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She felt a surge of excitement as she moved past the Main Street section and through the door marking the area known as the Edge. Tonight was the next step. All she had to do was exercise a little discipline and she'd have a fresh start.
"Just speak with my master for an hour," Arabella had said. "Just one hour. Do so and your debt shall be forgiven."
That had been enough to convince Lori. Lori was several thousand dollars in debt to Arabella, so the offer to have that slate wiped clean spoke strongly to her. Although the money had been supplied through Arabella, there was no doubt as to the money's origin. After all, it was no secret that the strange girl Arabella was simply a thrall for Viktor.
Viktor Blackwood. Arabella's master.
Viktor Blackwood resided at The Chalice, a vampire-themed club located in The Zone. He claimed to be a vampire- or at least half-vampire- and although nobody took that kind of thing seriously, The Zone was a strange place and it didn't pay to underestimate anybody. And considering how he'd overwhelmed Arabella, Viktor had to have *something* going for him.
So Lori was going to meet with Viktor Blackwood at the vampire club Chalice.
*****
Lori strolled through the heavy, ornate doors of The Chalice.
She paused momentarily, taking in the ambiance of the gothic nightclub. Industrial music pulsed as she gazed over a sea of leather and lace. A wash of black and red, shadows and heat. Crimson lights bathing writhing bodies.
Lori moved through the crowd, heart hammering with anticipation. Her jeans and t-shirt were drawing curious looks, but she ignored them. Lori'd heard the rumors about this place, whispers of seduction and danger that appealed to her rebellious spirit. Although she didn't necessarily buy into stories of vampires and thralls, there was no denying the edgy excitement of walking through such a setting.
Lori made her way to the bar. Arabella was there, waiting for her, with her pale skin and blood-red lips.
The pierced and tattooed bartender leaned forward to hear her drink order. Lori ordered a vodka cranberry, then turned to Arabella.
"Nice place," said Lori, "if you're a wannabe vampire."
Arabella offered a ghost of a smile. "It serves," she said, "as I do. Come. Viktor looks forward to meeting you."
Lori shook her head. Weird girl.
Lori followed Arabella away from the bar and deeper into the club. At last they came to a heavy black velvet curtain that seemed to be a whole, but Arabella located the middle opening without hesitation. She moved smoothly between the seams, appearing to disappear between the folds. Lori paused only a moment before following.
The feeling of separation from the common area was immediate as the pulsing music faded into a background beat. Still significant, but no longer dominant. That space was filled by the presence of Viktor Blackwood.
He was several inches taller than Lori, with a black-on-black suit that hugged his form. Rather than the rail-thin build she'd expected, Viktor appeared to sport a surprisingly thick chest and muscular shoulders.
Arabella moved to his side, eyes downcast as she introduced Lori. Viktor nodded, his gaze never leaving Lori. She could feel it on her skin like a physical touch.
"A pleasure to meet you, Lori," he said, and his smile made it easy to believe. "I've heard much about you."
Lori ignored the instinctive flutter in her stomach and shrugged. "I'm sure you have."
Despite her inherent distrust, Lori acknowledged to herself that there was something captivating about Viktor. His eyes were an intense color she couldn't quite place - not quite green, not quite blue. Almost shark-gray. They almost glowed with an ethereal luminescence that seemed to shift as he moved. They held a depth she found almost disconcerting; like they could see right through her.
He moved forward, taking her hand, his movement somehow conveying old-world charm living in the same space with modern sophistication. In many ways he struck her as the age-old stereotype of what a vampire was supposed to be, but in others he drew against the grain. His color, his sharp lines, the dark hair and pale skin all spoke to his vampire lineage, but his large hands, athletic build and five-o'clock shadow contradicted that view in the same breath.
"I'm only half-vampire," said Viktor, as if reading her mind. "My mother's side."
Lori forced her mouth to answer. "I see."
"Arabella's done well in bringing you to me," said Viktor, his speech an odd combination of antiquated formality and contemporary vernacular. "She'll be rewarded."
Her hand still in his, Lori suddenly intuited an almost imperceptible shift. Viktor's lines seemed to sharpen, become more in focus, even as everything around him seemed to blur slightly. The thumping club music faded even more into the background, white noise, even as Viktor's voice became louder, sounding with more clarity.
Suddenly Lori pulled her hand from Viktor's and stepped back. "That's nice, but I don't belong to anybody."
Viktor's eyebrows rose slightly, betraying his momentary surprise. Then his smile re-appeared and he laughed. "Of course you don't! I was merely speaking in broad generalities. But you do realize, of course, that you could have come to me personally to address your financial issues?"
His words seemed to ease inside her mental shields, a gentle pressure that felt welcome, made her feel like she was in a warm embrace. Why didn't she come to Viktor when she had the chance? Surely he would have helped her, taken care of her, made her problems go away….
