Herald of Passion

When Ava took the job, she could not in a million year predict what was going to happen. How her life was about to change.

“Help wanted to raise our child. Payment and lodging offered. Inquire at the Donovan Manor.”

She needed help paying for her university studies, her apartment, and basically her entire life. Every penny could make the difference.

“Mansion is the right word!” Ava thought to herself as she exited the cab. The building was in a more natural part of the city; a two-story colonial style house, richly modernized, but still quite tasteful.

She felt underdressed when looking at the place. Ava wasn’t bad looking or presenting badly; she was a quite pretty 20 years old woman, with pale skin and a black bob for hair. She was dressed a bit conservatively, preferring to hide her curves rather than bring attention to them.

The young woman rang the doorbell, which seemed to echo through the massive household, before two people opened the door. A man and a woman. The man was maybe in his mid-thirties, with short brown hair and a well-groomed beard. The woman was holding on to his arm, smiling. She was older, maybe late 40s? She was still beautiful, with long dirty blond hair, with some rare grey locks among it.

“Can we help you, miss?” asked the man in a suave and low voice. “You seem lost.”

“I’m… I think I’m here for the job opportunity? Like the nanny job?” Ava responded, a bit intimidated by the couple. There was a strange energy to them; not scary or bad, but… expecting? Waiting for something?

The lady laughed softly at her words. “I don’t know if I’d call it that, but you seem perfect for the role, sweety. Please, come in.”

The trio walked down the corridors of the large house. While big, it was still cozy and inviting, intricately decorated without feeling tacky.

The couple introduced themselves as Ethan and Sophie. They had been together for almost ten years now and knew they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

The three of them sat down in plump sofas in the living room. Ethan served them tea, while Ava looked around slowly.

“So… where are the children? And how old are they? I’d love to meet them soon and get to know them,” smiled Ava, trying to control her breathing. She really needed this job and couldn’t miss her chance.

The couple exchanged a look of amusement and seemingly, understanding, as Ethan placed down his cup. “They… aren’t born yet.”

“That is what the job is about,” revealed Sophie, giving the young woman a reassuring look. “We would like you to carry, grow, and birth our child.”

“That, and maybe some other things…” added Ethan with a wink to his wife, his hand sliding on her thigh.

“Ethan! You flirt, let the girl digest the news first! We need to go slow.”

Ava’s head was spinning. She was in shock! She couldn’t believe what they were asking of her! Having a baby, at her age, was such a big thing. On the other hand, she really needed the money, and she expected them to offer some pretty good compensations in return. And something about them was almost… mesmerizing.

“You want me to… be your surrogate? Why not go to an agency for that?”

“We’ve thought about it, dear. After learning that I couldn’t carry children myself, Ethan and I explored every possible options. A normal surrogate was on the table, but we also had… other needs.

“We do not simply want a vessel to carry our child. We want her to be a part of the family. Of our relationship…” confessed Ethan, before placing a passionate and tender kiss in his wife’s neck.

Sophie chuckled against the kiss, answering in kind, leaving Ava both uneasy, and intrigued. She felt… compelled to see this true. A knot of stress, but also excitement, was forming deep in her.

“So… where do I sign?” asserted Ava, her choice made.

The arrangement was as such: Ava’s financial needs would be met, and she would be fed and lodged for free by the Donovans. In return, she was to be… free-use. They could use her body whenever and however they wanted. And of course, she had to get inseminated by Ethan and carry their child.

The couple had decided to give their new “guest” a few days to acclimatize to her surroundings and let her see if she had second thoughts. As they did not manifest, they went ahead with the plan.

***

It had been almost a week now. Ava’s new employers, and owners, had brought her to their bedroom. It was lush and cozy, dimly lit, with a light hint of incense. She felt immediately at ease. Hands were placed in her back, slowly caressing her shoulders, the sides of her stomach. Kisses were tenderly placed in her neck. They were working in tandem, as one. They were both there to pleasure their new pet. To get her pregnant.

