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Bolton was none the wiser to her plight. Clara could swear he was growing bigger still inside her somehow, stretching her in ways she didn't even know she could be stretched, imposing and massive in the hole he already barely fit in.
"I think it's a little romantic. To have the first hard cock you see in your life be the one that fucks you pregnant. Besides..."
It was like something shifted in him, then. He grabbed her hips hard, making her yelp, and picked up the pace of his thrusts, slamming in and out of her with the strength and speed of a man hunted. She swayed with it, whining helplessly with the fear and the pain and the pleasure, at the feeling of his cock painfully bruising that part deep inside. His free hand massaged one of her breasts. When he spoke, his voice was rough and low.
"Isn't it sweet? You were probably made on this bed, and you're going to have your own children pumped into you on it, too. Again and again, like a tribute."
And just like that he bore down on her, his hips flush against her skin, and gasped.
A strange sort of warmth was spreading through Clara's belly. A strange sort of fullness right below her bellybutton. She gasped, too, but where his gasp was pleasure, her own was surprise. He rolled his hips, his cock digging against her walls, and let out a heated grunt.
"I, for one," he started slowly between heavy breaths, "cannot wait how big my baby makes you."
And he patted her buttock, as if she were a horse.
When he pulled back, Clara felt every last centimeter of him as it moved through her stretched insides. It pulled at her entrance and came out with a pop. Even with it gone she still felt wide open, more exposed and undignified than she'd ever been, a common whore.
She felt the bed dip when he sat back, but had no energy left in her to move. Instead she stayed there, her hips in the air, panting onto the pillows, her surely-gaping entrance twitching little twitches that somehow gave her pleasure. Something was running down her thigh. Bolton laughed, breathless.
"You feel that, Clara? The seed oozing down the inside of your leg?" There was a delight in his voice she couldn't place. "You'd better be getting used to it. It will happen every night, until your belly starts to swell."
And all Clara had it in her to think was, Oh.
That's what seeded meant.
- COMMENTS
Time98707 months agoOkay first and foremost decent story. However her mother would have had a talk with her long ago when she first had her monthly. She would have known all about how a man puts a baby inside of her. So that part really doesn't track. Even if her mother died before that when she started someone would have told her about it. Furthermore people talk in court. She is with child look how round she is etc etc. She might have also bear witnessed about the first time from another wedding
nthusiastic8 months agoAmazing that this was once considered normal, binding a young girl to a grown man in marriage. You’d think her mother, at least, would have had ‘the talk’ with her, but perhaps this was how it had happened for her mother, too. Thank you for sharing your talents with us.