Then Lori's fiery nature reared its rebellious head and she narrowed her eyes, glaring at him.
"Give it up, Viktor," she said, her answering smile a wild thing. "It's not happening."
There was silence for several seconds. Then the half-breed vampire clapped his hands. "Well-played, Lori! Well-played indeed. You're very much a creature of strong will and stern sense of self. Or to put it idiomatically, you're not just another pretty face."
Lori relaxed, feeling the tension finally fading. "I'm glad you understand that now, Viktor. I promised to have a drink with you and I'm a woman of my word."
Viktor looked at a minion and motioned for drinks. Then he turned back to Lori and nodded approvingly. "Integrity. Strength of self. Formidable will. You would indeed be quite the catch. At least to anyone who could pull it off."
Lori offered a self-confident smile. "Well, that's the rub, yeah? I mean, sure, judging by Arabella, your vampire enthrallment is off the chain, but I don't work like that."
"So I've heard," said Viktor. "Your conversation alone is worth the price of admission, however."
Now that the danger of enthrallment had passed, Lori found herself actually enjoying Viktor's company. Granted, he was still a vampire, but by resisting his attempts at takeover, she had effectively de-fanged him.
"That's a nice thing to say," said Lori. "Thank you."
Viktor offered another smile, this one far less ominous and far more charming. Lori smiled to herself. Yes, at this point she could admit that his smile actually was charming. It seemed once you got past the vampire BS, he was actually quite fascinating. Quite the presence. He even smelled good.
In fact, he smelled *really* good. She was amazed to realize that her nipples were hardening beneath her shirt.
"I'm not just being nice, Lori," he said, apparently warming to his topic. "You'd be quite the catch, were one able to overcome your daunting willpower."
Lori flushed at his praise, even as she felt a shift in her belly and her pussy suddenly come to life. Her hips wriggled. "Thanks," she said, momentarily fumbling her words. She took a step closer, closing her eyes and taking a deeper breath, drawing in his scent. It was borderline intoxicating…
Suddenly her eyes snapped open. What the hell?
Viktor simply smiled that infuriatingly sexy smile. "Are you okay, Lori?"
Lori's lips were parted, her chest heaving. Her entire body was reacting to Viktor's proximity. Her pussy was wet, far wetter than it had ever been in her life. The physical distance between her an Viktor felt like an ocean. The world behind him had blurred. She wanted him. No, she *needed* him. It was an absolute.
But she didn't move.
Several heartbeats passed. "Amazing," said Viktor finally.
He took a step closer. He was less than an arm's length away from Lori. And still she didn't take that step that would move her closer to him.
"You truly are exceptional," said Viktor. "I am only half-vampire, as I said earlier, but even as a half-breed, that's enough to capture most humans. But not you."
Lori felt a presence behind her, felt Arabella's arms wrap around her from behind, felt Arabella's hands cupping her breasts, her fingers playing over Lori's rigid nipples.
She was so wet. Her belly muscles vibrated with fiery need. Her pussy clenched, then unclenched, then clenched again. Her arousal was an uncompromising demand.
And still she didn't take that step.
"I'm a half-breed, Lori," said Viktor. "My mother was vampyre, yes…but my father was an Alpha. To have resisted my enthrallment efforts is impressive indeed. And to resist my pheromones, even as a half-breed Alpha, is perhaps even more impressive."
Lori found herself mewling with need, even as she resisted the sweet scent of Viktor's pheromones driving her wild with hot arousal.
But with all of her resources focused on remaining in charge of her body, his words were now free to fill the gaps in her mind and they did so uncontested. Her body overwhelmed by his pheromones, her mind overwhelmed by his will, Lori could only stare at him, her mouth half-open, her chin wet with drool.
And now he took that final step next to her.
Lori shuddered at his proximity. She felt Arabella's hands stripping off her clothing, stripping her naked in front of Viktor Blackwood, but she couldn't raise her hands to stop Arabella.
Lori blushed, her body bare in front of the Alpha-vampire half-breed and his minions, but the enthralled girl couldn't move. She could feel all eyes on her naked form, but she realized her body existed now only for her master, Lord Blackwood.
He moved like a predatory cat, circling behind her. She felt his hands on her shoulders, bending her over, her bare hips high, her cheek pressed to the table. Her eyes widened momentarily as she felt a sudden thickness pressing against her sopping slit, but she was so helplessly wet that there was little resistance as his thick Alpha cock slid inside her.
Lori gasped as his thick shaft stretched her channel to new limits. Her vision swirled as her traitor body reacted to his strokes, his cock pistoning back-and-forth inside her. It was a perfunctory action in many ways as he stroked into Lori without pause, but she wriggled helplessly in his grasp as his Alpha cock hit every g-spot in her pussy and otherwise, her insides exploding with impossible heat.
