Page 135 of Breeding Clinic

Rapid, hard, and rutting. I orgasm on his cock, fast and unexpectedly. My walls clamping down, trying to milk a knot that isn’t there yet. To make him come and breed me.

“I love how needy you are for my hard cock,” he says. “Come for me again, kitten. Show me how much you want me to put this baby inside you.”

My pussy spasms as he talks dirty to me. Telling me how he can’t wait to fill my womb. To watch my belly swell and my breasts get big. To suck the milk from my big tits. It drives me wild when he talks like that. It’s too much. But there’s no choice but to take it. I’m pinned under him. There’s no moving an alpha once he’s started rutting.

“You’re so wet for my cock, kitten. Because you know this pussy’s mine. That I claimed it with my cum. And I’m gonnakeep claiming it forever. Keep filling you up. Keep you pregnant.”

His thrusts and dirty talk make me come again. And still he doesn’t stop. He fucks me and keeps talking until his breathing’s hard. Until he grunts and moans with every surge of his cock.

“So slick. You like it hard, don’t you, hellcat? Like getting put in your place. On my cock. Whose pussy is this? That’s right. It’s mine. It’s my pussy and I’m gonna breed it raw. You’re gonna drip come for a week straight.”

He slaps my ass with a hard crack of his palm, then grabs one of my arms and twists it behind my back. Pins it to the small of my waist and changes our angle, somehow fucking me even deeper. Until it feels like he’s trying to fuck his way right into my womb. I come again. Deep, pulsing waves that make my belly cramp and my pussy flood with slick. Easing his rough claiming.

“Fuck, your pussy got tighter. Wetter. Did you come again, kitten? That’s good. You’re being such a perfect cum slut for me. Are you ready to take it? I’m gonna make you a mother again.”

I can’t speak. Can’t think. All I can do is lie there underneath him as his knot starts to swell. As his pace slows down and his dick pulses. He groans like my pussy’s squeezing the life out of him. His knot pops, fast and wide. Locking his sperm up tight so it has nowhere to go but inside my open, fertile cervix.

“What a good girl,” Liam says, stroking me. “That was a big load. I saved it for you. Come on my knot, kitten. Let’s get you pregnant.”

Liam gets on his knees behind me. His knot tugs against my pubic bone where we’re tied together as he settles. He coversme and wraps a hand around my front, searching for my clit. Fingering me when he finds it.

“That’s a good girl, kitten. Take some more. You can fit more cum in that tight pussy, can’t you?”

He doesn’t give me a choice. Liam fingers my clit until I come on his knot. Walls fluttering, milking out one last pulse of semen. Again. Another, until my groin’s overstuffed and uncomfortably full. I whimper and come again. Until his balls have to be empty, drained dry. There can’t possibly be anything left in them after that.

“Fuck,” he groans, rubbing me down. “I came so hard, I think you’re gonna have twins.”

My eyes flutter shut. It’s impossible to keep them open. Calm now, I purr. My heart is perfectly satisfied.

“Go to sleep, kitten. That’s my good girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Let my sperm do their job. Daddy’s gonna make you a mommy again.”

I fall asleep with his knot in me and a pussy full of cum. It’s the deepest, best sleep I’ve had in forever.

“Who wantsto go outside and work on the garden with me?” I ask the girls.

“Me!” Holly races to the back door.

“Hold on,” I tell her. “You’re not ready. What do we have to do before we go into the garden?”

She freezes and ponders it. “Put on boots.” Then she plops onto the ground by the door and pulls her yellow rubber boots from their spot by the door. She sticks her tongue out while she concentrates on pulling them onto her feet by their pull tabs.

“Good job, baby,” I tell her once she’s done. “Now you’re ready.” I switch out my sneakers for my gardening shoes. Then I put Lily into her harness on my back and carry Marcia on my hip. Holly runs ahead of us and waits at the gate for me to unlatch it for her.

The kids have their own play garden full of sensory toys. Small plastic shovels and rakes, smaller plastic nursery pots and a tiny functional watering can. They don’t do much more than create a lot of mud, but that’s fine. It’s good for kids to get dirty. Together, we check on the marigold seedlings we planted last week.

I sit Marcia down with her sister in their fenced-off garden so they play while I check on our vegetable garden. “Oh, look,” I tell Lily. “We have our first tomatoes.” I brush the leaves aside so that she can see the budded green fruits that will ripen soon. Lily babbles, talking to me in her baby talk while I point to different plants. I tell her what they are and what their fruit will look like once they’ve ripened.

Once the vegetable patch is pruned and tied back into submission and fertilized, I join the girls in their play garden.

“Look at my flowers, Mommy,” Holly says with pride. She squats and holds the watering can above her marigolds. There’s no water in the can right now, but she pretends to water them anyway.

“Wow, they’re so beautiful, baby. You’ve done a good job taking care of your flowers.”

“I know.” She drops the watering can and moves on to scooping dirt into an empty flower pot with her plastic shovel.

I hold back my snort of laughter. I love her confidence. “What are you making now?”

“More flowers.”

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