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Gina Wilkes was about as moderate as it got. She wasn’t the warmest person in the world, but most wouldn’t say she was the coldest, either. She was businesslike when business was what mattered, but she could be relaxed enough outside of that. She wasn’t exceptionally gregarious, but she was friendly and open to meeting new people. And she wasn’t fawning over kids and absolutely ga-ga over them, but she liked caring for them and she did want at least one of her own. She seemed to do a good job walking a moderate line, and one wouldn’t expect her to do anything particularly shocking or outrageous.

And she would have agreed with them. She preferred a relatively quiet life, nothing scandalous or shocking. She wasn’t a thrill seeker, not someone who craved excitement, she was happy if things were going well and that was all she needed. And for the most part, it had been. Her husband Chet was similar to her, easygoing and quiet, and she thought he was a good fit. Things were fine…except for one part of her life that she was missing. Motherhood. She’d wanted it for a long time, but had been willing to wait until things were steady and stable, and they were now…but she wasn’t finding it as easy as she had hoped she would to make it happen.

Only recently had she gone to the doctor to find out why, and she’d gotten answers. She wasn’t infertile, but she apparently had some troubles that lowered the odds for her. So she started on some medications, medications which made her a little less even-keeled than she usually was. It had her hot and bothered more as it affected her hormones, trying to maximize the chances that she could get what she was after. So far it hadn’t taken, but she hoped it would before she started to really lose her cool.

And there was a risk of that happening. The drugs were making her feel less calm, less collected, more sensitive to other pressures. She was acutely aware of the time frame…she was in her early 30’s, which was far from the end of the line for her fertility, but she knew fetal complications were starting to get higher with every passing year, and she really didn’t want to finally get pregnant only to have a disaster happen. And she was also starting to get much more frustrated with Chet, who didn’t seem nearly as invested in the idea of a child…after years of saying that he would want one as well, having her think they were on the same page, his much more lackluster assurances of late weren’t helping. And neither was his performance…she was trying not to be overly pushy about it, but she was a little more energetic in the bed than she had been, and he seemed to be responding in the opposite direction, putting in less effort and being less satisfying. She’d never minded his size before, but somehow, it was feeling less sufficient now than it used to, and she was feeling like it was as much what he was doing as anything…or rather what he wasn’t doing, which was much of anything.

She was doing her best not to let it show, though. After all, Gina knew that it wasn’t anyone else’s fault, other people didn’t deserve for her to be snippy. Her co-workers knew she was stressed out, knew vaguely why she was, and did their best not to make things worse, and in turn she tried to be as civil as possible and not let anything get to her. Trying to remain as professional as possible on the job…well, she had plenty of experience with that, added pressure would just up that challenge a notch.

Gina was a building inspector, and her company went to buildings of all kinds, but she mostly did residential inspections - homes, condos, apartments, those were where she had the most experience. Not everyone was happy to see a home inspector, but most of them had to go through with it - it was a requirement by their mortgage holder or building manager, and usually routine but sometimes having to do with legal proceedings like bankruptcies. Some of the people she worked with wanted the tenants to be out, but she preferred having them there - they could answer questions for her and sometimes she could glean things from their responses, or just their attitudes, that could lead her to make notes for follow-up. That was going to be tougher in her current state, but she didn’t want to change the way she did things just because she was under a bit of hormonal pressure.

Today she’d gotten a request for a condo complex she’d never been to before, Hillman’s Grove. It was a bit of a drive, but she didn’t mind that, it gave her more time to try to settle herself down. She arrived just about at the designated time, parking in front of a building with a somewhat rose-colored exterior and darker roofs, not exactly the nicest-looking building she’d ever seen but for her, it was mostly what was inside that counted. She looked at the tenant’s name on her report - a Jeriko Errezkali. She immediately was thinking Pokémorph, their names were a little different from what she usually got with humans…that could be a bit more challenging, morphs had a tendency to be a little rougher on places that weren’t designed for them. Still, she’d seen just about every range from every type of person, so she wanted to go in with no preconceptions…she got out of the car and headed up the stairwell to the second floor, knocking on the door of the unit at the far end.