She struggled for control. She fought with every ounce of will she could find and draw from. But when Viktor suddenly drove his cock fully inside her and held, his balls pressed tightly against her clit, his thick cock shooting an impossibly hot, heavy load deep inside her, when her traitor body accepted and welcomed his impossibly potent insemination, when she suddenly realized she was going to be waddling around heavy with his child, her traitor body erupted into a helplessly intense series of explosive orgasms, wiping conscious thought from Lori's mind and leaving only room for reactive squeaks. She could only lay there exhausted, knowing that Viktor's potent seed was already overwhelming her defenseless egg, already beginning the process that would swell her belly, putting her on display, her belly his trophy to show off.
Viktor stepped back, pulling his cock out with a wet slurp. Lori gasped.
"You were able to resist my charm," he said, his hand on Lori's rounded bottom, "and you were able to resist my pheromones. But my power comes from using them in concert. And that is why, despite your impressive will power, you are now my breeding pet."
Lori could only stare up, her eyes wide, her lips still parted.
Then she felt Arabella's soft touch on her cheek. "On the bright side, I did not lie. Your debt is forgiven."
From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone- Taylor: The Aftermath
Taylor looked at the full-length mirror and studied her reflection. And just like the previous day, her belly was big and round, the embarrassing result of an Alpha planting his seed deep inside her while she was too zoned out on his pheromones to stop him. It had taken her less than 30 days to achieve a belly one normally carried in the seventh month of pregnancy.
“It’s SO not fair!” she said, stamping her foot, causing her big, milk-heavy boobs to jiggle, swaying under the loose top. Too late Taylor realized her boobs were leaking and her maternity bra was soaked.
It was all her boss’s fault. That Cynthia had *tricked* her into getting knocked up by an Alpha! Grrrrrrrr!
She padded barefoot back to her closet. The waddle was so freakin’ embarrassing. Her belly led the way wherever she went. Everybody at work was still laughing at how Cynthia had tricked her into a swollen belly.
Well, Taylor was going to show them. She was going to get her dignity and her rightful promotion back.
Kira grinned. The mute girl's trip to the second-hand store had been a success.
She looked around her university dorm, trying to decide where to put the very cool antique bottle she had purchased. It was the perfect addition to her dorm room decor.
The antique bottle caught the afternoon sunlight streaming through her window, casting prismatic patterns across her purple bedspread. Its deep cobalt glass had intricate etchings that reminded her of old-school RPG magic symbols. Kira was no stranger to fun video games or entertaining anime, but the effect was perhaps a bit overwhelming for the small space. Kira took the bottle down to assess a different placement.
Kira traced her fingers along the bottle's etchings. Dust coated her fingertips as she rubbed at a particularly intricate symbol near the cork. The pattern seemed to glow with an electric blue light. She moved her finger to the symbol and suddenly a sharp crack sounded.
Kira gasped and dropped the bottle onto her bed. It bounced once on her mattress and the cork popped free. Blue smoke poured from the opening, filling her small dorm room with the scent of vanilla and spice.
The smoke twisted and coalesced into a towering figure that barely fit in the space between her bed and ceiling. A woman with skin the color of twilight materialized, her hair floating as if underwater. Gold bangles clinked at her wrists and ankles.
"I am Tahlia, Djinn of the Seventh Realm, and it's about time one of you silly humans freed me. Which one of you lazy beings finally got around to it?" Her piercing gaze fell upon Kira's shocked expression. "Well, human? Can you not speak or are you simply too awestruck by my presence?"
Eyes wide, Kira shook her head and fumbled for her phone. Her nervous fingers typed: "I'm mute."
The djinn floated closer, her form shrinking until she stood at a more reasonable height. She read Kira's text, then rolled her eyes. "Of course you're mute. I'm finally free and what do I get? A mute girl. In all my centuries, this is a first." She waved her hand, and Kira's phone floated up between them. "Whatever. I can work with this. You've awakened me and thus you get a wish. The wish can only be cast on yourself, not another, so don't bother with world peace or making a billionaire fall in love with you. And by the sands of time, type carefully! I'm not sure why I bother saying this, of course. You humans are all the same. I expect you're as feeble-minded as those around you."
Kira snatched the floating phone out of midair. The djinn's presence made the air thick with static electricity, causing the hairs on her arms to stand on end, but Kira ignored it as her fingers flew over the keyboard, typing a rebuttal to the djinn's sarcastic rhetoric.
You wish! I'm a sexy genisu compared to these geeks!
Kira held the phone up for the djinn to see her retort.
Tahlia was hovering cross-legged in mid-air. She leaned forward to read the message. "Hmm. Interesting. You're obviously overwhelmed by my mere presence, but your wish indicates that perhaps you have more wisdom than the typical human simian. Very well. Wish granted!"
