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.
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