X-Files: How Scully Really Got Pregnant

Whenever she had the opportunity she searched the cabin, looking for anything useful, any scrap of data, either on their mission or anything about her host. But she found nothing. Not even my dirty panties, she thought, a frisson of arousal and excitement running along her spine.

Later that evening Spender came to her room, informing her that his contact had invited them to dinner where final instructions would be given.

Missing from her report was the black dress he gifted her. The strappy silk dress was low cut at the front and floor length. Scully couldn't deny that it was beautiful. Sexy, she thought. Although the rational part of her mind rebelled, she decided to wear it. I want to, thought the devil inside her. Besides, it might help put him off guard and maybe details or titbits would slip.

Alone in her room with the dress her thoughts became increasingly fogged. Running the silk through her hands, she relished the wonderful sexy feel of it. It must have cost a fortune. He spent the money on me. Spender really is attracted to me. Maybe the cure is real then? Maybe he really does want to atone. He's longing for something more than power. Me? Trying to ignore the itchy warmth now growing between her legs again she turned to her travel bag.

Rummaging through the few clothes she had packed, she pulled out a pair of black panties and a pair of her usual low heels, also in black. They'll all match, she thought. Fingers on the buttons of her shirt, she glanced at the door. Is he watching? With the itch in her crotch increasing she decided that she didn't care.

Stripping off the white shirt she folded it over the back of a nearby chair. Disentangling the wiretap, the bra was unclasped, freeing her perky boobs. Scully was not surprised to see her nipples were hard, poking outwards. Kicking off her shoes she slid her pants down to the floor. Standing in just the white panties from that morning, the redhead could feel fresh moisture down there, pussy juice leaking as her arousal grew.

Barely able to fight off the temptation to touch herself, the panties were pulled down. Stepping from the underwear, she turned the briefs inside-out. Inspecting the gusset, the doctor couldn't help but notice how much discharge she had left behind. Across the entire inner panel her cunt cream had gathered throughout the day. Thick stains of yellow and white were proof positive of the arousal that had kept her hot and bothered.

Taking a sniff the naked woman could smell her scent, experienced the aroma that had excited her host so much earlier in the day. Mm, my scent which caused him to shoot so much cum from that wonderful looking cock. Peering closer, there was a long fresh streak of her honey clearly marking where her hot slit had lain just moments before.

Still fighting the temptation to masturbate to a now badly wanted orgasm, the panties were dropped into her travel bag, black pants hung over the chair. Picking up the black briefs she stepped into them. Pulled tight to her now hot snatch, dribbles of cream leaked from her engorged pussy lips, quickly soaking into and staining the fresh underwear.

Taking hold of the beautiful dress Scully stepped into it. Licentious shivers of exhilaration raised goosebumps on her hot skin as the smooth silk brushed over her thighs, pulled over her firm ass, slipped over her body. Feeling extremely feminine she raised it over her bust, tucking her arms through the thin straps. Settling the sexy black number on her body Dana saw that she was showing a lot of tantalising cleavage. Golden crucifix on her chest, it drew the eye, served to emphasis her curves.

God, I feel so sexy, she thought. Looking at herself in a full-length mirror she felt her arousal getting stronger, thoughts turning lusty. And I look fucking sexy, she added, hands running over her body, feeling the smooth garment against her hot flesh. Slowly twisting and turning before the mirror, Scully felt her nipples stiffening under the soft touch of the luxurious material. The itchy heat between her legs grew as she took in her reflection, the silk caressing as she turned around to admire how the dress emphasised her behind. It emphasis everything! Dana couldn't deny it; she was horny, excited and aroused.

Slipping into her heels she made for the door but paused. Reaching back into the travel bag, she pulled out a small makeup kit. Taking a few minutes Dana touched up her makeup, applied a sexy feminine pink to her lips, a brush of mascara to her eyelashes.

Walking through the restaurant, Scully could feel eyes on her, hungry looks devouring her body as a waiter guided her and "The Smoking Man" to their table. Senses alight, she felt the men drinking in the vision of her in the sexy black dress clinging to her swaying ass, hugging her boobs and displaying her immodest cleavage. It only stoked the heat within her, stirred her desires and wanton needs. Sitting down, she could feel the wet cotton of her black panties plastered to her now drooling snatch.

