I need more freaky Aether and his damn breeding kink please! 🌺
Had to whip out my chef whites to cook something up for you Flower Anon !! I went for a kind of boss/secretary if thats okay teehee
Aether was already chubbed up. All morning Cumulus had been in and out of his office, bringing him coffee, reports, borrowing stationary or asking him if he was free to take a patient. She knows what she's doing, he thinks, walking about in that tight skirt, the blouse that shows the pretty lace of her bra.
It doesn't take long for her to return either, Cumulus sauntering into Aether's office, her hips swaying with grace. She plonks a folder on his desk, leaning over just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. "Here are the files you requested, doctor. Anything else I can do for you?'" Her voice was honeyed, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Aether's eyes trace her movements with a knowing smirk, his fingers drumming lazily on the polished wood of his desk. He lets the silence stretch, watching her straighten up before he speaks. "Good work, Cumulus." His voice drops to a low, velvety tone as he leans back in his chair, one hand deliberately trailing down to rest on his lap, palm pressed flat over the unmistakable bulge straining against his trousers.
Cumulus blinks, her cheeks flushing slightly as she nervously fidgets with the hem of her skirt. She clears her throat, trying to maintain professional composure while avoiding direct eye contact with the prominent bulge. "Um, Doctor Aether… I was wondering if you could help me schedule an appointment? I need to arrange for a fertility checkup. The forms are a bit… confusing, and I thought you might know the proper channels."
Aether leans back in his chair, a slow, deliberate smirk spreading across his face as he taps his pen against the desk. He lets out a low, thoughtful hum, his eyes drifting down to where her fingers twist the fabric of her skirt. "A fertility checkup, hmm? Well, Cumulus, I suppose I could squeeze you in before my next patient. I’ll need to do a thorough examination, of course - visual, physical, make sure everything’s in prime condition for… conception."
Ten minutes later Cumulus was in a thin paper gown, perched on the edge of the examination bed, the gown rustling with each of her movements as she watches Aether scribble things on a clipboard, the scratch of his pen on the paper the only sound aside from her breathing. Her toes brush the cold floor of the room, Nerves coiling in her belly.
Aether finally finishes scribbling, his gaze sweeping over Cumulus with a clinical detachment that does little to hide the faint smirk tugging at his lips. He moves to the side of the bed, pulling a set of metal stirrups from a compartment below. "Alright, Cumulus," he says, his voice low and steady, "let's begin the fertility examination. I'll need you to lie back and place your legs here." He pats the padded supports, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "Don't worry, I'll be thorough." He guides her legs into the stirrups, adjusting the straps with practised ease, the leather cool against her skin. The gown rides up as he bends her knees, exposing her to the harsh light of the room. His knuckles brush her inner thigh as he secures the last strap, sending a jolt through her nerves. "Now, just relax," he murmurs, picking up a speculum from the tray beside him.
Her breath catches as the cold metal of the speculum presses against her, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his hands. The initial intrusion is a shock, a foreign object stretching her open under the harsh fluorescent light. She feels a mix of vulnerability and a strange, clinical arousal as Aether’s gaze focuses intently between her legs. The speculum clicks into place, a dull ache spreading through her pelvis before settling into a hollow, exposed sensation. Cumulus’s fingers grip the edges of the thin gown, her knuckles white.
How is Aether supposed to not want to get Cumulus knocked up? a fertile cunt with a body designed to carry litter after litter - his litters.
His fingers work the speculum free with a deliberate slowness, the click and release echoing in the sterile room. He sets it aside with a clatter, but his hands remain, one pressing against her lower abdomen, the other brushing the inside of her thigh. His eyes, dark and hungry, never leave the glistening evidence of her slick. He doesn't unbuckle her legs from the stirrups. Instead, he stands, his body blocking the harsh light as he unzips his fly with a single, decisive motion. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice low and rough, "spread open and dripping. A perfect little breeding doll. My cum would take root in you so easily, wouldn't it? Swell that belly with my litter until you're too heavy to walk."
Cumulus lets out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering half-closed. "You're… you're terrible," She murmurs, but her hips tilt just slightly, an instinctive invitation. Her pout is petulant, yet her thighs don't clamp shut; they stay obediently spread "This is so improper…your my boss, Doctor." Her voice wavers, caught between reprimand and need. She turns her head away, a faint flush creeping up her neck, but her body remains pliant beneath his touch, a silent surrender wrapped in false reluctance.
Aether's fingers trace a slow, deliberate path down her stomach, pausing at her hip. He leans in, his breath hot against her ear. "Improper? Maybe. But you'll take it, won't you? Every inch." His voice is a low, husky whisper as he lines himself up, pressing forward with a slow pressure in her stretched cunt. "You'll be round and heavy with my litter, waddling around this infirmary and everyone will know that I was the one to knock you up."
Cumulus's breath hitches, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as Aether's words sink in. She arches her back, pushing against him as he finds his rhythm, her fingers digging into the sheets. "Fuck, Aether—yes, I'll take it, every drop," she moans, her voice strained as he picks up the pace. Her thighs quiver, a wet squelch filling the small infirmary as she feels herself nearing the edge - she cries out, her body tensing as a violent shudder wracks her, a gush of liquid soaking them both. She clenches around him, milking his release as he buries himself deep, a low groan escaping her lips before she collapses, breathless and trembling, her hand moving to her stomach with a dazed smile.
It's not Aether's fault as he rests a heavy hand on Cumulus' shoulder as she walks out on wobbly legs, stumbling in her heels as she tries to greet Aether's next patient normally, his cum dripping into her panties. :(
