If it were just the hormones, it might be easier to handle. You've been needy before and it's certainly not the first time you've felt the aching emptiness that comes from being desperate for his cock. Especially after the first time you were bred, your body remembered it so clearly and was so desperate to get back to it, driving you into his arms and under his body when you were ovulating and at your most fertile.
If it were just the hormones, it might be easier to handle.
But these long six months have changed your body so much. Every new inch of it serves as a constant reminder of what he's done and where you stand in relation to him.
Every movement of your engorged breasts confirms just how big they've become and whispers in the most primal parts of your mind exactly what they're meant for. When your nipples, darkened and swollen, brush against your clothes, a jolt of pleasure arcs through you. You can't help thinking of his idle touch, tugging and kneading, waiting for him to praise you but knowing that his touch is just as much praise as it is anything else. You're useful. You're his toy. And he loves playing with his toy.
You feel it in your hips, too, how they've widened and softened, reading you for what's about to come. It's a part of motherhood that never fully leaves you, these child-bearing hips, and every sway reminds you that your body is meant to entice the man that owns you, the man that did this to you.
Your round, growing belly.
It's your purpose. It's your fate. It's your duty to be bred by him as he sees fit. It's primal and animal, round like generations of women that have come before you, stretching back into the eons as evolution, over countless generations, perfected your body for reproduction. It's heavy and full and you feel like you're on display as it sticks out in front of you. It's the symbol of livestock put to good use, presented for the world to appraise and to praise him for making you like this. It's a reminder of that night when he took you and claimed you and, once again, set you on a long, nine-month path that you were helpless to stop. It felt so good to feel him inside you, to cum around his cock, to be his.
It's proof of your submission. It is, in the same moment, proof of how good the pleasure he gives you can feel and a reminder of exactly why you can't have it until he gives it to you.
If it were just the hormones, being denied might be easier to handle. But like this... To be this pregnant, so desperate and so needy and with no relief in sight...
How can your body feel so full and so empty at the same time?
Welcome back ❤️❤️❤️ Wow this is so beautiful and hot. Fuck… 🥵 Send help. You nailed this ache so deeply.