She wasn’t ready for what awaited her on the other side. Well over seven feet tall, solid muscle on a purple and whitish hide, wearing nothing but a tight and slightly worn pair of athletic shorts, and a horned face with large ears and a grumpy expression on his snout. Gina tensed a bit. A Nidoking morph… The biggest ones always made her a bit nervous when she went alone. She’d never been attacked on the job, but it was something that they were warned wasn’t an impossibility, and the bigger they were, the harder they were to fight off. With Jeriko, Gina might as well not have bothered - she was probably around two feet shorter than he was and a third his breadth. And beyond that, he looked like he knew his way around a scrap - she could see some light scars over his hide, an Arbok tattoo on his right arm and a skull of some sort on his left, piercings in his ears - a row of studs with one ring near the top on each ear. This was a roughneck for sure…she was kind of surprised to see him in a condo like this. But there could be all sorts of reasons, and it wasn’t her place to question that.

“…You’re the inspector lady, I’m guessing.” His voice was gruff, short, not hostile but clearly not enjoying the idea of having someone poking around his business. Gina knew that sentiment all too well.

“Gina Wilkes. I can be out of your hair in short order, Mr. Errezkali.”

“Ain’t got any hair to be out of, so we’ll see about that.” The morph stepped aside, allowing her in and shutting the door behind her. Not the most personable introduction, but Gina had had worse, too, and perhaps it was best to keep it simple. She had work to do, and it was going to be harder than usual to focus, so she needed what she could get.

———

What she was getting, unfortunately, wasn’t much.

Jeriko’s place wasn’t the cleanest she’d ever been to. That wasn’t unusual - people didn’t generally gussy up for the inspector unless they had something to hide. It was mostly clutter, at least, the kind of thing that was just someone either disorganized or lazy, but not outright slovenly. But the scent was the big trouble…it was the scent of a Nidoking, musky and potent, pervasive in the condo, and it was having an effect on her that she didn’t want to acknowledge but couldn’t ignore - an unbidden arousal picking up within her, refusing to die away. And it wasn’t even that it was a hygiene issue, Nidokings were naturally quite strong-scented, it was part of being a creature of a chemical nature. The longer she was in there, the more it would get into her system, she knew she couldn’t dally.

And that was being made more difficult by Jeriko. He wasn’t actively in her way, laying on his couch while she was doing her work, but he was asking a lot of questions, which was making it difficult for her to focus. Were she at her best, she could have handled it, but with everything else, it was grating at her.

“You go poking around people’s houses for a living? Doesn’t that seem like a dull job to you?”

“…No, it doesn’t. I like it. I have an eye for details and I like to be thorough.”

“Uh-huh…so you wanna try to find something to ding me on, get me in trouble with the head honchos here?”

“I’m not ‘trying to find’ anything, Mr. Errezkali. I’m doing my job, and my job is to find what’s there. If that’s nothing, then that’s nothing. The property managers want to make sure the place isn’t falling apart under your watch, which I think is an entirely fair thing for them to ask.”

Jeriko huffed a bit. “Not sure I buy that. I know some people around here ain’t too fond of me…they don’t like that a ‘beast’ moved in. Think I got the money by selling drugs or something.”

“…Mr. Errezkali, you are a Nidoking. Do not even try to tell me you don’t sell drugs.”

“I’m not THAT kind of drug dealer. I make a bit of scratch handing out a good time to people, not hooking them on shit and leaving them broke and a mess. That ain’t putting me in this building. I work pest management - helping farms with their crops, homes with critter invasions, that sort of thing. Decent money, respectable work. Some of my own toxins in there to keep them from building up, so they only harm what they’re supposed to harm.”

Could you just let me look at your kitchen in peace? Gina had never had so much trouble looking at sinks and under appliances before. “What you do for a living is irrelevant to me, Mr. Errezkali. I’m not the Social Acceptability Police, and no one’s opinion of you is changing based on what you tell me. Your unit hasn’t been inspected in two years, it was due. This isn’t something personal towards you.”

“Yeah, well, excuse me for being a bit skeptical. I’m used to having people poking around in my business, usually it’s because they’re suspicious of me. They can’t challenge me directly, so they try to futz with other parts of my life.”

Gina straightened up and stepped out of the kitchen, scowling at Jeriko. “I would spend a lot less time poking around your business if you weren’t yapping at me like this! I’m trying to do a JOB, Mr. Errezkali, not paint a target on your back! If you have problems with someone, take it to them!”