After some time, they all helped each others out of their clothes, sharing the moment in pure nakedness. Ethan was well-sculpted, both over and under the belt; his muscles were toned, without feeling fake. He radiated strength and protection. His cock was long and large and was only slightly erect for now. Sophie, even with more years on the meter, was stunning. Her breasts were slightly dropping, but it took nothing from their beauty. Her nipples were dark and large, begging to be sucked. She had a small bush over her vulva, like a wooded glade hiding a breathtaking landscape.

Ava was a bit more timid. Her body was small and lithe, with smaller breasts and a shaved vulva. Her hands were trying to hide her modesty, for now.

The two of them lowered her onto the bed, their hands touching Ava all over, following her gasps and moans. They made her repeat the safe word, “Gaia”, making sure she remembered it for what was coming next.

“Such a beautiful plaything, don’t you say, love?” groaned Sophie, in a sultry voice, one hand cupping Ava’s breast, the other playing with her own nipples.

“She’s gonna be such a good girl, I’m sure of it,” admitted Ethan. His large, callused hands placed on her thighs, slowly pushing them apart. “Are you going to be a good girl for my wife and I?”

She responded with only a nod, but she felt the man’s fingers under her chin, forcing her eyes into his.

“I want to hear you say it. I need you to know you want this.”

“I… I want to be a good girl for you… both of you. I want… to be bred.”

It seemed to satisfy them, as Sophie locked her lips with Ava’s in a passionate kiss, while Ethan’s mouth found their way between the young woman legs. His warm breath on her lower lips, his tongue lapping at her clit… it was heaven.

Ava’s gasps filled the room as her partners used her and her pleasure flowed through her. Amidst her haze, Ava saw Sophia’s hand reach out and start to stroke her husband’s cock, which had grown even larger since the start. Ava couldn’t believe that this was the cock that was going to inseminate her… No. It was going to breed her.

After more licking, Ethan stood back up to kiss Sophie, their tongues dancing around each other, before he kissed Ava as well. She could taste more of Sophie, but also her own juices, which were sweet, like honey.

“Please…” whispered Ava, unsure if she even spoke aloud. “Take me. Fuck me. Breed me.”

The couple smiled and nodded. Ethan grabbed Ava’s legs and placed them over his shoulders. Sophie’s hands found her way to Ava’s lips, which she spread wide so her husband could slide directly into their new sex toy. With a final word of consent, Ethan pushed his cock all the way inside the young woman, making her moan loudly. He started slow, barely moving in and out, while the older woman’s thumb was rubbing circles around Ava’s clit, helping her body take her breeder’s length.

Ethan kicked up the pace, grunting with each stroke into Ava’s vagina, feeling the walls squeeze around him. He controlled his breathing, not wanting to cum too quickly. There was still much to do. Sophie was touching her own pussy, two fingers deep inside, before adding a third one. Her eyes were almost rolling in the back of her head at the sight of her husband, balls deep into the young woman.

As everyone’s breath picked up and the rhythm got quicker, Ethan’s hand found its way on Ava’s stomach, soon followed by his wife’s, then Ava’s.

“Do you feel it? That’s where I’m going to put our baby… so deep inside you…” grunted Ethan, his cock pulsing and twitching inside his partner. Ava almost gasped at the words. She wanted it. She needed it.

“Yes! Fuck yes…! Please, please breed me! Cum inside of me, get me pregnant. Use me, punish me, make me give birth for you… anything you want…”

Ava didn’t even know she could say all those things, but her brain wasn’t the one in control right now. Her nervous system, her pussy, her womb; they were the ones begging Ethan and Sophie to make her cum, to change her body forever.

Ethan, Sophie and Ava exchanged deep kisses, their bodies intertwined both physically and emotionally; there was no separating them. As soon as Ethan’s first spurt of cum hit Ava’s cervix, she threw her head back and screamed as she reached her own orgasm, soon followed by Sophie, who quietly squirted on her own fingers at the sight.

