Our First Night: A CNC & Breeding Scene/Erotica
Author’s note: While the events in this story are real, these events took place as part of a safe, pre-negotiated scene with @Athanaricari, who is going by the pseudonym “Caleb” below. STD testing was done in advance. I had an IUD. This was also our very first time having sex, and we wanted to incorporate our mutual love for CNC and breeding.
Kink content warning: CNC (consensual nonconsent), reluctance, manipulation, gaslighting, breeding, impregnation risk.
Our First Night: A CNC & Breeding Scene
Caleb: “I took my time before fucking you. I needed to fuck with your brain first.”
I was excited to meet him; Caleb was someone I had met online, and after knowing each other for over a year and becoming good friends, we had planned out a fun weekend together in early October. I had flown out to see him, and we spent a good part of our day sightseeing and enjoying the city. Our connection felt just as good in person, and I felt fairly comfortable around him.
The story begins at the end of our first full day together, after he drives us to the AirBNB he had chosen and rented for the two of us; we were staying in a quiet town a little further out from the city, surrounded by evergreens, maples, and other trees donning their full autumn foliage. The house is two-storied and cozy, on a street that is both quiet and secluded from the main road.
After we arrive, we each unpack our belongings in our separate bedrooms. As I put away the last of my things, I feel a procession of goosebumps and a shiver down my spine. I pause, and I take a moment to slow down both my mind and my breathing.
My body is palpably aware that I am alone in a remote AirBNB with a man I have only met in person hours ago. It puts me in a vulnerable situation, and the thrill of that is doing very real things to my body. There is a sexual tension that I suspect we both feel any time we are in the same room together, and I know that this is something that would be smart for me to address with him directly. With that certainty in mind, I make my way to his bedroom.
“Hey Caleb,” I call out, entering his bedroom. He has left his door open, and there he is, freshly showered, sitting upright on his bed in a t-shirt and khakis. Caleb is tall and broad-shouldered, enough to make me feel small compared to him. I sit down by his side and he immediately leans over to give me a kiss, not the first one of the day. I can feel his hand wrapping around my waist, seeking skin underneath my shirt. There’s a moment where I almost forget what was on my mind, but I push through. “I really like you so far,” I tell him, looking directly into his eyes. “But I don’t think I’m ready to have sex with you yet. Is it okay if we wait, and do something else tonight?”
He smiles, friendly and warm as ever. “Of course.” His hand brushes the small of my back, giving me more goosebumps. “Why don’t we cuddle and watch something on TV?”
“I like that,” I say, smiling back. “Why don’t I shower first too?”
Twenty minutes later, we reconvene in the living room. As soon as I walk in, I notice his eyes on me. I have changed into my PJs, a cream cami tank top and shorts that are incredibly soft and thin, and also expose more skin than anything I have been wearing all day. As I grab a blanket and the TV remote, I catch him staring shamelessly before joining me on the couch. I’m not sure if I blush or not, but I do know I can feel myself getting wet.
We curl up together on the slightly too-small loveseat, his body nestling comfortably on top of mine and our legs tangling together, in what feels both cozy and domestic. Despite it being our first night together, there is an intimacy with him that feels easy. We banter a bit as we look for a show to watch, and once the episode starts playing, I feel myself sink into his body. My travels and adventures for the day are catching up with me, and I can feel a tiredness settling in.
We both become immersed in the show we’re watching. I feel warm, cozy, and safe, enjoying his body heat and the sensation of having him pressed up so close against me. We are wrapped around each other, his head resting on my chest, and despite my attention being on the show, I also feel sensitive to every small movement of his hands, especially whenever they drag along my skin.
Suddenly, he kisses me; it has the type of jarring quality that makes you forget about anything else. His hands and mouth are missing the soft gentleness that his touches have had so far, as he fondles me in areas he hasn’t gotten to touch yet. I immediately feel myself getting wet; this is the type of domineering touch that my body responds positively to. I open my mouth to ask him to slow down, but I don’t get the chance to as his mouth is on mine again.
As he grinds his body against mine, I can feel his curved cock hardening against my thigh, through the fabric of our clothes. I am starting to feel incredibly turned on, when suddenly, he lifts up my shirt and bra over my chest, exposing my tits.