Jeriko met her gaze coolly. “You this snippy with everyone you visit, Miss Wilkes?”

That wasn’t even that cutting a remark, but it cut anyway. Gina took a deep breath - a deep, Nidoking-suffused breath that wasn’t really helping to settle her - and let it out slowly. “No, I’m not, and I…apologize if I was sharper than I should have been. You haven’t caught me on the best of days, I suppose. But I still don’t appreciate being treated like a hostile agent.”

“…Fair. But that’s not really what’s bothering you, is it?”

“…Mr. Errezkali-”

“I’m a Nidoking, Miss Wilkes, as you so recently pointed out. I have a nose and ears that can pick up on things humans can only figure out with complex machines, if they’re lucky. I can tell not just the depths of your breathing and your heart rate, but even changes in your blood flow. I can identify a number of different emotional states just by scent, for any individual human. And I can even tell what they’re taking by their scent…every compound has a cue of its own.” Jeriko stood up, approaching Gina, who was suddenly feeling warm and slightly uncomfortable. “You’re not snippy because I’m annoying you, you’re snippy because your body’s under a particular stress. Fertility medication. And I’m guessing it’s worse because it hasn’t taken.”

Gina scowled up at him, trying not to think about how much stronger the scent of Nidoking had gotten. “This…is not appropriate discussion, Mr. Errezkali.”

“Probably not. But being appropriate ain’t really my thing. Am I right about you?”

She shouldn’t have continued this conversation…but maybe doing so would get him to shut up, she tried to reason out. “Fine. You’re right, it hasn’t yet. It’s still early, though.”

“Hm. True, but if you’re on them, you’re probably not keen on waiting much longer. You’re looking for results. And if you haven’t found them yet…maybe you’d be interested in a change of tactics, with a better success rate.”

Gina looked at Jeriko curiously. He was getting at something, and she wasn’t sure it was a good idea to find out what…and yet… “…What kind of change?”

A hint of a grin on Jeriko’s face, for the first time. “Maybe you’ve heard the rumors around us Nidos before. Or maybe you haven’t. But what they say is that we can guarantee someone gets pregnant. One dose of the right compound, and one dose of baby batter from a virile male, and your success is assured. I can tell you right now, Miss Wilkes…it’s the absolute truth. Maybe it’s still early, or maybe your meds aren’t doing the trick, or maybe the other half has some problems of its own, or maybe your body’s just got something that doesn’t make it work the way it should…but I can make all of that irrelevant. I can make sure you get the kid you’re after…” He leaned in a little bit, lowering his voice to a growl. “But nothing comes for free. So I wonder…what would be the price you were willing to pay?”

Gina swallowed, suddenly feeling very dry in her throat and very wet in another part of her. “Wh-what…what makes you think…I would want to…just…pay a stranger anything, just for some…guarantee I don’t even know is real or not?” Even as she said it, she felt a bit of a faltering in her head…she HAD heard those rumors before. She dismissed them, thinking them just the kind of typical falsehoods people liked to spread…but…

“Heh…because I can smell you, Miss Wilkes. And I know exactly what my scent is doing to you. I already know there’s something you want in here…and you know, it would be the easiest thing in the world to give it to you. To just use this mountain of muscle I have to impose my will on you - with enough plausible deniability that I would almost certainly never get in trouble for it.” A salacious grin was on Jeriko’s face as he watched Gina flush. “But I’m not doing that…instead, I’m offering something to you…something that will give you what you want, in exchange for something else you want. Doesn’t that sound like a hell of a bargain to you?”

In her strained mind, Gina couldn’t help but think it did…even as parts of her warned about something else. “That…I…my husband…”

“Sounds like he needs more help than you’re getting,” Jeriko replied smoothly. “Just think, I can make SURE you get the kid, rather than relying on his pinprick dick shooting a trickle in you over and over and hoping…the key to achieving one of your dreams is right in front of you, Gina…are you going to take it?”