Kira blinked. Wish granted? She opened her mouth to protest, but no sound came out. She turned the phone to see what the djinn had seen that made her think Kira had expressed a wish. Then her eyes widened.
AUTO-CORRECT: I wish I was a sexy genie for geeks!
Kira's fingers desperately flew over the cell phone keyboard, but her fingers were misting and the phone dropped to the floor. She felt the breath pulled from her body and suddenly she was insubstantial, mist swirling in the center of her dorm room, being pulled into the bottle.
Then all was quiet. There was only an ornate bottle laying on the bed.
*****
Eight months later...
Rowan hunched over his laptop in the university computer lab, surrounded by empty energy drink cans. His two friends crowded around him, watching as he typed furious lines of code.
"Dude, you've been at this for days," said Theo, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. "No way you can summon a genie through programming."
"The bottle's right there," said Rowan, pointing at the cobalt bottle perched next to his keyboard. "And I found references on the dark web about using mathematics to unlock the magical seals. If I can just translate the symbols into code..."
"Ancient texts? Meaning what? Wikipedia?" snorted Astra, her purple-streaked hair falling over one eye. "Face facts, Rowan. That's just some old bottle you found at the campus lost and found."
Rowan's fingers paused over the keys. The symbols on his screen matched the etchings on the bottle perfectly. He hit enter.
Their eyes widened as the bottle suddenly emitted electric blue mist, swirling, filling the lab with the scent of vanilla and spice. The three stumbled back as the smoke formed into a feminine figure.
Kira materialized, floating cross-legged in the air. Like a traditional genie, her ethereal form draped in flowing, if revealing, silks that shifted between deep purple and midnight blue. Also like a traditional genie, golden bangles clinked at her wrists and ankles as she moved. Unlike a traditional genie, however, her belly was round with pregnancy.
Rowan started as words suddenly appeared on his computer screen.
Great, more geeks. At least you figured out how to summon me through programming. That's a first.
"Holy macaroni, Batman, it worked!" said Rowan, his eyes impossibly wide. "But…you're…umm…pregnant?"
Kira rolled her eyes. You stupid geeks have no pullout game!
"This is so cool!" said Astra, reaching out to touch Kira's arm. "A pregnant genie who talks through messaging apps!"
Words appeared on the monitor screen. If you think it's so cool, feel free to take my place! Grrrrrrr. Anyway, I'm a genie for geeks only and can tell anyone who frees me to go pound sand, but of course I've been released from the bottle by geeks. Stupid irony. You each get one wish and it can only affect yourselves. You can't bring anybody back from the dead, you can't wish to learn how to cure diseases, and you can't even wish for the knowledge to invent something. I can't create wealth and I can't make anyone love you.
Rowan looked at Kira. "It sounds like you can't do anything. What's the point of having a genie that can't do anything?"
Kira nodded, her milk-laden breasts bobbing gently. Exactly! In fact, the whole thing is silly and you should just put me back in the bottle.
Astra pointed. "Duhhh! Look at her belly, you half-wits! What do you think that leaves?!"
Rowan and Theo looked at Kira's round belly. Then they looked at each other and began laughing in a high-pitched manner, the occasional snorts slipping in.
An hour later, a wide-eyed Kira sat back on her heels, a hand on her very round, very full belly. Rowan had proven to have a great deal of stamina and having a gorgeous mute genie servicing him on her knees had fired his performance to record heights, which likely wasn't a high bar to clear, but records were broken regardless. Theo turned out to have a penchant for anal sex that would have left Kira walking funny had she not had the ability to levitate.
"I'm sorry you didn't get to enjoy Kira the genie like we did, Astra," said Rowan, sitting back as he smoked his first cigarette.
"Yeah, Astra," said Theo, speaking with a confidence he hadn't displayed before now. "Sorry you missed it."
"That's fine, guys," she said, her hand cupping a bulge between her legs that hadn't been there before. "I think my wish will let me work through the disappointment without a problem. Do either of you guys feel like joining me tonight at The Zone?"
Rowan and Theo laugh-snorted again.
"Well," said Rowan, "it's time to put Kira back in the bottle. We've used our wishes. There are other geeks out there, though, waiting to have their wishes fulfilled. It's good to know there's a genie out there for people like us."
"Yeah, Kira," said Theo. "Thanks! And, umm, nice butt!" <laugh-snort>
Astra strutted over to Kira with a confidence the other two had never seen before. Astra's purple-streaked hair bobbed slightly as the geek girl slapped Kira on her shapely bottom. Astra's hand on Kira's bottom seemed to cause a tightening in the crotch of Astra's pants. "Yeah, babe. Thanks. And by the way….adorable belly."
Katarina had always been the careful one. The planner. The plotter. Ashe, on the other hand, loved to play and tease. For months she had been giggling in Katarina’s ear, whispering filthy promises about how she’d pin the predatory huntress down one night, flood her womb until it swelled, turn her into a soft, round, waddling broodmare. Ashe’s laughter still echoed in Katarina’s head.
