rake against her, the fertility-bringing fluid smearing along her walls to be rapidly absorbed, before he pumped in again. Not nearly as reserved as when he started last time, yet she felt like it was exactly what she wanted, exactly what she needed…now she was realizing, it wasn’t just the size that Jeriko brought, or the shape, but the intensity…her body had come to crave a rougher ride, Chet couldn’t have offered that either.

“Hrrr, be as loud as you want with those cries, no one’ll hear you except me,” huffed Jeriko over her as he kept his thrusts up, never losing his rhythm despite how much Gina squeezed and clenched on him. “Best part about the second time…once you’re broken in, you STAY broken in. Heh, might ruin you for the useless lump of a hubby, but you ain’t missing much. Most’d call it an upgrade…” He leaned down a bit to lick at her face, hot breath making her shiver a bit…clawed fingers teased around her nipples, first one and then the other, leaving something wet behind that quickly dried and then started to tingle, adding to the blissful stimulation that had Gina almost going crazy. Once again her head was spinning, euphoria pulsing through her, not just from the raw fucking but the chemical heat flowing through her…Jeriko wasn’t just a fantastic lay, he was an exceptional experience, and Gina knew she was sucked in now, there was no going back, not even just for the promised pregnancy but for how much MORE he was than anything she’d ever known.

And if there was any lingering doubt about that, it was effectively being smothered by just how fucking GOOD it felt.

Harder, faster, Jeriko picking up the pace, somehow still teasing parts of her despite humping into her like a randy animal, Gina felt it and welcomed it, arching her back and offering more of herself. And the Nidoking took, suddenly driving in to the hilt, eliciting a muzzled scream from Gina as that pleasure spiked and crested, the orgasm almost explosive as she felt that full-on filling once again, stretching her where no other had dared to tread, where she wouldn’t have ever wanted them to…but Jeriko had certainly changed things, he had truly ‘broken her in’ as he had said, and if this was broken she didn’t ever want to be fixed. Her body rocked and thrashed for a bit, and he slowed for her, letting her ride it out, allowing the waves of pleasure to crash over her until they finally ebbed away, chest heaving as she drew in musk-tinged air, reigniting the flames of lust even so soon after they had burned themselves out. Her hands were balled into fists, her body squirming under him, wanting more of him even as fatigue tried to creep in…

But a little bit of extra chemical assistance banished even that, a little extra stimulant being added to the stimulation as Jeriko started to go at her more fervently, letting those scratching barbs do yeoman’s work, setting Gina up for the grandest of grand finales. He was really driving into her now, stretching her out so deeply and then letting her relax for the briefest of moments before reintroducing himself, flooding her heated loins with his tainted precum, leaking wet and mixing with her own juices to make things nice and sloppy and slick, audibly messy but neither of them cared as the fluids leaked and splattered around their coupling. Yet he never stopped with those little touches that added to it, taking the time even with his frenetic pace to lick or scratch lightly at her, those claws that felt like they could have been quite a bit more dangerous only grazing her and occasionally trailing something along with them that left a buzz in her that somehow stood out starkly even in her chemical haze…so much more production than she would have anticipation from a mere impregnation rut.

Maybe it wasn’t…maybe it was him claiming more than just her body, her eggs. If he wanted to be a father, he wasn’t just going to pump and run, was he? Perhaps Gina meant a lot more than that, more than just a warm body and host…was that perhaps being a little overly foolish? She barely knew him, didn’t she? Yet, her addled mind found it hard to care about that in the moment, lost in the feelings, the sensations, the fact that he was dramatically more attentive to her pleasure than Chet had ever been even at his best, even when he’d been trying…she knew who she wanted more now, for more reasons than she could come up with while in the midst of a mind-blowing fucking.

