"It's not fair!" Cindi whined. "None of my clothes fit right anymore!"
I smiled as she tried on her old wardrobe for my amusement. "Sweetheart, that's what happens with triplets. No more professional outfits." I rubbed her belly. "Looks like you'll just have to stick to maternity wear for the next few months."
"Unf, stop!" Her attempt at a stern look was undercut by her biting her lip. "You can't... you can't just do this, you know? You can't just knock me up and tease me about it."
I clasped my hand over my heart I'm mock dismay. "You wound me! If I recall correctly, you were the one to ask me to, how did you put it? 'Oh god, give it to me raw, I need your cum inside me'?
She squirmed in embarrassment and arousal at the memory. "I- I know what I said, but you made me- made me want it! You did all that stuff with the lights and the weird music and..." She lost herself for a moment in reminiscence. "...and now you can't help but beg me to make you my good breeding slut." I said, jolting her out of her reverie.
"What? Uh, yeah. That." She looked away for a second. "I'm still mad at you, but could you- uh- could we have sex. Just something quick?"
"You want me to remind you what it was like when I bred you, right little slut?"
Cindi turned beet red. "It was really intense. And anyway it's not like you can get me pregnant again, so it's totally safe."
I took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom. "Maybe not right now, but I'm going to take good care of you. You're going to be full of babies for as long as I want."
A moan escaped her lips before her addled mind caught up. "You- you can't- I shouldn't- why does it feel so good when you say that?"
I leaned in close to her ear and whispered "Because you're my good little breeding slut." Her face was a mixture of anger, fear, arousal, and attraction as she tried to decide what to say. I raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that right?"
That little push was all it took. She shook a little with lust and whispered back. "...yes, sir." As I pushed the door shut.
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"It's not fair!" Cindi whined. "None of my clothes fit right anymore!"
I smiled as she tried on her old wardrobe for my amusement. "Sweetheart, that's what happens with triplets. No more professional outfits." I rubbed her belly. "Looks like you'll just have to stick to maternity wear for the next few months."
"Unf, stop!" Her attempt at a stern look was undercut by her biting her lip. "You can't... you can't just do this, you know? You can't just knock me up and tease me about it."
I clasped my hand over my heart I'm mock dismay. "You wound me! If I recall correctly, you were the one to ask me to, how did you put it? 'Oh god, give it to me raw, I need your cum inside me'?
She squirmed in embarrassment and arousal at the memory. "I- I know what I said, but you made me- made me want it! You did all that stuff with the lights and the weird music and..." She lost herself for a moment in reminiscence.
"...and now you can't help but beg me to make you my good breeding slut." I said, jolting her out of her reverie.
"What? Uh, yeah. That." She looked away for a second. "I'm still mad at you, but could you- uh- could we have sex. Just something quick?"
"You want me to remind you what it was like when I bred you, right little slut?"
Cindi turned beet red. "It was really intense. And anyway it's not like you can get me pregnant again, so it's totally safe."
I took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom. "Maybe not right now, but I'm going to take good care of you. You're going to be full of babies for as long as I want."
A moan escaped her lips before her addled mind caught up. "You- you can't- I shouldn't- why does it feel so good when you say that?"
I leaned in close to her ear and whispered "Because you're my good little breeding slut." Her face was a mixture of anger, fear, arousal, and attraction as she tried to decide what to say. I raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that right?"
That little push was all it took. She shook a little with lust and whispered back. "...yes, sir." As I pushed the door shut.