The trio was out of breath, sweaty, and piled up on the bed. Ethan’s now flaccid cock was still buried in Ava, but as soon as he took it out, his wife wrapped her lips around it to suck the smallest hints of cum left on the shaft, before doing the same to Ava’s pussy.

Ava came many times that night, as did the others. She spent most of it clutching her stomach, telling herself: I’m pregnant. I’m bred. I’m a knocked up slut…

***

Three months had past since Ava started living with the Donovans, and she was already feeling at home. She didn’t feel like going anywhere else. And her already quite pronounced pregnant belly wouldn’t have made it any easier.

Ethan and Sophie were over the moon when the multiple pregnancy tests they made her do came up positive. Ava was too, while still taken aback by how much her life had changed since then.

She had left her old dingy apartment, since her lovers had offered her a bedroom in their home (and a place in their own bed, if she preferred). She was still going to university part time, and she could see the many looks that people gave her, students and professors alike. A mix of astonishment, pity, jealousy, and lust. It didn’t help that Ethan and Sophie chose her outfits each day, making sure to show off her ever-growing curves. Even beyond her round belly, already criss-crossed with thin stretch marks, Ava’s body was getting rounder everywhere. Her ass had never been so eye-catching, and her breasts were tender and heavy. Her nipples were showing almost constantly, since she was barred from wearing underwear, which had caused her more than one headache with the school administration over her fashion choices.

But it was worth it for how loved, cherished, and pleasured she felt at home. Ethan and Sophie could use her whenever and however they wanted, and they weren’t afraid to do so.

One time, as she was studying in the living room, absentmindedly rubbing her belly, Ethan marched into the room. Without saying a word, he grabbed Ava, bent her over the couch with her book in hand, before sliding in one go into her pregnant pussy. He was fucking her fast and hard, grunting in her ear. “Don’t stop studying. You need to be ready for your exams.”

Ava muttered something about anthropology between two thrusts, her thoughts leaking out between her legs. She was already so sensitive just three months into the pregnancy. What would it be when she would be full term? But there would be time for those reflections after her owner had cum deep inside her.

Not long afterwards, Sophie found them in the middle of the action, smiled, grabbed Ava’s book and threw it on the couch, and placed her pussy on the young student’s mouth, letting her husband’s thrusts into their bred slut carry her tongue deeper in Sophie’s cunt.

All of them were blissed out, the living room smelling of love and sex. As Sophie came on Ava’s face, grabbing her hair to pull her in closer, Ethan pulled out of his pregnant sex toy and came all over her pretty face and belly, covering her with his warm, white cum.

“My dear?” asked Ethan as his wife started to lick the cum off of Ava’s face. “I think we should all go take a walk together, what do you think?”

“I love the idea,” winked back Sophie, smacking Ava’s ass as she stood back up, dressed up again, but still her face full of cum. “Oh and Ava? No need to clean yourself up. You’re perfect as is…”

***

24 weeks had passed since Ava had taken Ethan and Sophie’s offer, and she would never go back to her old life.

She was six months pregnant, and the reality of her state was more and more pronounced. Her belly was larger and heavier, changing her walking into somewhat of a waddle. She had stopped going to classes, since she found herself lacking interest in her studies, preferring to stay home and make sure the household was happy, satisfied, and ready to welcome the baby.

Speaking of satisfied, she remembered how she woke up one night. She was deep in a weird dream when she woke up from her slumber, her pussy sore and leaking. Maybe she had a wet dream, but she realized that she felt a presence in her back, an arm wrapped around her belly, and a cock still sleepily sliding in and out of her.

Ava moaned deeply, closing her eyes and enjoying her walls stretch and contract with Ethan’s movements, her hips moving with him, but he stopped her. “Don’t move. Just lay there. Go back to sleep, let me use your body.”