I freeze; I feel exposed, both to the cold air of the room and to my friend. I blush and stammer and try to bring my top back down, but he kisses me forcefully again and fondles my breasts as he rocks his hard cock against my body more. The sensations feel good, but I also know that I don’t want this. I feel overwhelmed, and in an effort not to hurt his feelings, try to gently push him off of me.
“Hey,” I manage to say as soon as he lets me, “Remember what I said-”
“Shhh,” he says. “I know. We’re not having sex.”
Suddenly his strong hands are at my hips, tugging my shorts and panties down to my knees in one big swoop. His touches feel firm and good, and his enthusiasm and force turn me on more.
I feel him move down to start kissing my breasts, using one hand to start rubbing my clit. I try to relax into it, and focus on enjoying myself. I start to reason to myself that maybe he’s right. After all, we’re not having sex. And this does feel really good.
I murmur something about taking things slow, as he uses another hand to gently massage two fingers inside me. As conflicted as my mind feels, I can also feel my body light up with excitement anywhere he touches me, and before long, I feel myself trying and failing to hold back a moan. As it often happens when I’m horny, the cognitive thinking part of my brain is slipping further and further away, replaced by something more simple and animalistic.
“Hey Angel, let’s move to the bedroom,” he says, bringing his hands away from my clit and entrance to take his shirt off. “This sofa is so small, and we’ll both be more comfortable on a bed.”
“Yeah, sure,” I hear myself say, before I can think about it. Before I can really process how much things feel like they are escalating. And before I can consider how being alone in his bedroom naked with him is going to feel like taking another step towards sex, which is something I feel certain I don’t want tonight. These are things I slowly think about only after I make the short walk to his bedroom, and get on his bed, and feel his body on top of me again.
This time, I feel all his skin on mine as he kisses me. When did his pants and briefs come off? I can feel his cock bopping against my thigh, one big hand on my waist and another gently but firmly cupping my face. There are too many good sensations for me to keep track of, as his hands move across my skin, and I feel my mind trying and failing to keep up with them all. I try to focus on his mouth, and how good it feels to be kissed, but each time I feel the head of his cock move further between my legs, I feel my adrenaline spike up. I think he may have sensed it, as he softly whispers for me to relax. My heart is pounding, but I also want to listen to him.
The confusing thing is — I get turned on from listening.
There is a hidden part of me that only surfaces when I am on my own, masturbating, or when I’m with a man who is physically or mentally dominating me in ways that make me feel floaty. And when this part takes over, I feel an incredible tension that can only be broken by submitting. I very badly want to follow requests, and to please, and to be praised for it. It feels almost painful to say no.
So when Caleb reminds me again to relax, and focus on how good he’s making me feel, I can feel my body responding to him. My thighs let go of a tension I wasn’t aware I was still holding, and I feel my body sink heavier onto the bed below me. His touch feels like it is lighting up my body wherever it goes, and I feel relaxed as I feel the head of his cock start to rub against my labia and clit.
I feel myself beginning to moan – my clit is always so sensitive. This still isn’t sex, so this is safe for me to enjoy right?. My mind feels so floaty, and everything is feeling so good, and I just want to keep feeling good.
“Good girl,” he says, and he is still towering above me, but his voice also feels distant.
My nipples harden as I feel the head of his cock start to nudge at my small opening, and I hear myself say, “Hey, I don’t–”
“Don’t worry,” he says softly, one big hand cupping my face gently. “You said you didn’t want sex, and I promised. I’m just pressing against you.” I feel the head of his dick, soaked with fluid that is likely mine, pushing against my clit again and rubbing against my thighs. “Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Mmhm,” I think I mumble out, but I really can’t be sure.
“After all,” he says, one hand encircling his cock, pushing it closer to my opening again. “This feels so good for you and for me. Don’t you want us both to feel good?”
I let out another moan; he uses his hand to drag the head of his dick up and down my vulva, rubbing my clit at a steadier rhythm, and I’m pretty sure my vision begins to blur from the pleasure of that sensation. He leans down to kiss me again, and my mind sinks further into a dark well of sensation and pleasure. And the further I sink down, the harder it feels to surface again.