During dinner as they awaited contact from the person calling themselves "Cobra", Spender revealed that what he was offering was not merely the cure for cancer. Indeed what he claimed he could provide was nothing short of the cure for all human disease, the holiest of grails.

Despite the previous encounters she and Mulder had endured with Spender, knowing what the "Cigarette Smoking Man" was capable of, Scully couldn't help but believe him, saw the truth of it etched in his face. She herself was proof that he was being truthful, at least in part. Without hesitation she believed his claim that the technology was largely extra-terrestrial. There was no known human device or knowledge that could do the things he promised, that she had witnessed and had experienced.

Realising that if such a thing existed, was real, it could cure the dying man of the cerebral inflammation that was killing him. He admitted that it would be possible, theoretically. However, he reiterated his desire, his need, to make things right.

The official report did not recount much of the rest of the evening. Scully did not record Spender's confession that he was a lonely man. That she may have drunk a little too much red wine. Or the bargain she made with the devil.

'What I'm offering you Dana is something so incredible that to know it is to look at the entire world anew. This technology, the genetic research, the microchips, all of it, will change the world. It will help shape the destiny of the human race, both here and now and into the future. Even beyond the final frontier.'

'It's amazing. Fantastical even,' Scully said, contemplating his face, seeing the truth of his words. 'But why not reveal it yourself, take the credit? It would ensure you of an everlasting legacy,' she asked. Scully believed the man, and genuinely wanted to know the answer.

'To reveal it by my hand would be to taint it. These same hands which have done so much harm cannot be washed clean. I would rather not have such a miracle contaminated by my contemptible actions.'

'Why involve me in this? Surely you could hand it directly to the FBI, the American Medical Association, the World Health Organisation or a dozen other bodies.'

'I'm a lonely man, Dana. There is something I want, something I am risking everything for. You. I will give you this marvel if you will spend the night with me.'

'You...you're joking, right?' she asked, flabbergasted by his words.

'I am absolutely sincere, Dana. For one night with you I will hand to you the cure for all of mankind's diseases, to do with as you please.'

Scully was in shock, astounded at the proposition. Expecting her reaction to be a flat out denial, she was doubly shocked to realise that she was already nodding. Heat had suddenly infused her whole body, radiating from her crotch, tingles racing through her limbs, up her spine. Between her legs her pussy was aflame, dripping with desire. Poking against the silk of her sexy dress her stiff nipples announced their agreement.

Cheeks flushed, she said, 'Ok. I'll do it. For the cure, for all that you promise, I'll spend the night with you.'

Smiling, Spender said, 'Thank you, Dana. Now, I hope you won't object but I require a token of your sincerity.'

Taking a deep breath, Scully asked, 'What do you want?'

'Your panties. The black ones you're wearing under that beautiful dress.'

Smiling at the devil in the room, Scully was afire with lust and need. His request excited her, aroused her desires. Rising from the table, she said, 'Excuse me for a moment,' before walking away.

Entering the restaurant's bathroom she walked straight into a cubicle. Locking the door Scully didn't hesitate, too excited and horny to stop herself even if she wanted to. Sighing at the sensual touch of silk on her burning skin, she raised her dress. Reaching beneath she drew down her panties, felt the glue of her sexual juices sticking them to her boiling snatch before they were tugged down her thighs.

Inspecting her underwear she was not at all surprised by their condition. The inset was soggy with her secretions, the panel soaked through. Scully wasn't just wet, she had creamed her panties. Aroused since getting dressed, she had smeared the underwear with her essence. Streaks of white ran over the gusset, staining part way up the front panel. Bringing the hot black cotton to her face, she inhaled. Intoxicated by her personal fragrance, the aroma of her wanton slutty snatch, she sniffed again, filling her nostrils with her own scent.

'Spender, I think you're going to love these,' she said, cheeks flushing with heat, nipples aching, her pussy drooling.

Smoothing her dress she stepped from the toilet stall and returned to her table. Walking back through the busy establishment Scully felt more eyes on her. It feels like they all know, she thought heatedly, hands clasped at her waist in front, her sticky panties balled up and concealed. With every step she could feel her juice leaking from her honeypot, gathering around her inner thighs and running down her legs.