She simply laid her head back on her pillow and let herself be rocked back and forth by her kind and virile baby daddy claiming her body right then and there. She soon fell asleep again as another load was shot deep inside of her. They woke up in the morning, still entangled, and she made sure to take care of Ethan’s morning wood for him.

As the weeks went by, she also started to produce her first milk, but the amount of colostrum produced was even astonishing the doctors. Neither Ethan, nor Sophie were complaining about it. Of course, the pressure in Ava’s breasts had gone through the roof, and she needed to express the milk

She still struggled with the pump that her owners had bought for her, but she was persistent, one had to give her that. She was in her room, sitting on her bed in front of the mirror. She was admiring her pregnant form; her hair was longer, shinier, her skin glowing from the hormones coursing through her veins. Her belly was heavy and resting on her legs, while her breasts were full and showing off blue veins. Her areolas and nipples had grown too, becoming dark spots against Ava’s pale skin. Her breasts were begging to be emptied, but Ava couldn’t get the damned machine to latch on.

“Let me help you with that,” offered Sophie, as she entered the room.

The two women had bonded a lot throughout these past few weeks, becoming quite close even when Ethan wasn’t there. As much as Sophie was saddened to be unable to carry their baby herself, she bore no jealousy toward Ava. On the contrary, she was amazed and fascinating by the young lady’s personality and body, as Ava made pregnancy a real part of herself.

Without saying more, Sophie took the pump out of Ava’s hands and affixed it to one of her nipples. The only sounds in the room were soon the rhythmic pumping and Ava’s soft breaths as she felt her milk start to leak out of her.

“There… good girl. You’re doing amazing,” whispered Sophie, placing a tender kiss in Ava’s neck, to which the young woman tilted her neck to give her more space.

After some time, the pump finished its work on the first breast. Sophie unhooked her companion and looked at the bottle half-filled with golden milk. Without thinking, she unscrewed it and let a large gulp of it slide down her throat. She almost shivered at the taste; it was so sweet and tasty, slightly salty.

“Fuck… Ava… your body is so delicious. I wonder how it tastes straight from the tap…”

Sophie guided her partner down on her back, her belly almost pinning her to the bed. Sophie took the still engorged breast and brough it to her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the nipple as she started to suck on it. Ava moaned softly, caressing her partner’s hair, the older woman’s tongue lapping at the dark nipple until the desired milk started to flow, droplet by droplet, into Sophie’s hungry mouth. She drank from Ava’s breasts like she had walked forty days in the desert, and she was determined to suck that oasis dry.

As they were exploring each other’s bodies, Ethan joined them, already naked, gently stroking his already hardened cock. “Present yourself for me, dear Ava. On all fours, with Sophie under you.”

The two women smiled at each other and obeyed. Ava was on her hands and knees, her heavy belly still visible behind her legs, while Sophie was under her, still drinking from her breasts and grinding her pussy on the woman’s belly.

Ethan’s cock inside her was like a soft ray of sunshine, filling her with a relief and warmth that she craved. Her pussy was insatiable these days, and she needed to cum constantly. She felt Ethan’s precum leak inside her as Sophie milked her breasts, and their baby was weighting down her womb. She couldn’t ask for more.

“Yes! Yes… fuck yes… fuck me like a slut, like a good pregnant slut…”

“That’s it, mommy…” whispered Sophie between two gulps of milk, her knee gently rubbing against Ava’s clit. “You’re so sexy and obedient, a perfect sex toy. Will you be ours to play with when you give birth?”

Ava nodded, bucking her hips into Ethan’s thrusts, taking him as deep as possible inside her. “Yes I will. You can do anything to me while I labor for you. While I’m pushing your baby out of my cunt! I’m your slut to use as you want!”

They all basically came as one, screams of pleasure erupting from the trio as cum flooded their pregnant sex toy, and Ava coated Ethan’s cock with her juices while Sophie was milk drunk, her fingers deep inside her own pussy as it pulsed, wanting more.