So Katarina decided it was time to teach her friend a lesson. She was going to give Ashe an embarrassing, undeniable baby-belly whether the teasing little minx liked it or not.
She went to Bellalyn first.
The older woman lived on the edge of Crystal Heights, in a cottage that smelled of cedar smoke and night-blooming jasmine. Silver threaded through her auburn hair, but her curves remained lush and unapologetic. Bella had mentored Katarina since her teen years- both in the bedroom and out.
Although not a witch in the traditional sense, Bella’s knowledge of arcane potions and practices was extensive. When Katarina laid out the plan- get Ashe drunk on Bella’s ‘special’ shadow-wine, bring in Bella’s son Trent, let the boy’s potent seed do the rest- Bella’s green eyes sparkled with wicked delight.
“Oh, darling,” she purred, “tricking the little minx into a breeding? That sounds deliciously devious. I shall be delighted to help.”
Katarina smirked. “I know you were the belly-maker back in the day, but I’m going to show you how it’s done now.”
“No doubt you will, darling,” agreed Bella. “Bring her over tonight. I have a special bottle of shadow-wine that will be perfect for this. You can sit there and watch your pretty Ashe get bred like she deserves. Trent will be at his most potent. Trust me.”
That night, Katarina brought Ashe to the cottage under the pretense of ‘a relaxing evening with our old friend’. Ashe recognized the emphasis and, knowing Katarina’s history with Bella, had agreed enthusiastically. She was already half-drunk on the thrill of the forbidden when Bella greeted them at the door in a low-cut dress that did nothing to hide the generous swell of her breasts.
“Welcome, loves,” Bella said warmly, pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks. “The wine’s already breathing. Come in.”
The front room was warm and sensual. Hands brushed curves and lingered. Three crystal goblets waited on the low table. Bella filled them herself in the kitchen, giving Katarina a sly wink. Ashe’s glass contained shadow-wine at least twice as strong as the others.
They toasted to friendship, to mischief, to new beginnings. Ashe laughed and drained her first glass in three swallows.
By the second glass, her cheeks were flushed. By the third, she was giggling, leaning heavily against Katarina on the plush sofa. “This stuff is dangerous,” she slurred, eyes glassy. “I feel…floaty.”
Bella refilled her glass with a knowing smile. “That’s the idea, sweet girl. Perhaps we should move to the bedroom?”
It wasn’t really a question.
As they entered the bedroom, the erotic nature of the evening amplified.
“What’s that smell?” murmured Ashe, her eyelids fluttering.
“Midnight Bloom incense, darling,” said Bella, stroking Ashe’s hair. “One breath makes you drip. Two make you beg. Three breaths and you don’t remember your own name.”
Ashe murmured her agreement, leaning back into the hair pats.
All three women stripped bare. Then they began trading kisses, their lips softly pressing, soft feminine sighs filling the room. Then there was a gradual shift, so casual that the intoxicated Ashe didn’t even notice as Katarina and Bella began to focus on Ashe’s pleasure.
Bella’s fingers pinched Ashe’s nipples, even as Katarina’s fingers stroked Ashe’s clit. Ashe’s moans began to fill the room as they brought her to peak several times but never allowing her release.
Then the door opened and a man entered the room.
Trent. Bella’s son. Tall, fit. Dark hair, jaw covered with bristle. Shirtless, sweatpants slung low enough to show the V of his hips. His cock was already half-hard beneath the fabric. Thick, heavy, the outline unmistakable.
Ashe blinked slowly at him. “Who…?”
“Trent,” said Bella sweetly. “My son. He’s here to help with your…needs.”
Ashe might have protested at another time, but her eyes were glazed and her body on fire with heat and need.
Bella rolled to the side, creating separation from Ashe, but ending up on top of Katarina. Bella glanced over at Trent’s approach, saw his sweatpants hit the ground, watched him with hungry eyes. “Be a good boy, Trent. Fill her up.”
He didn’t need telling twice. He pushed Ashe’s knees apart, lined up, and drove in with one smooth thrust.
Ashe cried out, back arching, but the sound melted into a moan as her body accepted him. Her hips began undulating, moving to meet his thrusts with helpless heat.
The incense thickened the air. Already wet from watching Trent working at breeding Ashe, Katarina could smell the Midnight Bloom with every breath, turning her own pussy into a sopping wet mess. Her clit was throbbing, syncing with Trent’s strokes.
He fucked Ashe hard and deep, the wet slap of pelvis against ass loud in the quiet room. Katarina lay three feet away, watching every thrust, every detail. Watching the way Ashe’s pussy lips stretched around Trent’s girth, the shine of her juices coating his balls.