She knew what the correct answer was. Knew she should have pushed away from him, chewed him out, left right then and there and told her boss that he needed to send someone else to do the inspection - preferably one of her male co-workers, though it wasn’t exactly unlikely that Jeriko would mack on them too. But…there was the correct answer, and then there was the answer that sounded right…that was calling to her, telling her she was so close to getting something she had been wanting for years, that she was finally ready for if not for her uncooperative body, and all it would take was…giving Jeriko what he wanted. And…what a large part of her wanted, too, even though it shouldn’t have. Even though it was swayed by the hormones, a temptation she’d never felt before but was pushing her so strong now…she should have said no, she should have…

“Yes.” What should have been wasn’t what came out of her.

———

One thing was for sure: she was going all out in making this mistake, and so was Jeriko. That much was obvious when she found herself in the Nidoking’s bedroom, and saw what was on the bed: four padded cuffs strewn about at the four corners of the bed. Jeriko saw her eyes widen at the sight, and gave a quiet growl. “Didn’t think I’d be using these again so soon…funny how things work out, hm?”

“Ah…I…” She really didn’t think that should be turning her on…then again, maybe it was just the extra-strength scent of Nidoking that was doing it. Bondage was never something she’d done before, and the thought of letting a stranger make her so helpless…yes, it really SHOULD NOT have been mingled with pleasure, but she wasn’t so out of it that it didn’t make her anxious.

But that heavy hand on her shoulder and that low growl in her ear sent a loosening shiver through her. “Gina…if I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t go through the business of getting permission. Look at me, and look at you…ask yourself if I would need to scheme.”

He had a point…which didn’t necessarily mean anything, she knew. Need or not, she knew nothing about Jeriko beyond the state of his unit, and what little he’d told her. But somehow, hearing him say it seemed to put her at ease…maybe his voice was just as poisonous as the rest of him, dulling her senses and clouding her judgment, but thinking that wasn’t stopping her from falling under its spell. Her hands were unbuttoning her shirt and suitcoat, almost automatically, like someone else was controlling them, though she wasn’t doing anything to stop them…she could feel Jeriko’s eyes on her, but he wasn’t doing anything but watching as she slowly exposed herself. Once they were off, she hung them on the chair next to a desk across the room from that bed, trying to keep them tidy…she definitely didn’t want it to be too obvious what was happening here.

Maybe she should have taken that as a sign that this was not a good idea…then again, she knew that when she agreed to it, clearly that wasn’t stopping her.

And she seemed to be getting farther from that by the moment…her upper half exposed, only her bra covering her, she felt warmer, less inhibited. Like the less she was covered, the more committed she was…her pants came down next, and she was in nothing but underwear now, her figure on full display. Gina had never thought of herself as particularly ‘conventionally attractive’, she certainly wasn’t a rail-thin model with a big rack, and she’d given up on trying to be years ago when it had proven detrimental to her physical and mental health. So she had a reasonable weight around her figure, enough curve to highlight that it was there, and a modest chest which didn’t stand out too much. Certainly not anything she thought was bad in any way, but the challenge of facing those images of ‘sexy’ women that showed up everywhere was not insignificant…it perhaps helped that Chet never seemed drawn to them, but at this point, she wasn’t entirely sure they were drawn to her, either.

One set of eyes certainly was, though…Jeriko’s rumble of approval was quiet, but undeniable, and it made her flush a bit more. She swallowed, feeling more heat rising through her…there was an arousal in her that she hadn’t felt in a long time at least, comparable to her early days with Chet. And she wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t even beyond that…though, even if it was, circumstances were different, she was on something that affected her and that scent, that powerful miasma of masculine mastery, rumors abounded about how easily one could fall under its sway. Rumors she’d never thought about, never put stock into, until now…

With a practiced motion, she unclasped her bra and set it aside, freeing her breasts to Jeriko’s eyes. A small bit of clothing, yet the impact in her mind was enormous, a release of the last inhibition clinging to her. At that point, drawing down her panties and exposing her damp snatch, pubic bush glistening with droplets of need, was merely a formality…though Jeriko certainly seemed more interested in that, an audible sniff coming from his superlative nose, drinking in her scent. That garment she left on the floor, stepping away from them and towards the bed, a bit of deliberateness in every step as she tried to draw his eyes more, calling to him to fulfill his promise.

His heavy footsteps drew close as she climbed onto the bed, a larger one than she was used to, fitting the Nidoking’s impressive frame. As she turned and laid back, her eyes caught his, intense, powerful, full of lustful intent…aggressive but not commanding, merely determined. It still made her shiver a bit, Chet had NEVER looked at her like that…he was always so casual, and that hadn’t been a problem until it faded into passivity. He’d never been one to pursue, merely go along with things…it was so different being PURSUED. And it was going to be even more different being caught.