***

After almost forty weeks, the time had come. Ava had been pacing the house these last few days, cramping, Braxton-Hicks contractions leaving her little chance to rest. Her belly had dropped significantly, and the weight on her hips was immense. Even then, she didn’t regret a single thing.

Neither did her two companions, who seemed to use her more in these last few weeks than the rest of her pregnancy combined. Rare were the chats where not at least one person was touching themselves or pleasuring another, usually the expecting mother. After all, she had quite the ordeal coming over the horizon…

The trio was laying in the master bedroom, in the marital bed that had became their shared bed for a while now. They were all naked as the day they were born; an apt comparison, considering what would be happening soon.

The overdue pregnant woman was tied up in the bed, legs and arms spread wide, exposing her curvy and fertile body to the others, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her belly was tensing more and more as her labor seemed to approach closer with every passing moment. Ava winced at the discomfort, but the feeling was soon eclipsed by pure lust as Sophie pressed her wet cunt to her mouth, her needs clear as day.

But Ava was not to pity, as Ethan’s tongue was already playing with her clit and parting her lips with his tongue. The ladies’ moans were the only sound in the room, and no one could ask for more. Sophie reached back to milk Ava’s heavy breasts, making small rivulets of milk flow down her large belly, glistening with a mix of milk, sweat, and juices from Sophie.

Sophie kept riding Ava’s face as Ethan took possession of their sex doll’s pregnant pussy, ramming into her with passion and desire. He fucked her harder and faster than ever, his finger rubbing her clit in sync with his thrusts, his groans adding to the choir of pleasure already present.

“Fuuuuuck… Ava, you’re still so tight… Can’t wait to see our baby stretch you out so wide…”

Ava shuddered at the words and the realization that she was soon to be in actual labor. She felt Sophie cum silently against her mouth at her husband’s words, before turning around to kiss him.

“She’s going to do so great; I know it. Our sweet little Ava, our perfect pregnant whore.”

Ava’s breath picked up at the words. “Yess… use me… break my water… fuck me into labor… I want you to watch me push your baby out!”

The young woman almost screamed the end of her sentence. She felt the truth of what she said deep in her bones. She had found her purpose. She was made for this. Made to be used, abused, taken advantage of. Her breasts, her mouth, her pussy, even her womb was fair use for those she trusted.

Ethan picked up the pace, Sophie stroking his cock into Ava as the young woman ate her out like it was her last meal. Their hands were on Ava’s belly as another contraction hit her. Her entire body seized and cramped, pushing the trio over the edge. Ethan grunted loudly as he fell against his sex toy’s belly, cum squirting out deep against her cervix, while Sophie grinded her lips on Ava’s tongue, riding her pleasure as Ava had her tongue out, panting out in pure pleasure and pain. The pressure was only rising, and rising, and…

Pop…

Ethan slid out of her, followed by a large gush of amniotic fluid, semen, and her own juices. Ava was rocking her hips as it just kept going, moaning without a care in the world.

She was in labor. The baby was coming.

They had untied Ava and made sure everything was ready for the perfect free-use birth at home, the one that they had always dreamed of. Ava was pacing around the room, waddling slowly, stopping each time a contraction rose through her body. She held herself against chairs, sofas, tables, rocking her hips back and forth… back and forth, trying to move the baby down.

Her head was in the crook of her arms as she moaned lowly, as she felt her cervix slowly dilating, the baby’s head pressing against it.

“Fuck… I can’t… I can’t do it… ooohhhh…” she groaned, as Sophie’s arms wrapped around her in a warm embrace, placing Ava’s arms around her neck.

“Yes you can, honey. You’re so strong. You’re the perfect laboring slut for Ethan and I.”

“And remember your safeword,” added Ethan, stroking her hair. “You say it, and we rush to the hospital and our little game ends. It’s your choice.”

She nodded feverishly, indeed knowing that she could have a normal birth if she desired it so. She felt the first letters of the safeword on the tip of her tongue, but chose not to pronounce it. She could make it through. She was strong, devoted, and she had found her place. She was their free-use pregnant slut, and it was time to give birth for those she loved.