Bella hands slid down to Katarina’s pussy, fingers working her clit. Bella’s breath whispered over Katarina’s lower belly, punctuating the moves that were making Katarina moan.
The silence lasted for several seconds. Then Trent’s breathing changed slightly and his strokes shortened in powerful short pulses.
Bella’s voice was sweet. “Inside her, baby. All of it.”
He slammed deep and held, growling. Ashe’s eyes widened as she felt the first hot pulse. Katarina watched, mesmerized, as Ashe shuddered through a sudden explosive orgasm. Ashe bucked, helpless as her body responded to the insemination with helpless heat and submission.
Trent stayed buried, grinding, making sure every drop stayed deep. When he finally pulled out, Ashe’s ruined hole twitched at the sudden emptiness. Ashe was already drifting, eyes glazed.
Katarina’s head felt heavy. The incense seemed even thicker now. Sweet. Her nipples ached. Her clit pulsed. She tried to stand to check on Ashe, but her knees buckled. The room tilted as the wine and incense turned her limbs into warm honey.
Katarina felt herself rolled to her belly, her bare feet on the floor. She barely registered Bella’s pussy pressing against her face.
“Be a good girl,” murmured Bella, her fingers tracing through Katarina’s hair.
Katarina’s tongue responded, stroking over Bella’s clit.
It was only after several long seconds of servicing Bella with her tongue that Katarina processed how good her own pussy was feeling. So good. So hot.
It was only then that the fog lifted slightly and Katarina realized that Trent was behind her now, driving his cock deep inside Katarina with the same force and enthusiasm that he had used to breed Ashe.
“Wrong…wrong pussy,” said Katarina, her words slurred. “Ashe…is the one who’s…s’posed to get…belly…”
“Shush, darling,” said Bella, her hand cupping the back of Katarina’s head, her juices smearing across Katarina’s cheeks. “Be a good girl. Just take it.”
And finally it clicked. Ashe’s wine had been extremely potent, to get her to relax and let her womb get flooded. She was an easy target, a partier who tended to take too many chances anyway.
But Katarina was a planner, a more difficult target. So the wine she had been given had a different purpose.
Extreme fertility.
No amount of planning could overcome the amplified fertility Bella’s wine had produced in Katarina’s womb. And that fertility combined with Trent’s potent sperm…
Katarina’s eyes widened. But it was too late.
Trent’s hands firmed on her hips and suddenly he was bellowing as he buried his cock inside her ass and flooded her fertile womb with pulse after pulse of thick, hot seed.
Heat exploded in her core. Her ovaries throbbed, her womb clenched, and she felt her now hyper-fertile cunt taking in every drop. Her pussy grew slicker, wetter than she’d ever been. Her belly gave a warm flutter, like every egg inside her had suddenly woken up screaming for seed.
Katarina tried to resist, tried to pull away, but it was far too late. The walls of her traitor pussy were ignoring her mental commands and clamping on his thick cock, squeezing every drop of belly-swelling seed from his shaft.
And when his release triggered hers, Katarina’s screams were muffled by Bella’s pussy.
“Good boy, Trent,” murmured Bella. “Every drop.”
And, impossibly, Trent kept stroking into her.
“That potion you made me drink earlier,” grunted Trent, hips thrusting as he fucked Katarina like an animal. “Making me stay hard…”
“Of course it is, my sweet,” said Bella, her voice smiling as she stroked Katarina’s hair. “That’s it’s job.”
Trent came a second time, flooding her even fuller. Katarina’s eyes rolled back. She had no strength or ability left for resistance. She could only take the hot flood inside her saturated, over-filled womb.
Bella laughed softly as Trent finally pulled out with a smug slurp. Her knuckles stroked Katarina’s cheek. “Turnabout’s fair play, love. You wanted to watch Ashe get bred. And it turned out she wanted to watch [i]you[/i] get bred. She came to me with the same plan you did.”
Katarina could barely speak. Her voice was hoarse from screaming. “You…got us [i]both[/i]…?!”
Bella smiled. “Of course I did. I didn’t just turn the tables…I shattered them. Now you’re both carrying my grandbabies. And I’m going to enjoy every single day of watching you two swell.”
Katarina and Ashe could only stare in disbelief, cheeks bright red. Then they snuggled together. It was going to be a long, embarrassing nine months.
Katarina had always been the careful one. The planner. The plotter. Ashe, on the other hand, loved to play and tease. For months she had been giggling in Katarina’s ear, whispering filthy promises about how she’d pin the predatory huntress down one night, flood her womb until it swelled, turn her into a soft, round, waddling broodmare. Ashe’s laughter still echoed in Katarina’s head.
So Katarina decided it was time to teach her friend a lesson. She was going to give Ashe an embarrassing, undeniable baby-belly whether the teasing little minx liked it or not.
She went to Bellalyn first.
