Page 89 of Prey

I bottom out in one thrust, driving deep enough to kiss her cervix. She screams, the sound bouncing off the mirrors, multiplying until it surrounds us. I don’t give her time to adjust, immediately setting a slow, deep rhythm that has my balls slapping against her clit with each stroke.

“Look at us.” My hand tangles in her hair, forcing her head up. “Watch me breed you.”

The mirrors show everything. The way her tits swing with each thrust. How my cock disappears into her body, emerging slick with her arousal. The possessive grip of my hands on her hips, sure to leave more bruises.

“You’re ovulating,” I tell her, maintaining that steady, devastating pace. “I can feel it in how wet you get, how your body’s preparing itself. Your cervix is soft, ready to accept my seed.”

“How do you?—”

“I’ve been tracking your cycle since I took you. Planned this perfectly.” It’s a lie—I have no idea where she is in her cycle. But the words make her cunt clench, her body responding to the idea of being bred at her most fertile.

I shift angles, making sure to drag along her G-spot with each stroke. Her arms shake, struggling to hold herself up with her hands bound. I don’t help, letting her work for it, letting her feel how thoroughly I’m using her body.

“Tell me what’s happening right now. As I fuck you.”

“You’re… ah… you’re pushing your precum into me.” She’s sobbing the words, overwhelmed by sensation. “Preparing the way for your sperm.”

“Good girl. What else?”

“My body is… is responding. Making more lubrication. My vaginal walls are contracting to help pull you deeper.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to be bred!” The admission tears from her throat. “My body wants your baby!”

I reward her with harder thrusts, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the space between her cries. In the mirror to our left, I watch my cock piston in and out, her pussy lips clinging to me on each withdrawal.

“Your cervix is opening for me,” I continue, my voice rough with control held by threads. “Each thrust pushes a little deeper.”

She’s beyond words now, just moans and whimpers as I fuck her steadily. But I need her engaged, need her mind focused on what’s happening.

“How many sperm in each load, Jenna?”

“I… I don’t…”

“Guess.” I slow my thrusts, making her whine in protest. “Come on, you’re a smart girl.”

“Millions?”

“Two to five hundred million.” I punctuate each word with a deep thrust. “All racing to be the one that makes you the mother of my child.”

Her pussy spasms around me, another orgasm building. I reach around to rub her clit, keeping my strokes steady.

“Only takes one, though. One lucky sperm to change everything. To bind you to me forever.”

“Please…”

My balls are drawing tight, the urge to come overwhelming. But I maintain the lesson, the psychological conditioning as important as the physical breeding.

She comes with a scream, her cunt clamping down so hard I have to fight not to follow. I fuck her through it, extending the orgasm until she’s shaking uncontrollably.

“That’s it, milk my cock. Your body knows what it needs.”

When her spasms finally ease, I pull out. She whines at the loss, but I need to reposition. The angle I want requires her on her back.

“Turn over.”

She collapses first, then slowly rolls. I help her settle on her back, then push her knees up and out, exposing her. The position tilts her pelvis perfectly as I position a firm pillow wedge beneath her hips..