She noticed clearly when Jeriko’s thrusts started to shorten up and get a little less steady, and even more so when one of his arms slipped under her and his body dropped lower almost onto hers, the needle-like barbs on his body lightly raking against her as he growled deeply and tensed up. He was close, so close, and she was close too, close to her orgasm, close to her goal…and even though she was tied down, only able to let out delirious muffled moans that she knew those ears could pick up perfectly, she still had one thing she could do, and that was clench around him, tighten up, let those barbs flex, try to trap him inside and enhance both their pleasures just a little bit more, that squirming rubbing him just a little bit harder and working him up to his limit.

Though the haze she heard his voice, a bit uneven in her ears, unclear whether that was how it was or just how her drugged mind heard it. “Fuck…almost there…hrrr, can smell how hot and needy you are, how fertile you are…ready for a proper man to give you what you want…you’re gonna ditch that limp-licked lump, pathetic fucking excuse for a male, aren’t you? Now that you know what a superior male is like?” She couldn’t have nodded fast enough, not even truly consciously processing it, but deep down she already knew what she wanted. “That’s what I thought…you didn’t even really want his kid, did you? You wanted MINE. You wanted to be knocked up with a Nidoran!”

Gina was almost a passenger now, part of her acting on automatic, trying to speak it out even though the gag was blocking most of it. Whether any of it could have come out coherently was anyone’s guess, but the sentiment was undeniable. Yes! I dreamed about you knocking me up, I wanted your child, I wanted your Nidoran! Give it to me, you fucking stud!

She had heard Jeriko’s roar last time, the sheer power it held in it ringing in her ears for a while…but this time, it had an even greater intensity to it, tearing from him as he planted himself all the way in her and came, hard, unloading that potent, virile stud batter into her body. She shook from her own climax, shivered from the heat of that seed, shuddered at that reverberant roar as in echoed in the walls of that bedroom…that was even less restrained, even more powerful, almost an announcement to the world that he’d just knocked her up. And as her eyes rolled back in her head, as her vision spun, and her body rocked and writhed, she was certain that he had, that she was without a doubt going to be leaving this romp with a child. It was maybe a bit unrealistic, this took a bit more time than that, but the rapturous haze cared not for the logic - she swore she saw a vision of it, of that masculine essence overwhelming and claiming an egg of hers, fulfilling that vow and her deepest desire. And the rush of that might have beaten out everything else.

Things got a lot fuzzier after that for a bit…everything had taken its toll, and she was weary, even as she was beyond satisfied. She didn’t truly go out, but she lost track of things for a bit, vision swimming too much to see, everything sounding muddy…slowly it cleared up, and as it did, it was to Jeriko undoing the gag from her mouth, her wrists already free and legs being slowly extracted from the cuffs, the Nidoking working them open with his toes. With her mouth free, she gulped down air, tinged with the scent, almost a taste of their coupling on it…he was still in her, a satisfying pressure inside her body, holding his spunk inside her as it did its deed. It felt massive within her…and also like a perfect fit.

Finally all her limbs were freed, and then Jeriko wrapped his arms around her, rolling them onto their sides and holding her close, quiet and complacent rumbles escaping his throat as he rubbed her back. Gina’s own arms reached around and did the same with him, a gesture of affection that was almost automatic, yet felt very right…after all, he had just given her what she had been wanting for so long, why shouldn’t she be grateful, why not express that? Even if on one level it was wrong, well, she’d already breached well beyond that boundary, letting another man impregnate her was most assuredly a few degrees of infidelity beyond a bit of petting. But she didn’t find herself caring at all about that…more than that, it almost felt good flaunting Chet, nothing more than a roadblock getting in the way now. She remembered what she’d indicated before, she was going to leave him…there was no question about that now, she wasn’t going to try to pretend anything, there was no point to that.

And Jeriko…he was going to be a fixture in her future regardless, with their child together. Was there something else there for them? Yes, he was only barely more than a stranger to her even now…she would hardly deny the argument that this was perhaps not the most well-reasoned and restrained thing she’d ever done. But…well, stranger things had happened, hadn’t they? At the very least, it was worth exploring…maybe he wouldn’t prove to be a suitable partner, but if that happened she’d figure something out. But maybe he would be…there was only one way to find out. At the very least, though, he had fulfilled his promise to her…that alone was worth a lot.