“Will you please… please check my… fuuuuuck… check my dilation, daddy?” whimpered Ava, her face in Sophie’s neck, her contracting belly pressing against the older woman’s stomach.

Ethan made her spread her legs, which slightly dropped into a light squat without Ava choosing to do so. The pressure was so intense. Ethan prepared himself and inserted two fingers into Ava’s vagina, prodding at her dilating cervix.

Ava’s entire vagina was on fire, so sensitive and stretched from both sides. She couldn’t resist moaning in Sophie’s ear, to which she responded by gently playing with Ava’s breasts, stimulating her even more.

“You’re almost fully dilated, Ava. It’s gonna be time to push soon…” Ethan explained, his fingers not leaving Ava’s body. Instead, he started to move them in and out, hooking them to rub against her most sensitive spots. Ava’s hips moved on their own, pressing against the fingers, needing the distraction, the release.

“Yes please… please, please, please… Make me cum. Make me cum while I’m in labor for you two. Make me your breeding slut forever.”

“You’re such a whore, begging to cum while you’re about to give birth…” whispered Sophie in the mother-to-be’s ear. “Ethan, love. Make her cum like the laboring slut she is.”

The man grinned as his fingers moved faster, his thumb rubbing Ava’s clit at the same time. Ava was just screaming; from the pressure, from the bliss, from her newfound role in life. She was going to be a mother. A mother for the two people she loved and admired the most.

When Ava reached her climax, pleasure erupted deep inside her. Her womb, her heart, her soul ignited as she threw her head back to scream her orgasm into the night. She felt the baby breach her cervix and fully enter her birth canal. She fell to her knees, held by her lovers to keep her from falling.

“Fuck… Please, fuck her,” pleaded Ava to Ethan, pointing to Sophie. “Fuck her in missionary while I ride her face. I want to give birth on her and you, and so she can feel her pussy stretch from your cock as mine does with your baby.”

The three of them exchanged no words, only deep kisses that were punctuated by Ava’s contractions. “Please hurry… I feel like pushing already…”

Sophie laid down on the bed, her fingers already on her clit as her husband parted her lips with his cock, fucking her hard. Ava was squatting low over Sophie’s face, the older woman lapping at the pussy about to give birth. Ava moaned and rocked her hips with the newest contraction, Sophie’s tongue rubbing against her clit as Ava pushed for the first time.

It was hell and heaven at once. The pain was indescribable, as her baby stretched her more than she could ever imagine, but at the same time, it rubbed against every spot, every nook, every nerve seeking to give Ava pleasure. She watched her baby daddy fuck his wife with wild abandon, both moaning like wounded animals.

Ava was pushing with every contraction, which were on top of each other now. “Too much… Too good… Can’t stop… pushiiiiing!”

Her scream turned to panting as she felt herself crown with the head, her lips at their widest point. She was going to tear; she was sure of it. Her lips were on the verge of giving out from the massive head parting her tight pussy. But she was also on the edge of something.

“Gonna cum… I… cum the head out… I wanna cum the head out of my tight cunt,” begged Ava, almost delirious at this point. “Cum with me, please…”

Ethan was now barreling into Sophie, the tip of his cock showing against her stomach as she panted on the crowning pussy. Ava rode her face faster and faster, before bucking her hips and cumming loudly, the head exploding out of her with a new gush of fluid, soaking Ethan and Sophie throughout their own orgasms.

The trio was panting, breathless, all of them admiring the large head emerging from between Ava’s legs. He already had some hair, the same color as Ethan’s.

“He’s turning… gonna push the shoulders… catch him…” simply said Ava, exhausted. She could barely hold herself, resting against Sophie as she pushed again. The older woman reached around her belly to help guide the baby out of Ava, as Ethan was ready to catch him. With one final push, Ava placed her head on Sophie’s shoulder as she gasped, their baby sliding completely out of her and into his father’s arms.