Page 35 of Quickies

“Have you done this before?” His deep voice sounded surprisingly tender.

I shook my head, and the movement made me dizzy. I couldn’t open my eyes. “All my heats have been machine-assisted,” I mumbled.

He scoffed. “No wonder you were desperate for a real dick.”

I merely hummed. My brain was fuzzy. I couldn’t think properly yet.

“I’ve knocked you up, haven’t I? Gave you what you needed.” He patted my stomach. “The thing is, I was kinda counting on the cash from this rut, but now there’s a pricey load of my swimmers up your womb.”

“I’ll make sure you’re reimbursed for it.” I didn’t care. Money had never been something I had to think about.

He hummed. “And what about the rest of my rut? You gonna walk out and leave me here with that awful machine?”

“If you want…” Was I crazy? I didn’t know this man. He was feral. He could hurt me. Use me… Fuck me and breed me again. And again.“You’re welcome to accompany me to my apartment.”

He chuckled. “You want a filthy feral to jizz into you a few more times, omega? We should make sure you’re really knocked up, huh?”

Heavens. I’d gotten myself pregnant with a feral one. He was so crude. Why did I find it desirable? I could never tell anyone.

“I’d like you to inseminate me repeatedly, yes,” I heard myself say.

“I don’t mind doing that. Don’t mind at all. But again, the money.”

“I’ll pay you.” I’d give him whatever he wanted.

“You will, huh? Well, whoring myself out wasn’t on my bucket list, but it’s better than knotting into a fleshlight.” He smacked my thigh lightly. “My knot’s going down. Get me out of here?”

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