#impreg

"We can begin. Release the specimen."

Something cold and wet glides between my sensitive folds - the speculum they used for the initial examination was removed for the experiment itself, but the sensation of being stretched quickly comes back when something slimy swirls around my hole and easily slips inside.

I don't see between my legs through the sheet that was put over them but the ultrasound image and the endo camera feed on the screen let me know exactly what is happening. This "specimen", a living, moving mass is making its way through my pussy, expanding and contracting on its way deeper. I gasp from the stretching sensation and the skin of my stomach mirrors its movements, bulging under the probe the researcher is pressing down on a little too hard.

"We have a visual."

A dark, rippling mass fills the screen, leaving the cervix visible just barely enough, but from the overwhelming pressure alone I know exactly what's going to happen. The tentacle changes shape into a pointed, needle-like tip and without any warning strikes the entrance of my uterus. I cry out and feel my eyes burn.

"Secretion of analgesic pre-seminal fluids. Hormonal and physical stimulation of the test subject began."

The excrutiating pain and pressure of having my cervix stretched quickly dissolves into feeling of pleasant warmth. The tentacle inside me starts moving again, slowly and rythmically filling my pussy and womb with whatever aphrodisiac it produces to make its victim all relaxed and docile. Mere seconds later my entire body is tingling in hot static and when more tendrils start lapping at my clit now covered in the creature's fluids, my legs cramp and I let out the most obscene moan I would be ashamed of in any other situation.

"Orgasm confirmed," the ultrasound tech presses down even harder in attempt to keep my pelvis in place, but the only thing I feel is my pussy and the entire lower half contracting in synch with the frantic ECG monitor I am hooked up to.

"Cervix dilation?"

"Sufficient. Egg deposition begins. Readjust the camera."

My vision is blurry and mind pleasantly unfocused from whatever hormones the creature pumped my system full of, but I'm aware enough to give the screen a passing look. The tentacle is semi-translucent now, buried and anchored long past my cervix, somewhere in my womb. And as the translucent tentacle starts filling with round, marble-like objects, I understand why the experiment called for the subject to be mid-cycle and not on any birth control. I breathe heavily as I watch the creature's eggs slip past my numb cervix, one by one.

All researchers' eyes are glued the screen as they watch the creature breed in real time. This is it, this is the moment they put endless hours of preparations into. A conception of something new, something out of this world. They needed to make sure it will work. And that every moment of it will be recorded and catalogued, so it can be repeated again.

Male monster x female human

NSFW: dubcon, p in v, breeding, rut, mating press, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, forbidden sex | Regency era

The monster slipped from the bedroom loaned to him, still unsure if he was on his way to burst into the human woman’s bedroom or throw himself outside and take his chances getting home on foot in this snowstorm.

Her scent was stronger here in the hallway, making him clench his teeth. Oh, she smelled so ripe! He’d detected it as soon as he arrived at the dinner party that evening, of course, but the competing smells of food and satisfying that manner of appetite had kept him distracted from the scent of her heat and its own accompanying hunger. Besides, he need only resist the temptation of her for about two hours or so, after which the party would be finished and he would be back home, away from her.

But he had not anticipated getting stuck in this small house overnight with everyone else in the party, thanks to the blasted snowstorm which had blown up out of nowhere, and he’d now been steeped in her scent for six hours and counting. It was too much for his body to bear, putting him on the brink of a rut. And if that started, he would never be able to hold himself back from breeding her.

He needed to get away before he lost control and did something deeply improper and wholly irreversible. He strode down the stairs, determined to plunge himself into the snow—but before he could do so, he was hit with an even stronger wave of the woman’s scent than he had smelt upstairs. It was the most tantalizing aroma that had ever reached him. It clouded his mind with primitive need, all of his consciousness narrowing down to finding that scent, demanding he pursue and claim, and his feet carried him to its source and sent him bursting into the drawing room.