Taking her seat, Dana leaned across the table, offering up a magnificent view of her cleavage. Devilish grin on her beautiful face, she reached out a hand and dropped her dirty panties onto the man's empty plate.

'Bon appetite,' she smirked, eyes twinkling.

Picking up the wadded ball of black cotton, the man casually raised it to his face. Looking directly into Dana's hot gaze he inhaled. With a low deep moan he inhaled once more, smelling the woman's dirty underwear right in front of her, surrounded by the patrons of the restaurant.

'Oh, Dana. You smell absolutely divine,' he whispered back across the table. 'Out of this world.'

'I'm glad you like them,' she said. Beneath the table, hidden by the tablecloth, she couldn't help but scissor her thighs. Rubbing her legs together, she could feel her sticky secretions, the throbbing from her needy pussy.

Throughout the evening, Scully remained in a heightened state of arousal. Her body was hot, pulse racing. Towards the end of the evening all she wanted was to get back to the cabin and have sex with Spender, to cement their pact.

After her desert had been brought to their table, Spender excused himself. Probably going to stroke off that big dick, Dana thought, glancing at the tell-tale bulge in the man's slacks as he walked past. Part of her was surprised at the realisation that she was jealous, that she wanted to have that cock in her hand.

In her report to AD Skinner, Scully received a note under her desert plate. Setting up a rendezvous, it simply read: "Calico Cove first light of day". When her date returned she handed him the note. Her submitted report did not include the rest of the evening's activities.

'Well, it appears that dinner is over, Dana. We have a bargain to look to, don't we?' he said, offering his hand.

Heart pounding with excitement and sexual need, Scully led him out through the leering dinners, no underwear on beneath her sexy dress. At their car he opened the door for her. As she climbed into the passenger seat she could feel his eyes staring down the top of her sexy black dress, looking at her boobs. You'll be doing more than looking soon enough.

Climbing behind the driver's seat, the man reached down and without any ceremony Scully watched as he unzipped his fly before awkwardly retrieving his hard dick. Eyebrow raised and mouth quirked, she looked at him questioningly. Nodding at the upright organ, the man placed a hand behind Dana's head. Offering no resistance she let him guide her head to his lap. Opening her mouth she accepted the dick inside. Sealing her lips behind the head she eagerly began to suck him off in the car outside the busy restaurant.

At the insistence of the hand on her head, the woman took more of his cock. Lips sliding down the shaft she ran her tongue over the stem, licking the hot male flesh, savouring the meaty taste, the salty pre-cum. Ignoring the start of the car's engine she kept sucking, mouth closed around the wonderful prick, tongue lashing the underside. By the time the car pulled out onto the main road, Dana Scully's red head was bobbing up and down as she greedily and noisily slurped and sucked at the "Smoking Man's" pole.

It wasn't a long return journey to the cabin on the river but for the entire duration Scully sucked on Spender's cock. Always a fan of giving a good blowjob she sucked hungrily. Fingers around the base, holding it steady she worked her mouth over the tip. Tongue probing the slit she relished the taste of viscous pre-cum, oozing out as she squeezed gently.

Licking all around and over the crown she would then slide her tightly wrapped lips down the shaft, taking Spender to the back of her throat. By the time the car pulled up outside the cabin, Dana was deepthroating her date. Spurred on by his gruff moans, the redhead bobbed up on down faster, gobbling his prick on the front seat. Throat relaxed and warmed up, she took him down her swallowing gullet over and over. His sighs and groans were music to her ears, sent tingles of burning arousal to the throbbing clit between her legs.

'Uh, Dana, we...we're back at the house. I think you'd better...oh god...better stop,' the man said, voice strained.

With a loud and wet slurp the woman pulled him from her throat, dragged her clamped lips back up the saliva-slick shaft. A flick of the tongue over the crown and Scully raised her head from the driver's lap. A string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to his purple tip broke as she looked him in the eye.

'How was that?'

'My god Dana, that was fantastic. Anymore and I would have cum down your throat,' he said, panting for breath.

'I would have let you, if that's what you want,' she said, hand still on the member, gently squeezing.

Sitting in the front of the car, close to the dangerously powerful man, his hard prick in her hand and its flavour on her taste buds, the redhead federal agent was beside herself with arousal. Cunt cream flooded from her snatch, drenching her inner thighs. I'm so fucking wet, I bet this dress is ruined, she thought.