The older woman lived on the edge of Crystal Heights, in a cottage that smelled of cedar smoke and night-blooming jasmine. Silver threaded through her auburn hair, but her curves remained lush and unapologetic. Bella had mentored Katarina since her teen years- both in the bedroom and out.
Although not a witch in the traditional sense, Bella’s knowledge of arcane potions and practices was extensive. When Katarina laid out the plan- get Ashe drunk on Bella’s ‘special’ shadow-wine, bring in Bella’s son Trent, let the boy’s potent seed do the rest- Bella’s green eyes sparkled with wicked delight.
“Oh, darling,” she purred, “tricking the little minx into a breeding? That sounds deliciously devious. I shall be delighted to help.”
Katarina smirked. “I know you were the belly-maker back in the day, but I’m going to show you how it’s done now.”
“No doubt you will, darling,” agreed Bella. “Bring her over tonight. I have a special bottle of shadow-wine that will be perfect for this. You can sit there and watch your pretty Ashe get bred like she deserves. Trent will be at his most potent. Trust me.”
That night, Katarina brought Ashe to the cottage under the pretense of ‘a relaxing evening with our old friend’. Ashe recognized the emphasis and, knowing Katarina’s history with Bella, had agreed enthusiastically. She was already half-drunk on the thrill of the forbidden when Bella greeted them at the door in a low-cut dress that did nothing to hide the generous swell of her breasts.
“Welcome, loves,” Bella said warmly, pressing a kiss to each of their cheeks. “The wine’s already breathing. Come in.”
The front room was warm and sensual. Hands brushed curves and lingered. Three crystal goblets waited on the low table. Bella filled them herself in the kitchen, giving Katarina a sly wink. Ashe’s glass contained shadow-wine at least twice as strong as the others.
They toasted to friendship, to mischief, to new beginnings. Ashe laughed and drained her first glass in three swallows.
By the second glass, her cheeks were flushed. By the third, she was giggling, leaning heavily against Katarina on the plush sofa. “This stuff is dangerous,” she slurred, eyes glassy. “I feel…floaty.”
Bella refilled her glass with a knowing smile. “That’s the idea, sweet girl. Perhaps we should move to the bedroom?”
It wasn’t really a question.
As they entered the bedroom, the erotic nature of the evening amplified.
“What’s that smell?” murmured Ashe, her eyelids fluttering.
“Midnight Bloom incense, darling,” said Bella, stroking Ashe’s hair. “One breath makes you drip. Two make you beg. Three breaths and you don’t remember your own name.”
Ashe murmured her agreement, leaning back into the hair pats.
All three women stripped bare. Then they began trading kisses, their lips softly pressing, soft feminine sighs filling the room. Then there was a gradual shift, so casual that the intoxicated Ashe didn’t even notice as Katarina and Bella began to focus on Ashe’s pleasure.
Bella’s fingers pinched Ashe’s nipples, even as Katarina’s fingers stroked Ashe’s clit. Ashe’s moans began to fill the room as they brought her to peak several times but never allowing her release.
Then the door opened and a man entered the room.
Trent. Bella’s son. Tall, fit. Dark hair, jaw covered with bristle. Shirtless, sweatpants slung low enough to show the V of his hips. His cock was already half-hard beneath the fabric. Thick, heavy, the outline unmistakable.
Ashe blinked slowly at him. “Who…?”
“Trent,” said Bella sweetly. “My son. He’s here to help with your…needs.”
Ashe might have protested at another time, but her eyes were glazed and her body on fire with heat and need.
Bella rolled to the side, creating separation from Ashe, but ending up on top of Katarina. Bella glanced over at Trent’s approach, saw his sweatpants hit the ground, watched him with hungry eyes. “Be a good boy, Trent. Fill her up.”
He didn’t need telling twice. He pushed Ashe’s knees apart, lined up, and drove in with one smooth thrust.
Ashe cried out, back arching, but the sound melted into a moan as her body accepted him. Her hips began undulating, moving to meet his thrusts with helpless heat.
The incense thickened the air. Already wet from watching Trent working at breeding Ashe, Katarina could smell the Midnight Bloom with every breath, turning her own pussy into a sopping wet mess. Her clit was throbbing, syncing with Trent’s strokes.
He fucked Ashe hard and deep, the wet slap of pelvis against ass loud in the quiet room. Katarina lay three feet away, watching every thrust, every detail. Watching the way Ashe’s pussy lips stretched around Trent’s girth, the shine of her juices coating his balls.
Bella hands slid down to Katarina’s pussy, fingers working her clit. Bella’s breath whispered over Katarina’s lower belly, punctuating the moves that were making Katarina moan.
The silence lasted for several seconds. Then Trent’s breathing changed slightly and his strokes shortened in powerful short pulses.
Bella’s voice was sweet. “Inside her, baby. All of it.”