“Doesn’t this feel so good?” Caleb says, rubbing his cock against my opening again. “Let me make you feel good. I’ll be so happy with you.”
“Just don’t go inside,” I say, reminding him.
“Of course not,” he says, his hips rocking a little bit. “I’m not pressing in. Just massaging you. And you’re taking it so well.”
And, of course, that feels incredibly good. Particularly, the feeling of the head of his cock rubbing against my opening, back and forth, with no barriers between us, feels like an entirely new level of fantastic. My thighs are shaking. It does not help that I’ve restricted myself to always using condoms for the last several years, being single and having an active sex life. And it also doesn’t help that I absolutely hate condoms and always crave the feeling of sex and intimacy without any barriers — to the point of it being very much a kink. So feeling Caleb’s cock against me now, with no protection, feels both dangerous and indulgently good.
“You’re being so good for me,” he says, and his words bring me away from the all-encompassing bliss, instead tuning me into the new, rolling wave of pleasure that comes with hearing him praise me. I am looking up at him as he speaks, and I can feel myself biting my lower lip. “We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to,” he continues, “But you are having so much fun. Let’s just keep going.”
I feel him thrust in, and a distant part of panics; I don’t fully remember why. “No,” I think I say. “Are you sure-”
“It’s just the tip,” he murmurs. If I focus on the sensations, it feels like more, but I’m also not sure. “It’s not really sex.” I feel him rubbing my clit again with his hand, and I’m not sure what to make of anything. I feel a burst of adrenaline and pleasure in my pelvis, twin sensations that dance up my body in serpentine directions, both feeding off each other. I feel my heart pounding again.
“It feels like more.” I manage to let out, feeling only more turned on. “Is that just the tip?”
“Of course,” he says gently, pulling his cock out to rub against my clit and folds again, rhythmically, distracting me with more sensation. And then I feel him dip inside me again - the head of his cock did feel big. He moves in and out of my entrance, one hand on his dick, the other cradling my waist, his mouth praising me as I try to focus on everything that is happening.
“Good girl” he says abruptly, and I feel him grab me by my hips and scoot my entire body towards him. He is sitting upright on his knees, holding my thighs and spreading my legs. I already feel a bit like a doll, easy to handle and use, as he takes one hand to grab his dick and angle it towards my entrance with purpose. “I’ll pull out.”
His cock slides in before I can process what is happening. In a blink of a moment, I suddenly feel his entire cock push into me for the very first time.
“Wait, stop, it’s dangerous-”
“Just for a little bit,” he purrs, rocking his hips into me rhythmically. “I’ll pull out long before I cum inside you.”
“But I’m not on birth control-”
“You can trust me, I’ll pull out.”
I feel both full and invaded. I also feel confused and good and panicked; this is all going further than I wanted, he isn’t wearing a condom, and everything feels like it is escalating way too quickly. But the sensation of his raw cock inside me, of no barriers between us, is also something my body is responding positively to; I feel my pelvic muscles tighten around his cock and I know I don’t want the pleasure to stop.
“Your precum- “ I start to say, before he leans down to kiss me again.
“I don’t make any,” he says. “You’re perfectly safe. You don’t need to worry so much.”
I can feel my body floating. I want to listen to him; a part of me thinks he’s right. And that I can trust him. I feel his hands on my hips tighten as he lets out a breathy moan, and each thrust of his hips sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. Surely, if things feel so good, they can’t be bad, can they? I feel sensitive to it all; his cock growing even bigger after the first few rhythmic thrusts, and I can feel him deep inside me, opening me up more as he fucks me.
“Just pull out,” I say. My own voice sounds far away, and so does what’s happening.
And in that moment, I let go.
Time slows down. My vision fogs a bit. I feel all the muscles in my body relax, and feel my limbs collapse deeper into the bed below us, like a deadweight. I want him to keep fucking me, and using me, and I want him to feel good. And I want to chase the pleasure I’m feeling right now and feel good too. I don’t want to live in a world of consequences, and I decide not to.