She didn’t resist as Jeriko bound her, dutifully positioning her arms and legs so that the cuffs could be wrapped around them. His touch was unexpectedly gentle and judicious for someone clearly eager…he hadn’t taken off his shorts, but the stretch of that fabric made no mystery of his arousal. With each cuff, Gina felt a tightness around her limb, a pressure and warmth from the padding, undeniably tight enough to ensure she wouldn’t get out on her own, but not nearly tight enough to feel uncomfortable. It was quite clear they had seen plenty of use, and Jeriko had plenty of practice with them…he probably had quite a few women visit his bedroom. Maybe men, too…morphs did tend to have less selectivity, it was said to be a very different experience to be hitched to one than to a human, and Nidokings were among those with the reputation of being the apex of that. At the moment, Gina could believe every word of that…

Only when both arms and legs were satisfactorily restrained did Jeriko step back and work his shorts off, popping the band over that growing erection jutting from a wet slit leaking with dark fluid. She could see two robust swellings under that slit, testes that were a hell of a lot bigger than any human’s ever would be, even if they didn’t hang as loose and free. But that cock stood out far more…a deep purple, lined with thick, spined barbs, and bearing a length and girth that was daunting at a minimum. Gina knew morphs were ‘built different’, lewd pictures passed around between girlfriends when she was younger for them to laugh at and to embarrass the human boys who simply couldn’t measure up…but it was one thing to see pictures, another to see it in the flesh, readying itself to be used on her. Chet absolutely would not have prepared her for this…

Jeriko could see her staring, and grinned as he stepped over, planting a foot on the bed and putting all of himself on display. It was a breathtaking sight, that muscular body with a hide embellished almost like armor, stacked beyond anything she’d ever seen in person, with thick fingers and three-toed feet, each digit bearing a thick, sharp claw, a hefty tail swinging behind him, those huge spikes, those broad ears, those noxious fangs, that dangerous horn…an image burning in her mind, Gina’s breath quickened at the sight. Putting on display how worthy a male he was on a primal level, and at the same time emphasizing the exotic, beastly side that showed his dangerous, thrilling side. And if she thought she was heated before, now she was practically burning now, salivating over the sight.

“Rrrr…that’s a sight that’ll never get less enticing,” Jeriko rumbled as his eyes scanned over Gina’s bound body, helpless and primed for him. “I can’t wait to pump you full and make you scream out in bliss.” She tensed at that, breath catching a bit as he mounted the bed, bearing down on her with an eagerness which was wild yet controlled, only going exactly as far as he wanted it to. He brought one hand down to Gina’s vagina, and she gasped as he pushed one digit inside, while another roughly rubbed her clit, working both of them back and forth a little bit. The felt just slightly wet, something being rubbed in and over her, making her feel hotter and more sensitive…she squirmed a bit, helpless in those bonds, subject to his whims now until he was done…now she was starting to understand why some people enjoyed this sort of thing, there was an excitement in being utterly out of control. She just had to hope he would do what he said he would do…and it occurred to her that she didn’t know how that was going to happen. He hadn’t mentioned how he would make her fertile…was it just as simple as his semen inside her? The rumors had never made it clear, but some people claimed that that was how it was done…

That thick finger working back and forth left soon enough, leaving her feeling empty and wanting…it had felt so good in there, it was close to the same girth that Chet was packing, and her needy body wanted as much attention as possible. But it was about to get a lot more than it had ever gotten, as the tip of that cock was pressed against her…even just this bit of anticipation felt huge, and Gina was trying to relax, knowing that she’d need every bit of flexibility she could get. She had no doubt Jeriko would get it in, morphs were VERY good at that, but she didn’t know what it would be like to personally experience that…she was about to find out.

Jeriko didn’t rush it, though, pushing in slowly, letting several barbed inches slowly press in and fill her. Gina gasped at the sensations, even just the tapered head felt like a massive piece to take, but once it got to the real girth, it felt outright IMMENSE…and her body yielded so smoothly, allowing it inside without complaint, she could swear she even felt a buzz of pleasure from that stretch. Was that what he was doing with his fingers, making it easier for her? She had no problem with that, because she was loving this as it was.