He slammed deep and held, growling. Ashe’s eyes widened as she felt the first hot pulse. Katarina watched, mesmerized, as Ashe shuddered through a sudden explosive orgasm. Ashe bucked, helpless as her body responded to the insemination with helpless heat and submission.
Trent stayed buried, grinding, making sure every drop stayed deep. When he finally pulled out, Ashe’s ruined hole twitched at the sudden emptiness. Ashe was already drifting, eyes glazed.
Katarina’s head felt heavy. The incense seemed even thicker now. Sweet. Her nipples ached. Her clit pulsed. She tried to stand to check on Ashe, but her knees buckled. The room tilted as the wine and incense turned her limbs into warm honey.
Katarina felt herself rolled to her belly, her bare feet on the floor. She barely registered Bella’s pussy pressing against her face.
“Be a good girl,” murmured Bella, her fingers tracing through Katarina’s hair.
Katarina’s tongue responded, stroking over Bella’s clit.
It was only after several long seconds of servicing Bella with her tongue that Katarina processed how good her own pussy was feeling. So good. So hot.
It was only then that the fog lifted slightly and Katarina realized that Trent was behind her now, driving his cock deep inside Katarina with the same force and enthusiasm that he had used to breed Ashe.
“Wrong…wrong pussy,” said Katarina, her words slurred. “Ashe…is the one who’s…s’posed to get…belly…”
“Shush, darling,” said Bella, her hand cupping the back of Katarina’s head, her juices smearing across Katarina’s cheeks. “Be a good girl. Just take it.”
And finally it clicked. Ashe’s wine had been extremely potent, to get her to relax and let her womb get flooded. She was an easy target, a partier who tended to take too many chances anyway.
But Katarina was a planner, a more difficult target. So the wine she had been given had a different purpose.
Extreme fertility.
No amount of planning could overcome the amplified fertility Bella’s wine had produced in Katarina’s womb. And that fertility combined with Trent’s potent sperm…
Katarina’s eyes widened. But it was too late.
Trent’s hands firmed on her hips and suddenly he was bellowing as he buried his cock inside her ass and flooded her fertile womb with pulse after pulse of thick, hot seed.
Heat exploded in her core. Her ovaries throbbed, her womb clenched, and she felt her now hyper-fertile cunt taking in every drop. Her pussy grew slicker, wetter than she’d ever been. Her belly gave a warm flutter, like every egg inside her had suddenly woken up screaming for seed.
Katarina tried to resist, tried to pull away, but it was far too late. The walls of her traitor pussy were ignoring her mental commands and clamping on his thick cock, squeezing every drop of belly-swelling seed from his shaft.
And when his release triggered hers, Katarina’s screams were muffled by Bella’s pussy.
“Good boy, Trent,” murmured Bella. “Every drop.”
And, impossibly, Trent kept stroking into her.
“That potion you made me drink earlier,” grunted Trent, hips thrusting as he fucked Katarina like an animal. “Making me stay hard…”
“Of course it is, my sweet,” said Bella, her voice smiling as she stroked Katarina’s hair. “That’s it’s job.”
Trent came a second time, flooding her even fuller. Katarina’s eyes rolled back. She had no strength or ability left for resistance. She could only take the hot flood inside her saturated, over-filled womb.
Bella laughed softly as Trent finally pulled out with a smug slurp. Her knuckles stroked Katarina’s cheek. “Turnabout’s fair play, love. You wanted to watch Ashe get bred. And it turned out she wanted to watch [i]you[/i] get bred. She came to me with the same plan you did.”
Katarina could barely speak. Her voice was hoarse from screaming. “You…got us [i]both[/i]…?!”
Bella smiled. “Of course I did. I didn’t just turn the tables…I shattered them. Now you’re both carrying my grandbabies. And I’m going to enjoy every single day of watching you two swell.”
Katarina and Ashe could only stare in disbelief, cheeks bright red. Then they snuggled together. It was going to be a long, embarrassing nine months.
From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone- Taylor: The Aftermath
Taylor looked at the full-length mirror and studied her reflection. And just like the previous day, her belly was big and round, the embarrassing result of an Alpha planting his seed deep inside her while she was too zoned out on his pheromones to stop him. It had taken her less than 30 days to achieve a belly one normally carried in the seventh month of pregnancy.
“It’s SO not fair!” she said, stamping her foot, causing her big, milk-heavy boobs to jiggle, swaying under the loose top. Too late Taylor realized her boobs were leaking and her maternity bra was soaked.
It was all her boss’s fault. That Cynthia had *tricked* her into getting knocked up by an Alpha! Grrrrrrrr!
She padded barefoot back to her closet. The waddle was so freakin’ embarrassing. Her belly led the way wherever she went. Everybody at work was still laughing at how Cynthia had tricked her into a swollen belly.
Well, Taylor was going to show them. She was going to get her dignity and her rightful promotion back.