What I don’t know right now is that, later, I won’t remember a lot of this. My memory, from the moment Caleb began fucking me, is distorted; I can recall most things leading up to this moment, but not a lot of what happens after. So for much of what happens next, I am relying a lot on Caleb’s memory of events.
According to him, we talked quite a bit while he fucked me.
“Pull out,” I pleaded. “I don’t want to get pregnant.”
“You say that,” he says between hot breaths. “But you like the risk. You want it. You do know I can feel you squeeze around my cock and get wetter every time you ask me not to fill you up.”
“No,” I murmur, biting my lips harder.
“Your body wants it,” he says. “You can’t help it if your body wants you knocked up. Let’s pretend. You can trust me, I’ll pull out. But lean into your cravings. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up.”
“No,” I say. “I don’t want to.”
“You do though,” he laughs knowingly. “You want me to cum inside you.”
“I don’t,” I breathe out, but I’m pretty sure I am drooling. “It’s such a bad idea.”
“Besides,” he says. “You’d be such a good girl for taking my cum inside you. You’d please me so much. Cumming inside you is my biggest fantasy. Don’t you want to please me?”
“I do,” I say, enjoying every thrust of his cock inside me.
“And your body wants it too,” Caleb reminds me.
“It does,” I repeat back.
He starts pumping me harder, switching between kissing my mouth and manhandling my hips so that I’m in just the right position for his cock to feel good and deep for both of us. I’m moaning and kissing him back, and my entire body is buzzing with pleasure while my mind continues to stay slow and empty and blissed out.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he says, his breaths growing faster and more shallow as he fucks into me deeper. “Besides, you’re going to look so hot pregnant.”
He thrusts into me a few more times before he lets out a guttural groan and pushes himself as deep into me as he can. And that is when I feel it; a throbbing warmth, waves of his hot cum gushing deep inside me. And while I still feel like I’m floating, there is a relief that comes with the finality of it all. He thrusts a few more times, pressing himself inside me, likely making sure that not a lot of it comes out.
He kisses me slowly as his cock sits deep inside me, softening, while his hands touch me gently. I can tell I am dazed, because I can hear him softly dole out praise, but I can’t for the life of me identify exactly what he is saying. Slowly, I feel him pull out, and I can feel the mixed wetness of our fluids begin leaking out of me too. He sits back and watches.
I close my eyes. There will be panicked thoughts later, I’m sure of it, but I don’t want to think about them just yet. I hear rummaging to my left; when I open my eyes again, I notice Caleb returning to my field of view, which confuses me for a moment, as I don’t remember him leaving. He lays down near me, envelops me in his warm body with his strong arms, and kisses me softly on the cheek.
“I have something for you” he says, and I look up to see him holding one of my favorite clitoral toys. He turns it on, and gently applies the pulsating end to my vulva, carefully finding my clit. I had felt close to climaxing during our dialogue, and also when he was close to cumming inside of me, and while that wave had waned in the last few moments, I can feel the momentum immediately resurge. I have no room in my mind for embarrassment as I immediately begin grinding into his hand and moaning.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to feel good.”
I do feel good. I feel my pleasure ramping up again; the blood rushing to my head and chest, my limbs growing weak, and my thighs starting to shake. He spends a few minutes using the toy on me, all the while my orgasm draws closer.
“Please,” I beg. I have never been good at using my words once I feel close.
“The best part,” he says, and I feel his cock against my outer thigh starting to harden again, “Is that the more you feel good, the more you’re going to soak up my cum that’s already deep inside you.”
“No,” I manage to say, my heart rate and pleasure spiking higher.
“Yes,” he teases playfully. “My cum is already in you. And when you orgasm, you’re only going to take my cum deeper inside you.”
“No,” I breathe out again, thighs shaking harder.
“You’re not safe,” he says. “And when you cum, it’s only going to increase the chances of me getting you pregnant.”
“Nooo,” I moan out, but I can feel the crescendo of tension reaching its peak, ready to break.
“And I won’t stop after this,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “We have all weekend for me to knock you up.”
Without my control, the tension finally breaks; my orgasm hits me with force, waves of pleasure overtaking my body, invading me the same way I love being invaded. As I lay there, catching my breath, I already know he is right.
