TL;DR: Tourists at a pagan Midsummer Festival for couples, we are enthralled by the rituals and pushed to mate like beasts in heat. I came with my boyfriend, I am leaving with you. And possibly something more inside my belly.

My boyfriend and I were invited for a group holiday to an authentic pagan retreat for couples. As we arrived at Hälsingland, we were greeted by a commune seemingly frozen in time. The villagers welcomed us and the other straight couples from the US.

We were asked to spend the endless Scandinavian days wearing white robes, and barefoot on the grass. I couldn’t resist, my eyes kept being drawn to the other tourists. The men were so confident, taking my hand when dancing, unconsciously farther and farther away from my boyfriend. Enthralled by the chanting, everyone cast their robes aside.

In the crowd of dancing people, I found your hand. You were a complete stranger, yet you didn't let go of me, making me twirl, leaving me breathless, until I fell on the grass. On my back, I was whimpering and weak, defenseless, and I could feel my legs raising up, then spreading wide. You got on top of me, pinning me down.

People were fucking all around us. I could only catch a glimpse of my boyfriend watching, horrified, as we were devolving into beasts in Heat. You pushed your throbbing cock inside of me. In my eyes, my boyfriend could read a pleasure he'd never be able to provide.

Two days later, I am sitting in the plane flying back to the US. In Hälsingland, my boyfriend had to endure the humiliation of watching me orgasm around the cock of a stranger, and begging for him to cum inside of me. But I knew how right it felt, and there was no turning back. I was inseminated by a strong, healthy, masculine man, someone my boyfriend would never be for me.

On the plane, my hand gently caresses my belly, inseminated by you mere hours ago, fondling the sensation of warmth. You lean over my seat, breathing into my ear:

"So, what do you say, bun is in the oven?".

Kinks: Inventive writers; domestic slice-of-life; traditional gender roles; toxic masculinity; arranged marriages; utilitarian relationships; patriarchal dystopias; eugenic breeding; ritual sex; criminal organizations; eldritch cults; interracial invasions; post-apocalyptic.

Limits: Lack of imagination; camp; porn-logic; sex-driven; sappy romanticism; sophisticated tops.