She wasn’t ready for him to pull out, though. Those barbs flexed and pulled, dragging against her flesh, and the slight spines on each of them scratched just the slightest bit along her inner walls, a stark feeling that was both jarring and wildly stimulating. She wouldn’t have expected anything that felt that harsh to feel that GOOD, it felt like it was just on the border of too much but not there, even with all of those barbs combined together to rake at her. Gina could swear she felt wetness in the aftermath of their motions, as well…maybe that was just how wet SHE was, but it felt warm in a way her own fluids didn’t.

She didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, as Jeriko pushed back in, making her gasp and cry out as he went a little deeper, stretching her just a little more and making her shake in raw ecstasy. The pace was quickening, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready, just because it was so much to process, but Jeriko wasn’t holding back that much, the Nidoking rumbling as he worked in and out, loosening her up and relishing her tightness. “Damn, you feel good, Gina…mmph, can’t believe anyone would be unappreciative of this…heh, then again, maybe they’re just not equipped to appreciate it properly…” The vague slight towards her husband passed over Gina with barely a hint of recognition, she was too wrapped up in the moment to be thinking of anything else now.

Slowly she adjusted to it, though…it was never not a stretch, Jeriko was far too big for that, but she at least was getting accustomed to the new level she was experiencing. And as she did, Jeriko held back a little bit less each time, thrusting in harder and deeper, his precut pulsing into her and wetting her up, making her tingle deep inside, amplifying the sensations of those barbs while at the same time soothing the slight scratches of those spines. His body was flushed, heated, her head was spinning a little bit…her voice was incoherent, crying out blissfully, sharply gasping here and there to try to catch her breath desperately, what little motion she had was pushing up into him, trying to get a little more of that thick tool inside her, several inches still failing to embed. She would shudder here and there as the pleasure spiked, building to something much more momentous…a feeling she had been lacking for too long, simply not enough was being done in her sex life these days to even come close to this, but this might have also been the highest she’d ever gotten.

And then, when Gina least expected it, Jeriko struck. Leaning down into her, he thrust with much more vigor, and suddenly speared DEEP inside her - and that was when she screamed and her climax hit like a truck, making her thrash underneath him. Uninhibited to the extreme, her body and mind both loose, rocking and spasming around that Nidoking cock as it stayed in to the very hilt, an imposing presence within her that threatened to ruin her entirely for anything less substantial…not that she was aware of that at the moment, her mind was completely preoccupied with how fantastic it felt, how she’d never orgasmed like that purely from being penetrated, that it was almost unfair that this ‘favor’ should be this enjoyable.

Only once she had settled down somewhat did Jeriko start up again, and if she thought he was going to go easy on her still she had another thing coming. His movements were more forceful, swifter, determined, and she was quickly being brought back to that haze of euphoria. His pre was coming out in more robust spurts now, swamping her and leaking out when he thrust in, almost gushing out onto the bedclothes which had clearly seen their share of it already. The sensations of those barbs was a bit rougher, but almost immediately mitigated by his copious fluids, soothing the scratches in moments, even the ones catching on that lingering tightness deep within. It felt like it should have been pushing her beyond any reasonable limit, yet in the end what it actually felt like was just the perfect load, intense but not overwhelming…never again would she doubt the rumored prowess of a Nidoking.

Jeriko’s body lowered over her more as he kicked it up another notch, driving in forcefully, his arm under her as he rubbed a bit against Gina. She was pushing into him as much as she could, which was only so much, but he was making sure it was rewarded with more contact, and more chemical contact as well…her head was definitely loopy now, but in a wonderful way, she didn’t feel nauseous or unpleasant, just euphoric and relaxed. Loosened up enough that Jeriko could thrust in all the way without any resistance now, she was just riding out the bliss, enjoying the spikes that surged through her when those barbs clawed at sensitive spots, relishing the fullness when he drove all the way in. She’d almost forgotten the actual purpose of the act, so lost was she in the ecstasy of the moment…for all she cared, it could have lasted forever.

