Olympia

“Breed me!” Y/N screamed, her voice ragged, desperate, breaking through the rhythm of slapping flesh and wood.

Larissa froze, her hips stuttering mid thrust, her cock buried deep inside her wife’s slick, clutching cunt. The words hung in the air, thick and shocking, more potent than any orgasm. She leaned forward, pressing her sweat slicked chest against Y/N’s trembling back, her lips finding the hot skin of Y/N’s shoulder. “Say it again” Larissa whispered, her voice a low, hungry rasp.

“Breed me, Larissa. Fill me up. I want it. I want your fucking cum inside me” Y/N panted, twisting her head to try and meet Larissa’s eyes. Her face was flushed, tear streaked, lips parted in a gasp. “Please.”

A wave of possessive, triumphant love surged through Larissa, so intense it made her own cock twitch and swell within Y/N’s tightness. This was it. The moment. All the subtle hints, the pointed magazines, the baby clothes, videos, they had woven this need into Y/N’s subconscious until it burst forth raw and real. Larissa’s mind flashed back to the start of it all, to the dream that had ignited this relentless campaign.

***

A stupid dream, vivid and visceral.

Larissa had dreamed of fucking Y/N on this very desk. Y/N bent over, Larissa’s thick cock pistoning into her, the sound wet and obscene. In the dream, Larissa had watched her own cum, thick and pearly white, flood Y/N’s pussy until it overflowed, leaking down her thighs in sticky streams. She dreamed of a subtle, beautiful swell low on Y/N’s belly, a tiny curve that promised their future. The dream ended with Larissa’s lips against Y/N’s ear, whispering, “You’re so full of me. It’s perfect.”

She woke up hard. Her cock was a stiff, aching weight against her stomach, the sheets damp with her own pre cum. The need was physical, a throbbing imperative in her veins. Y/N slept beside her, peaceful, her back turned. Larissa had waited months after their conversation, after Y/N’s gentle “Let’s wait another year, love.” But that morning, the waiting felt like a cage.

So Larissa started her campaign.

It was subtle. While grocery shopping, she’d linger by the infant aisle. “Look at these tiny socks” she’d murmur, holding up a pair littered with cartoon ducks. “So fucking cute.” She’d leave a parenting magazine, opened to an article about nursery designs, on Y/N’s bedside table. She’d queue up videos of laughing babies on her tablet and play them while Y/N cooked dinner, the joyful squeals a constant soundtrack. She never pushed, never demanded. She just… pointed. Let the imagery seep in. Let the idea of a family, of her seed taking root inside Y/N, become a constant, tantalizing ghost in their home.

And Y/N responded. Not with words, but with a slow burning heat. Her kisses became longer, hungrier. She’d press herself against Larissa in the kitchen, her hips rocking subtly. She started wearing Larissa’s favorite lingerie. The black lace set that framed her cunt so perfectly. The resistance was melting.

Then came this afternoon.

Y/N had come into Larissa’s office, a homey space with a large, sturdy desk. Larissa was working, but her eyes tracked Y/N’s every move. Y/N wore a simple sundress, the thin cotton hugging her curves. She leaned over the desk to hand Larissa a cup of coffee, and the dress rode up, revealing the soft swell of her ass, the shadow between her thighs.

Larissa barely even saw anything, but her control snapped.

She stood up, her chair scraping back. Her hands went to Y/N’s hips, turning her, guiding her. “Over the desk” Larissa commanded, her voice dropping to a growl. Y/N’s eyes widened, but a spark of raw excitement ignited within them. She obeyed, bending forward, her palms flat on the polished wood, her ass presented, the dress pooling around her waist.

Larissa didn’t bother with underwear. She yanked Y/N’s panties down, just below her ass cheeks, a strip of white cotton now stretched taut between her thighs. Larissa’s own pants were pushed down, her cock springing free, already leaking, the tip glistening. She positioned herself, one hand spreading Y/N’s cunt lips, the other guiding her cock to the entrance.

The first thrust was brutal, a single, deep conquest that buried Larissa to the root. Y/N cried out, a sharp, surprised sound that morphed into a long, trembling moan. Larissa held there, savoring the incredible heat, the wet, velvety clasp around her shaft. Then she began to move.

***

Now, here, Y/N’s plea hung in the air.

Larissa didn’t need to hear it again. The permission, the desire, was a key turning in a lock deep inside her. All the restrained longing, the patient plotting, exploded into pure, focused action.

She pulled her cock almost all the way out, watching Y/N’s slick folds cling to her shaft, then drove back in with a force that made the desk shudder. “You’re gonna get it” Larissa snarled, her hips setting a punishing, rapid pace. “Every fucking drop.”

Y/N’s moans lost all coherence. They became a continuous, over the top stream of sound. High, desperate whines mixed with guttural, pleasured cries. Her body bucked against each thrust, her ass slapping back into Larissa’s pelvis. Larissa’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh, anchoring her. The room filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin, the creak of the desk, and Y/N’s vocal surrender.

Larissa leaned down, her mouth finding Y/N’s ear again. Her lips brushed the shell, then her teeth found the tender lobe. She bit, not hard, but a gentle biting, a playful, possessive nip that sent a jolt through Y/N’s body. Y/N shuddered, her moan climbing another octave. “You feel so fucking ready for me” Larissa whispered, a whispered confession of her own obsession. “Your cunt is so wet, so open. It’s fucking begging for my seed.”

“It is” Y/N gasped, her head rolling side to side on the desk. “It’s begging. Please, Larissa, fill me. Breed me.”

