Let's go!

He doesn’t let all that cum go to waste though, he covers you with it while filling your pretty pussy with his cock. He knows you enjoy being covered in his loads like that.

You're a scientist working on a centaur breeding program. They're extremely endangered because only males occur in the wild, and they need human wombs to reproduce. Not many people want to carry a foal, but you've nearly perfected an artificial womb.

You've captured a male, 15 hands high and so deep into his heat he can't be reasoned with. You have all six of his limbs shackled, and every hour you inject more hormones into him to keep him hard and aching. It's physically painful for him to go longer than an hour without ejaculating, but you're a good doctor and you milk him every time he starts to bellow.

He's bellowing now, the straps that keep him in place creaking. His two foot cock twitches to life, thickening as you watch. Your eyes lock with his, and you see desire in his eyes. "Please," he growls.

"Just a moment," you tell him. You need to collect another vial, but there's none in the cupboard. He's already filled all four gallon jugs, and his heat hasn't abated.

"I need to fuck," he pants. Already his cock is dripping with precum. "Let me grind," he begs. He shifts from foot to foot, hooves clattering against the floor. You ignore his fidgeting and cross to the supply closet.

There's a crunching noise as he tears his restraints from the wall. You whirl around, and he's already on you. His hands lay you out on the exam table. He shreds your lab coat, yanks your pants down to your knees. His breathing is harsh and loud in the room.

"Please," you stammer. "I'll get you off, I promise--"

"Too late," he growls, and rolls you over so your bare breast press against cold metal and your cunt is exposed to the room.

"It won't fit!" you cry. You've been the one milking him all day, you know intimately that he's larger around than a pop can, that he's as long as your arm. But he rears up and positions himself over you, his hairy barrel chest pinning you down, and then he's inside you, bruising your cervix in one thrust.

His groan of pleasure echoes in the room. "That's good," he moans. "Nothing like a frigid boy's cunt to get off on."

You bite your arm to keep from crying out. Your cunt burns from the stretch. It's impossible that he's inside you. It's even more impossible that it feels good.

He jackhammers into you, wrecking your cunt for anyone else ever again. His grunts are the only thing louder than your hammering heart as he forces himself past your cervix, locking himself inside of you. His cock throbs as he comes, rope after rope of seed filling you up. It's more than your womb can hold, and your belly presses into the table.

He softens, and you shift your hips, desperate for freedom. Cum runs down your legs, dripping onto the floor.

"Please," you gasp. "Please, please--" you aren't sure what you're begging for.

His cock twitches inside you. "Beg more," he growls.

"It hurts," you whimper.

He half pulls out, and then thrusts back in, already hard again. "Too bad," he says. "You said you'd get me off, and I'm not satisfied yet."

He cums in you five more times. You're a shaking mess by the end of it, so overstimulated that every brush against your skin is torture. Your tdick throbs. You've been on the edge of orgasm for an hour, and he knows it.

once i'm ready, i start pulling my knot out again and you start to whine, but your legs keep sliding farther and farther apart for me and your pussy is pulsing pathetically around my cock. i keep pulling and pulling until i'm at the widest part again and your toes curl at the feeling as i tease you there again, holding your pussy as open as possible for me. you moan something incoherent that sounds like it could be, "please," but you're way past talking at this point. slowly, i pull the knot out of you, and despite the considerable girth of my cock, you find yourself almost feeling empty, like you're missing something. i watch your pussy twitch against my cock, squeezing itself again and again in a desperate attempt to feel the stretch again. i knead your ass cheeks in my hands and fuck you shallowly for a few more seconds, allowing your cock-drunk mind to start catching up with your pussy.

but one single pump isn't enough. i can't hold back any more. i grab ahold of your hips again for stability and start pounding my knot into your pussy mercilessly, making you squeal and clench even tighter around me in surprise. with each pump, there's a slight stutter, a moment of give as your pussy stretches out to its widest point. but i keep punching that fat knot into you, over and over and over again until your pussy is no longer too tight for a smooth ride. you haven't stopped moaning or blubbering, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out like the braindead whore you are.

Breeding Pole Part 2

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Content: NSFW, (F-Reader x Multiple M Werewolves), Kidnapping, Dubcon, Breeding, Cumflation

Awkwardly lying in the dirt, legs still pried apart by the spreader bar and wrists still cuffed around the breeding pole, you try to ignore the sensation of the caked-on cum coating your thighs.

Everyone has gone to bed, forgetting to free you after the long day of continuous breeding by the townsmen. It's dark and cold; only the full moon providing any light.

Your tired body awakens as you feel an unknown presence seemingly watching you from further in the woods. Straining your eyes you think you see a dark shadow emerge from behind the trunk of a tree. Then another.