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Lucy’s hand was a blur as she frigged herself. Her orgasm loomed, but she held off on cumming. “Not yet,” she whispered through gritted teeth “Not yet...”
The first round of men orgasmed wetly, grunting and roaring with primal lust as they emptied themselves into the hungry, enchanted wombs of the two elf women. Their female counterparts pulled them, dripping and sticky, from elven cunts and sucked their softening cocks clean. The resulting treasure bulged their cheeks, and they dutifully licked up whatever orc-sperm leaked from the battered pussies of their captives. But these greedy orcesses did not swallow this heady wine of male orc and female elf juices. That would waste sperm. They instead brought their glistening lips to their new lover’s pussies, squirting the cum-and-saliva mxture deep into the elves’ cunts. Not a drop was to be wasted.
Another round of priestly blessings came, then, as the elves were held upside down, to ensure all the orc’s sperm remained within them. Then another pair of orc men did their duty, savagely fucking another load of cum into the fertile wombs of the elves. The cycle repeated two more times, the orcis men fucking, the orcish women collecting and then depositing, and the orcish herm-priests blessing.
It was just before this final spell that Lucy’s orgasm began in earnest. The sweaty bodies, the hard cocks, the pints of cum that splashed on the screen (and swam in the wombs of the two elves) had driven her higher and higher. When the orc herms began chanting and jerking themselves off for one final spell, their words sent Lucy other the edge.
“Blessings upon these divine whores, goddess. May the devotion your supplicants have demonstrated quicken. May seed find purchase. May life grow, and belly swell, and breast be laden with milk. Touch these wombs, goddess, and bless them with life itself.”
The elf women, pushed together, sore and exhausted, their tummies visibly swollen with sperm kept locked inside them through divine magic, could only hold one another as a final shower of herm-cum baptised their sperm-filled wombs. A gentle green light flared, and the two of them held their bellies in wonder as they both felt themselves become divinely impregnated.
Lucy came.
Her cunny spasmed, her mind blanked, and all the world went white as her slick pussy spurted a thick gout of girlcum. The nest she had made was utterly soaked. The eggs in her womb shifted and turned, sending her into a second orgasm on the heels of the first, causing her moans to turn into screams of ecstasy. She squeezed her thighs together, another spurt of femme-cum spraying between her thighs and ass-cheeks as a third orgasm, induced by the pressure, racked her body.
She lay there, gasping, as the erotic film continued to play. She paid it no mind. All she could do was breathe, and feel the aftershocks of her orgasms send her arms and legs into little spasms and twitches.
That’s when she heard the applause.
She spun, stuttering as Rex, her boyfriend, stood behind the couch clapping and smiling. He was broad-shouldered and barrel-chested, stocky and broad with a firm gut Lucy loved to snuggle up to at night. Through his cargo shorts his erection was plain, a dark stain of precum bleeding through already.
“I, uh...seem to have missed the party,” Rex said, still smiling.
Lucy flushed a bright red, partly from her exertions but also in embarrassment and shame. He must’ve known. He had to know, now, that she was a pervert. That she got off on pregnancy. Lucy ran into the bedroom. Rex found her on the bed, curled up under a blanket.
“Hey, what’s up?” Rex asked, pulling down the covers. Lucy blinked away tears.
“You must th-think I’m a f-freak,” Lucy said. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not normal...”
Still smiling, Rex pulled the blankets from her gravid form, one hand gently stroking her from shoulder to thigh.
“Shush, little girl,” he said, calling her one of her pet names. “You’re not a freak. I had my suspicions of your...peccadilloes...but getting off on being knocked up isn’t wrong, and it’s not abnormal.”
Lucy sniffled, looking up. She saw Rex above her in the dim light of the bedroom. She saw the love in his eyes, and saw that, even now, his thick cock was straining against his pants.
“I love you, babe,” he said. “You’re going to be the mother of my children. You wouldn’t believe how turned on that makes me.”
Blinking away her last tears, Lucy drew herself up. Rex responded in kind, his strong, scaly arms wrapping around her protectively. One arm came across the top of her belly, cupping her breast in his hand. The other snaked beneath her belly to cup her still-wet sex.
“You’re mine,” he growled. “And the day you said you wanted to bear my children was the happiest day of my life.”
Lucy wrapped her cum-slick hands around her own belly, feeling the eggs within. “It feels so good,” she whispered. “Being so full of life...knowing that you put them there...remembering *how* you put them there.”
“And that’s the sexiest thing in the world,” Rex said. “Or couldn’t you tell?”
Lucy’s hands came around, releasing Rex’s draconic cock from its confines. It nestled in the intimate space between her ass cheeks, its head teasing her taint. That never failed to turn her on.
“I wish you weren’t pregnant,” Rex said. “Then I could enjoy knocking you up all over again.”
Lucy purred, wiggling her rump against Rex’s pelvis, feeling his cock harden even more. “Nothing says you can’t try,” she whispered. One hand cupped his softball-sized scrotum, feeling the soft, snake-like scales that protected his cum-factories. The other hand came to her belly.
“Oh, goddess,” she began, looking up into Rex’s eyes. She drowned in the love and lust in his gaze, and was empowered. “Bless this man and this woman...”
In the months to come, Lucy’s friends could not help but stare at the gargantuan swell of her belly. She and Rex just smiled, knowing that that night, like every night before, they would add more eggs to her ever-growing womb.
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