Gazing at the quick rise and fall of the beautiful breasts barely held in by the black silk, Spender licked his lips. 'Let's take this inside, shall we Dana?' he said. But before she could move he grabbed her tits, unable to prevent his fingers squeezing the hot soft flesh. Brushing his thumbs over the erect nipples he felt just how stiff and hard they were. How horny Agent Scully was.

Climbing out of the car the man strode around the vehicle to open the door for his date. Holding out a hand he helped her from the car and led her back to the house. Once inside his eyes were glued to the sight of her sexy little ass as she sashayed towards her wood-panelled bedroom. Glancing over her shoulder Dana smiled at the man and his hard cock still protruding from his fly, desire burning in her blue eyes.

Standing at the foot of the bed facing Spender, Dana Scully slowly, seductively, slid the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders. With a gentle whisper the black silk floated to the floor, brushing sensuously against the redhead's flawless pale skin, raising goosebumps of anticipation.

In nothing but her low black heels, she smiled at the man. Taking a step closer, reaching for his shirt she tugged it from his pants. Eyes locked on each other, fingers quickly unbuttoned the shirt before pulling it from his shoulders, uncovering his chest decorated with wispy grey hair. Licking her lips, the woman ran her fingers through the hair, twining it around them.

Fingers trailing further down, they located his belt. A quick pull and tug she had the strap undone and started on the pants. With both hands Dana unbuttoned the slacks and pushed them down. Dropping to her knees before Spender she pulled his shorts over is raging member. Closing her mouth over it once more, she started sucking him off again as her hands pushed the pants and shorts down to his ankles.

After a few minutes of sucking his deliciously meaty tasting rod, Scully reluctantly pulled her mouth off it. Helping him she soon had his shoes and socks off, pants and shorts discarded. Looking up at the now naked mysterious man, she asked, 'What would you like now?'

'Get on the bed Dana,' he said, helping the ginger nymphet to her feet.

Kicking off her heels and climbing onto the comfortable bed, Scully lay back on it, head propped up on the large fluffy pillows. Lascivious smile on her pink lips the woman raised her knees, spread her shapely legs wide in open invitation. Glazing her inner thighs, her sticky cunt cream shone in the bedroom's light. Under her tantalizing ginger bush was the enticing pink slit of the woman's drooling snatch. Fingers to either side, Scully peeled the lips open, exposing the slick inner flesh, shiny with yet more of her honey, warm and inviting.

Biting his lip he gazed at the beautiful FBI agent, taking in the view between her legs. Lifting his gaze he studied the alabaster skin of her body, a wonderful pink flush suffusing it. Roaming over her undulating stomach his eyes moved to her buxom chest, her rounded tits. Tongue running over his lips he focussed on Dana's nipples, the twin teats standing erect and proud, dark with the woman's arousal. An erotic flush coloured her chest, her neck and reaching to her cheeks. Beautiful blue eyes blazing back up at him he saw the licentious need burning there.

'Fuck me,' Dana said, a simple demand.

Crawling onto the bed the older man moved between the legs of the panting redhead. Dropping his face to the furnace of her cunt his lips latched onto her sodden twat, sucking her cunny lips into his mouth, drawing her flavour from the quivering flesh. Pressing in further he snaked his surprisingly long tongue into the tight, clutching hole. Wriggling against the enclosing walls, he savoured the texture of Dana's vagina against his tongue as he licked up and down, gathering more of her tangy nectar.

Breathing through his nose, the man's nostrils filled with her aroma, the warm heady scent filling his head. Scent stoking his lust he swiped his tongue along her pink crease, playfully flicking her slim labia. Roaming higher he located her hooded clit. Swiping at it with the tip of his tongue, Scully rewarded his efforts with erotic sighs, her pelvis slowly rotating. Gently closing his lips around the sensitive bud, he suckled her, felt the little organ vibrating, throbbing with pleasure.

Other hand moving up, a single large finger pressed into the woman's body. Lubricated by hot juices, it probed within, pushing through the pulsing walls. In deliberate movements, it slowly stirred, brushing up and down the sensitive membranes, the rough skin and hard knuckles bewitching the pulsating tunnel.