A figure sat up quickly from the sofa with a sound of surprise at the same moment that her ripe scent flooded him. There was just enough moonlight reflecting off the clouds and snow outside to paint the side of her face and unbound hair in pale silver, illuminating her alarm and beauty at once.

“What are you doing here?” he growled through clenched fangs.

“I could not sleep with my mother, her snoring—what are you—”

The reminder that her mother was in the same house at that very moment should have restrained him from going any further with said woman’s daughter. 

It did not.

He was across the room in an instant, dropping down onto the sofa to cage himself over her as she tumbled back down, eyes burning into hers. “I need you. You are in heat, and you have put me in rut, and if I cannot breed you I will tear this house down upon our heads.” He dipped his face down to her neck, drawing in a deep breath and nosing at her skin, making her gasp. “Tell me that I can have you. I have never needed anything more,” he bit out, voice sharp with warning and demand.

She was terrified, and yet something about his feral energy drew her to him too, stoppering up any screams for help she might have thought to unleash and making her wet against her will.

The smell of her slick destroyed the last scrap of civility he had left—he ripped away the blanket and yanked up her nightgown to bury his face in her cunt. She cried out, but not loud enough for anyone asleep upstairs to hear over the sound of the snowstorm that still raged outside. Pleasure raged inside, too, blazing through her veins as he devoured her, despite the way she shoved at his horns, writhed, sobbed, and in a staggeringly brief amount of time his tongue had sent her to a dizzying peak of ecstasy.

He pulled up, ripping open the front of his trousers. “Tell me that I can have you,” he demanded once more, but she could not think, could barely breathe as her release still worked its way through her body.

“We, we should not…cannot…” she panted, bracing her tiny hands on his broad chest as if to push him away.

“We must. We will,” he snarled, as he shoved her thighs to her chest and speared his thick monster cock into her virgin cunt. A slash of heat burst from the spot where he split her open and joined himself to her, forcing a fresh cry from her hoarse throat, but he muffled it with his mouth, forcing her to taste herself on his lips.

He was fully lost to rut now, and that inescapable instinct powered each of his thrusts with bruising force, a savage beast fucking into her with no regard for her pleasure.

But she felt pleasure anyway, so much pleasure, filling every inch of her whether she wished for it or not. It built and burst in a glorious release as strong as the first he stole from her, and the way she clenched around him made his cock swell and then erupt inside her, unloading all of his potent seed into her womb.

“Take my seed, female, grow my cubs,” he rasped out. She could do nothing but groan as he filled her.

But he was not finished yet—the rut demanded more, his cock pistoning through the cum he just deposited. She was so slick, so tight, the perfect hole for him to breed.

She had stopped struggling against him long ago, and now began trying to snap her hips up to meet his thrusts. It was difficult in the mating press he had her pinned in, however, so he yanked himself out only to flip her over and slam back inside.

His claws dug into her hips as she pushed them back to meet the drive of his fat cock, helping him force its inhuman girth as deep as possible in her cunt.

He painted her pussy with his cum again and again. She was so full, cunt swollen and aching, body boneless, wheezing and whimpering, when the monster finally erupted for the last time and stilled. He did not pull out, keeping her stopped up to protect his seed and give it time to take root.

He draped himself over her much smaller human body, gently tracing a claw over her bloated belly. Despite the cold outside and lack of fire in the grate, she was drenched in sweat. He listened to the snow beat against the window, the wind howl at the chimney, and hoped that the storm would continue for some hours yet, so that no one would hear him when he was rested enough to start round two.

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Inspired by the sudden snowstorm during the Westons’ Christmas dinner party in Emma. But, like, way filthier and dark. Written for @breedvember!

imagine trying to deny to your partner/owner that your not shaking and moaningfrom feeling their cum flood your pussy and knocking you up as he fucks back his load into your weeping gushing cunt- no your not pregnant that was just a cramp! A cramp and the hardest orgasm if your life- and your totally not clenching around their dick so hard because your cumming from becoming a mommy- your partner was just being unfair!!