But there were limits, even to a Nidoking’s endurance, and Jeriko had just about reached his. Lifting himself up slightly, he braced himself and started hammering in harder than ever, his cock throbbing as that noxious pre threatened to transition to something much thicker and more virile. Gina’s delirious cries got louder and higher as suddenly she was assailed with a new rush, this one definitely more overwhelming than the just-enough plateau that she’d been at for a while…her head started to spin again, her cries getting breathless as she gasped for air through the powerful rutting, sending her body skyward into another furious climax, hitting ever harder in her uninhibited state, making her thrash and spasm wildly in those bonds - one might have mistaken it for an escape attempt, so hard was she pulling at those cuffs.

In the middle of it all, Jeriko let loose an almost feral roar, and then Gina felt it - that first thick glut of semen jetting into her, soaking her insides thoroughly with just that initial bolt. Her eyes rolled back as she clenched around him, milking him greedily…with as meager as Chet’s output was typically, she barely felt it most of the time, certainly not much more than a trickle of wetness within her…this was miles different, this was a veritable flood, unmistakably distinct, a display of masculine prowess on the most primal level. It almost felt like he was laying claim to her womb himself, making his mark on her eggs rather than prepping her for someone else’s swimmers to take hold…she didn’t think much of that thought, too out of it to really focus on much of anything other than her ongoing climax and his robust load, which felt like it was never-ending…there was so much that she could feel it stretch her out, even with some of it leaking out around his cock, marring the bedclothes with dark-colored fluids.

It took a good while for Gina to calm down from that…her heart was racing, her chest was heaving, she was still spasming a bit around that thick intruder, feeling the slight prick of those barbs against her walls, the heavy volume of male essence filling her, and Jeriko’s presence above her, that potent scent, the slight slickness of his mildly intoxicating sweat, the deep rumbling growl that escaped him with every breath he let out. She was left shaking and shivering, her blond hair unkempt, her body wet with her own sweat, satisfied on a level she didn’t even know was possible. She knew she should have felt guilty about it, on some level, yet…maybe it was the lingering drug in her system, or the way Jeriko had performed, but she was having a hard time feeling anything bad about this. It blew Chet out of the water by a long shot, she didn’t even know how she’d found him satisfying now that she knew what the next level was like…

Slowly Jeriko pulled out of her, treating her to one last electric drag of those barbs, her quivering voice moaning listlessly as he finally extracted himself. “Rrrr, that was maybe the most fun I’ve had in a long time…ain’t just anyone who responds like that.” He retreated from over her, getting off the bed and onto his feet; his staff was still astonishingly erect even after all of that. “But I shouldn’t keep you waiting for your present, after all…”

Gina wasn’t sure what he meant at first, her head still in a bit of a haze. But she found out in a hurry, when she saw him lean down and felt him press a knuckle against her arm. He kinked the knuckle hard and pushed, and she yelped a bit as she felt something poke her hard, like she was getting a shot. Which, it seemed, was about what was happening, as he pulled back and she saw a pinprick of blood leaking from the spot. She let out a bit of a confused moan, lifting her head and looking at him warily. Jeriko looked down at her calmly. “Don’t be alarmed. I didn’t give you anything weird…it’s just what I promised you. The fertility dose.”

Gina let a breath out, calming down a bit. Of course, that was how he was going to give it to her…she felt a bit foolish assuming it was going to be from his spunk. “You could have warned me…” Her words were still a bit slurred, but the fog was already fading a bit.

“Hm, yeah, I could have…but then you would’ve known what was going to happen.”

“…What do you mean?”

Jeriko grinned at her, and suddenly Gina felt a spike of anxiety. “Just what I said. You would’ve known when I was making you fertile. Might’ve told me to wait…until after you cleaned up, after you got all decent…instead of right this moment.”

Her eyes widened…her heart began to pound in her chest as Jeriko leaned over her, the realization suddenly kicking in. “Y…you…”

“I did exactly what I promised,” murred Jeriko deviously, getting right up in her face. “I said I could make sure you have a child. I never said it would be HIS.”

Panic suddenly gripped Gina, seizing her so tightly she thought she might break…her vision swam, her eyes rolled back in her head, and before she knew it, she was completely out.

———

“Miss Wilkes?”

Gina suddenly snapped to attention. Startled, she looked around in confusion…she was in a bathroom. Presumably Jeriko’s bathroom. Her clipboard was in her hands, her clothes were on her body, and she felt…not normal, but clearer-headed than she had been. Though maybe that was the adrenaline of the shock to the system.

