I don't think breeding stops at the conception. A lot of people - men especially - tend to imagine breeding to be: cum inside, press inside, withdraw. Breeding, in my opinion, has multiple 'phases' - I only do this so as to guide you through, not necessarily to say this cannot happen organically to no genuine time period:

1. 'Prior'

Prior is relatively tame, but you know my intentions. You are here for a reason, in my life to make something so. I don't care about your looks, only your loyalty and fertility. This stage is usually marked by awkwardness, as you might expect from complete strangers suddenly forming a biological joining that could well descend down the generations till the end of time - but enough about that for now.

Prior means before and before we take the leap, we have to know each other. Feeling, trusting, giving, recieving; not just sex, but everything. We are making an undying commitment to spread ourselves further across this world, one zygote at a time - why not take it seriously?

1. Breeding

Neither can really say when it happens, or how. But only the fact that it does. While I love sex, it really and truly is above alot of my priorities for self-expression towards a woman, I don't care if the sex is bad. I don't care if she doesn't know how to move or if she lacks stamina, I couldn't care less of how her body is 'supposed to look'. She's the mother of my children - soon to be, definitely. So why do I care when the act goes so much deeper.

The positions are where I have to get serious. Despite my eagerness to breed, during 'Prior', i really was focused on you. The entire time. Your personality in front of closed doors helps me know you behind them. Positions I want to be memorable rather than ironically breeding-friendly. Memorable in terms of whatever it is you find most comfortable, even the most habitual and 'old faithful' or whatever it is that you find 'hot'. I want to seed you in that way. Because if I did it in any other, why should you accept being the mother of my children? Although, to be fair, sometimes, the urges and your rolling will only make me more unable to control myself, but, hey, we can get there. We can build up to a seeding that you have in your mind right now.

1. Pregnancy

This is where i think i lose most women. They assume I am like the others and think that you are just this waddling thing around the house: couldn't be further from the god-given truth.

Your pregnancy will spell out a certain doom in your gut. Pregnancy is when I will want you more than ever before, even topping that of the breeding sessions that we undoubtedly have that increases that closeness. But your pregnancy is where my drives truly kick in because you are now linked to me. Your pregnancy is my marking. I have become one with you in ways no matter how deep I was inside you, no matter how much sperm I produced, my seed taking root in your belly is as good as my name on your soul.

As you grow it will be difficult for me. Being so turned on as I am by the prospect of you providing for my children even before i can. Keeping them growing, and fed, and warm, and loved. Move slow for me. Let your knees widen and your sweat fall and your hair to thin. Alot of women, I think or have seen, are insecure about this and another (future discussed) phase. But don't worry. This will trigger something primal in me. This need and grasp for you and your being. I will visit your body whenever I am humanly able. Massage you, enter you, lick you clean, everything you can possibly imagine, I am committing them with such loving gusto it may even gross you out a little.

You are the mother of mine own seed. You are my everything, truly from here on. That BDSM-D/S relationship has NOTHING on breeding our lineages together.

1. Birthing

This phase is an immaculate phase. When you are ready to become a tangible mother, where our responsibilities come forth in a way that invites pain, panic, virtue, and strength, I want to be there. What made you think I was the kind of man that would stay in the bar or even at the chapel? What God can intervene on my duty to be with you through this new chapter in both our lives? I want you to succeed on this. Give me my babies and I will give you my life and loyalty.

How do I do this? I hate the typical holding hands and wiping the sweat from your brow and telling you how much I love you. How about actioning that out? How about birthing on all fours, and I've mounted you? Reaching under you and playing with your breasts? Maybe I switch holes? Maybe I simply relax your anxieties and mold your psyche to one of pleasure. I am with you on this. I am one with you on this. I am not going anywhere.

1. Aftermath

Nothing is always perfect. Loud noises. Sleep deprivation. Strange smells. Trying to figure out the formula vs hot water ratio. But there is no one else I would rather go through this with. In fact, seeing you empty and your belly reverting - if at all - to its original or thereabout shape, I want to do it again. Here's where alot of women assume I am being unrealistic. No way a man can want a woman just as much. And here is where you are wrong.

This, along with pregnancy, is where my primal hunger, if not starvation, for you ramps up to eleven and stays there. I know for certain your body changes. Breasts droop, baby fat not going away, stretch marks across all parts of your body, your hormones out of balance, always tired, always sore, hectic. But this is where I actually love you. I see your sacrifice because I have followed through from phase 'Prior'. This is where my real romance comes in, my real intimacy is expressed. I want you every waking moment and eye-sight does not even need to be confirmed. I will touch myself to you. I will think of you. I will always want to hold you, comfort you, and of course, breed you again. I cannot stop with you. I will be in that honeymoon phase constantly. You sacrificed your vitality for me. I think and want it to be right that I give you all the love and affection my life can muster.

You are a queen to me. You are the queen of my kingdom, from mansion down to cardboard box. You are not a burden to me, not something just walking around the house. You are my hobby and obsession, my forever woman, and of course, the mother of my young. Time to repeat these phases and grow old together. Even if or when you reach the end of your potency or fertility, that will be when our fun can really begin, where our biology is no longer accessible, leaving only us and the strength of love we have cultivated. It's just you and I.