Larissa’s thrusts became deeper, slower, but more insistent. She was aiming now, each drive seeking a specific, tender spot deep within Y/N. She watched Y/N’s back arch, her spine curving into a beautiful, tense bow. Larissa could feel the changes inside her wife the internal muscles beginning to flutter, the slickness increasing to a gushing flood. Y/N was climbing, fast.

“Look at me” Larissa commanded, her voice rough.

Y/N twisted her neck, straining to meet Larissa’s gaze. Their eyes locked. Y/N’s wide, dark, and pleading. Larissa’s fierce, loving, and intent. Larissa kept pounding into her, maintaining that visual tether as Y/N’s body began to convulse.

The orgasm hit Y/N like a tidal wave. It wasn’t a single peak. It was a rolling, overwhelming series of peaks. A orgasm that made her inner muscles clamp down on Larissa’s cock in rapid, brutal pulses. Larissa felt each contraction, a milking, rhythmic squeeze that threatened to pull her own climax from her. Y/N’s mouth opened in a silent scream, then a ragged, sobbing cry tore out. Her body shook, her legs trembling, her fingers scrambling against the wood of the desk. Fluid, a clear slick rush gushed out around Larissa’s cock, soaking her thighs and the desk below. A sign of total, overwhelming release.

Larissa didn’t stop. She kept fucking her, through the contractions, through the aftershocks. Y/N’s moans became weak, blissful hums, her body lax and receptive. “Good girl” Larissa murmured. “Take it. Take all of it.”

Larissa’s own climax was a building tsunami. She felt her balls draw up tight, a heavy, aching pressure. The need to empty herself into Y/N’s womb was an animal imperative. She slowed her thrusts, now just shallow, grinding rocks, keeping her cock as deep as possible. Her fingers tightened on Y/N’s hips.

“I’m gonna cum” Larissa growled. “I’m gonna fucking flood you.”

Y/N whimpered, a sound of pure anticipation. “Do it. Fill me up.”

Larissa’s body tensed. A sharp, electric pulse shot up her spine. Then the release.

The first surge of cum was immense. It wasn’t a spurt, it was a gush. Larissa felt her cock convulse, and a hot, thick torrent erupted deep into Y/N’s cunt. Y/N gasped, her body arching again as the sudden, warm flood hit her deepest parts. Larissa groaned, long and low, as the pleasure ripped through her. She kept pulsing, kept emptying. The cum kept coming, an excessive volume that felt endless. She fucked her through it, pushing each new wave deeper.

When the first climax subsided, Larissa was still hard, still buried inside Y/N’s cum filled cunt. She could feel the wet warmth around her shaft, the incredible slickness. She pulled out slightly, watching a thick, white stream of her cum leak from Y/N’s stretched entrance and dribble down her thigh. The sight was utterly intoxicating.

“Again” Larissa whispered, her voice hoarse with need. She pushed back in, the mixture of her cum and Y/N’s fluids making the penetration obscenely smooth.

Y/N was in a state of orgasm overload. Her senses were flooded, her body pliant. She simply moaned, a soft, welcoming sound.

Larissa fucked her with renewed vigor, chasing her second release. This one came quicker, spurred by the sight of her own cum leaking from her wife, by the feeling of Y/N’s cum slicked walls around her. The second orgasm was another massive eruption, adding to the pool already inside Y/N. Larissa felt a subtle distension, a slight pressure change in Y/N’s belly against her own. She was filling her up, stretching her inner space with her seed.

Y/N’s breathing was shallow, her eyes closed, a smile of utterly debauched satisfaction on her lips.

Larissa pulled out once more, just to see. Her cum overflowed from Y/N’s pussy in a thick, continuous drip, pooling on the desk beneath them. Larissa’s cock, slick and glistening with their mixed fluids, twitched in the air. She was still not done. The breeding urge, was a fire in her blood.

She pushed back in, a third time. This final fuck was slower, more sensual. She kissed Y/N’s back, licked the sweat from her spine, whispered how beautiful she was, how perfect she looked full of Larissa’s cum. Y/N responded with soft, murmured words of love, of need

Larissa’s third orgasm was a deep, satisfying completion. It wasn’t as voluminous as the first two, but it was a final, claiming seal. She emptied the last of her seed into Y/N, grinding deep as she did, ensuring it went as far as it could.

Finally, she stopped, resting her weight against Y/N, both of them panting, slick, utterly joined. Larissa’s cock remained inside, softening slowly in the heat of Y/N’s cum filled cunt. She wrapped her arms around Y/N’s waist, holding her close.

“Look at you” Larissa whispered, her lips against Y/N’s ear. “So fucking full of me. My cum is in your womb now. It’s gonna find its way. You’re gonna swell with our baby.”

Y/N turned her head, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual kiss. It was deep, tired, and infinitely loving. “I want it” she whispered back. “I want to see my belly grow with your child.”

They stayed like that for long minutes, Larissa occasionally flexing her hips gently, feeling the slosh of her seed inside Y/N, watching more of it seep out in a lazy, thick trickle.

Eventually, Larissa pulled out, her cock leaving Y/N’s stretched, dripping entrance with a soft, wet pop. Y/N straightened slowly, her legs shaky. Larissa helped her turn, sitting her on the edge of the desk. Larissa knelt before her, her eyes fixed on Y/N’s cunt.

It was a breathtaking sight. Y/N’s lips were parted, glistening, swollen. Larissa’s cum still leaked from her in a steady, creamy flow. There was a subtle, beautiful bulge low on Y/N’s abdomen, a soft rounding that spoke of the immense volume inside her. Larissa reached out, her fingers gently tracing the curve. “See?” she murmured. “You’re already carrying me inside you.”

Y/N looked down, her own hand coming to rest over Larissa’s. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face.

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