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Her nipples hardened at his sharp tone. Tonight promised to be a claiming the likes of which she hadn’t experienced since the first time they’d come together. How far they’d traveled since then. And how far they’d go should their efforts result in a baby.

“I need it,” she said with a pout. “I’m so empty when I long to swell.”

Denny placed a hand over his mouth. Clearly no longer interested in preserving his wardrobe, Chamberlayne rent the linen chemise he’d been fighting ineffectually while staring at Lydia.

“Auntie Mildred, what a big body you have!” cried Lydia, stroking his muscle-bound flanks.

“A big, powerful body that will make your belly round, my sweet,” replied Chamberlayne in his falsetto as he mounted the bed. “Now show auntie where you need it.”

The place between her thighs was warm and wet, fingertips sliding over the swollen lips and parting them with ease. When the air of the chill room hit her inner skin, Lydia shivered.

On the way up her body, Chamberlayne gave her nub a lick, but he didn’t linger. He had the look of a man on a mission, victory in sight.

“If we allow our big boy to go first, we’ll never have a chance of being the father,” said Denny to Carter.

“We’ll all be fathers,” replied the major, the corners of his eyes creasing as he cast her a rare smile.

Chamberlayne’s face was level with hers when he pressed the blunt head of his thick cock to her entrance. “Forgive me, I can’t prepare you, not when you’re already so slick and m’ boy is desperate to seed you. You can take it, can’t you?”

He was in. That great club never failed to make her gasp. On and on he came, shoving deep until she was full of him, accepting that magnificent specimen down to the root.

“You never fail to stretch for me,” moaned Chamberlayne. “Any hole I need, and you make it fit. Such a generous girl, making room for me.”

“Let us see her taking you,” said Denny, hand fully in his breeches while watching his lovers entangled.

“That’s it,” said Carter, helping Chamberlayne hold her thigh aloft so they might see Lydia straining on that fat prick.

Stuffed full and spread open. Lydia lay back and let her officer take her as he pleased. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and she imagined them sore from her milk coming in. They needed warmth, and her hands eased the devastating ache.

“I bet she’ll be a sloppy mess by the time we make it in there,” Denny murmured to Carter. “That hole won’t be able to grip us.”

“Fuck,” muttered Carter, tearing at his buttons to squeeze his cock.

It shouldn’t have been so arousing, but her officers reacted like such a thing would please them very much indeed. “I thought you men liked your quims tight.”

“All of us like different things,” said Chamberlayne, grabbing her shoulder to help thrust into her harder.

Lydia ached from being taken hard and fast. She should object, but it satisfied a deep hunger. Carter’s fingers finding her nipple and giving it a pinch only intensified it, and she clamped down on the thick piece invading her.

“A soldier sometimes comes to enjoy the feeling of a camp follower on his cock. To discover that our own Miss Bennet can be turned camp follower, shared among us, and bred…” Denny exhaled and gave himself a long stroke.

“Fuck, you’ll make me cream your little cunt, won’t you? If you think my cock is big, it’s nothing compared to the load I’ve got for that belly.”

Chamberlayne’s voice was rough, and his breath had the barest hint of her own fragrance. She grew shy at the way he stared into her eyes, so she looked down.

Below, she was split by his massive cock, her lower lips gripping it as it emerged from her depths. It resembled not so much a part of a man but a post he was driving into her, over and over, to stake his claim.

“That’s it, take it down,” he muttered, looking down to watch the sight himself. “I’m going to fill this cunny up. Now why don’t you show your baby’s daddies how you break on a prick. We need to see that you truly like this.”

“We’ll milk you so well.” Carter gripped her breast and pinched her nipple.

Denny rested a hand on her lower belly before slowly pressing down. “There’s Chamberlayne. Right around the place we’re going to put a baby in you.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t,” Lydia gasped, her eyelids fluttering as he compressed the fullest, most delicious parts of her onto Chamberlayne’s relentless cock.

Gripping the counterpane wasn’t enough; she was going to make a mess. “Please, oh, you’ll make me, no, oh…”

Smiling beatifically, Denny leaned closer. “I can feel the head of his cock through your belly. He’s so deep, Lydia. Are you going to make us fathers tonight?”