“You went quiet for a while. Is everything all right?” Jeriko’s voice sounded a little concerned, even, which was unexpected. Gina took a deep breath…that ever-present scent still heavy in the air, maybe affecting her more than she knew. She felt an odd feeling ‘down there,’ that she wasn’t sure what to make of…surely it was the feeling of Jeriko’s cock, having been in her, right? But…she wasn’t leaking anything that wasn’t her own wetness. She felt a bit of a twinge in her arm, but otherwise nothing else that was unusual…

Did…did I just…fantasize about him fucking and impregnating me with his kid? No, I…I can’t have…but…it seemed so REAL…but…I don’t…I don’t have…

“Miss Wilkes?” Gina shook her head suddenly and turned to Jeriko. “I don’t want to be trouble, but I’m supposed to be doing something at 5, and it’s getting close. Is this going to take much longer?”

At 5? Gina’s eyes widened. She definitely shouldn’t have been taking this long at this inspection. Something must have been up with her head…she rubbed her eyes, sighing. “I’m sorry, Mr, uh…Mr. Errezkali. I…I think…maybe I’ve not been at my best today…”

“Yeah, you mentioned that earlier. Look, if you’d rather leave now, I can have someone else set up another appointment if needed. Not to doubt your ability, but if you’re not well, you’re probably not going to do your best job…”

“I…yes…perhaps…I’ll, um, I’ll see if anything more needs to be done after I get back.” Gina stepped past him, Jeriko moving away from her as she headed for the doorway. She felt awkward, looking at him, that rugged body that she had just…maybe just had an extremely vivid fantasy about. “Someone will, ah, be in contact with you, Jer…Mr. Errezkali, if we need to follow up for anything.”

“All right,” replied Jeriko, nodding. “And…let me know what you think about my proposal, either way.”

“Your…proposal?”

“Yeah. About helping you with your fertility issues. Remember?”

Oh…so that, at least, hadn’t been just imagined. “I…yes, I’ll…think about it. Goodbye, Mr. Errezkali.” She turned and left before she could make any more awkward replies, hurrying down the steps to her car. The fresh air was a godsend, finally relieving her from that stuffy, musky miasma that had clearly affected her much more than she thought.

As she sat in her car, she went over it in her head. Her body felt weird, a little bit…her pussy, for sure, felt like it had been active, to put it mildly. Either that had been a VERY vivid fantasy, or something had actually happened…but…how could it have happened? Surely she wasn’t…actually pregnant. There was no way. It had to be a fantasy…right? And the proposal…to help with her fertility issues. But…did he actually mean helping her with her husband? Or…was it that fantasy? She wasn’t sure, and it made her nervous that the latter option wasn’t entirely taking the idea off the table…

She looked down at her clipboard, over the inspection notes…and paused. It was nothing but a chaotic mess…scribbles that made no sense, loopy lines that didn’t even resemble lettering. There were a few notes near the start of it that were more coherent, but some of it had been crossed over by the chaos. It wasn’t even going to be a useful report…there was going to have to be another inspection. And…somehow, she had this feeling that she was going to find an excuse to be the one to do it. It was her responsibility, right? She could handle this…she just…needed to go in with a clearer head. That was all…right?

———

Jeriko watched the inspector drive away through the window. And he was very much hoping it wouldn’t be the last time he saw her.

He grinned to himself as he reflected on it. Oh, how TEMPTING it would have been to actually knock her up…she so clearly wanted it, even if that wasn’t how she had imagined it. But, no, it would have been too complicated that way. She was a married woman not prepared for that ambush, the only way it could have ended up was insufferably messy. Still, he’d had fun making her think he had for the briefest of moments while the knockout compound did its duty. And it had been a VERY fun romp, for sure…she was clearly a virgin for morphs, and it felt SO good breaking her in to the next level of masculine prowess.

If that was all it amounted to, well, that was a good time at least. But if she came back…Jeriko’s grin widened as he imagined that. Unless her apparently useless husband somehow managed to get lucky, she’d be in a similar state, with time to think about what he really meant. And if she went there knowing that…well, he HAD been wanting a kid for a while now. And if she returned, the odds were going to be very high that she wouldn’t be leaving without one.