creative freedom: this fictional piece includes a little cum chamber right before the cervix that, if breached, holds the semen to secure Insemination (cervix kink)

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It drives me crazy when all you wear is that cotton white night dress that grazes the top of your knees.

Hair open, all makeup taken off. I am a simple man. I don’t need fancy lingerie. I don’t like fake eyelashes or nails. I want you natural… plain and simple.

So when you laid down in bed next to me, I couldn’t help myself. You faced me; I faced you. Your eyes traveled down my lips, neck, chest. You reached out to brush your fingers over my nipple. Shivers.

God. Look at you.

I reached out too. Cupped your boob and weighed it against my palm. Your boobs are everything… so perfect to feed my children. Swelling up so quickly whenever you’re pregnant. Growing two to three cup sizes within months. It’s insane.

I lifted your side of the blanket. You rolled onto your back like you knew what I wanted. Thighs open and raised. Angled by your sides.

The house was quiet. The kids were asleep. Mommy, you, put them to bed. I rested my forearms next to your head, framing your face. Your hands brushed along my sides, goosebumps prickled across my skin.

You want another baby?

No words spoken. Briefs pulled down at the front, cock and balls out, and then… lined up. A sharp inhale from you. Oh, already wet. Mommy’s ready to conceive again.

You knew what was coming. With our eyes locked, I pressed forward, breaching that tight entrance. Your lips parted, eyes unblinking, pussy clenching around my tip. One would think this would get easier after you’ve birthed four of my children, but it never does.

Hips shifted a little to change the angle. I sunk in deeper. Warm, wet pussy. Heaven. Closing tight around the intrusion of my cock. There we go, darling.

Soft little pants started to escape your lips the more I began to pump into you. Your pussy always needs a moment to warm up fully. Stretch around my girth. Let my length in.

When I walked past the calendar in the kitchen this morning I saw that you’d marked today as ovulation day. You mark it with a star. A secret sign. I know for a fact that you’ll get pregnant if I come inside you tonight. Those four kids were all conceived quickly. One load that your body latched on to immediately. To make a baby. To fulfill your natural purpose.

Your eyes closed, hands on my sides. Fuck you’re beautiful. Our daughter is just as pretty as you. I want another girl. Or two. Pass on those delicate features… Those eyes, lips, dark hair…

I thrust forward, keep up the pressure, and then feel your walls suddenly release. Wide eyes locked on mine. I sank in deep until my tip touched your chamber. You’re not the only one who’s got baby fever. All I want is for you to be pregnant. Full of my children. All the fucking time.

Your seal kissed the tip of my cock, softening up the more I nudged against it. I could sense that you’re ready to conceive again. Your boobs started to bounce between us, under your night dress, our breaths turned shorter and shorter. This is it. Closer, closer, closer. I could feel that seal giving in.

You couldn’t stop watching me. You knew what it looked like when I got close to shooting my load. It wouldn’t take long. Especially not tonight. Your lips were pressed together, your hands on my sides, legs up and angled beside your body. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And then… right as you saw that I was on the edge, you whispered: “Please.”

It made my brain melt. The rhythm of my thrusts broke, balls drawn up tight, and with that final deep thrust, your seal stretched open. Your eyes widened in pleasure and pain, head pushed back into the pillow. A long, outdrawn groan.

Oh God, you’re so gorgeous. You’ll give me another beautiful child.

Whole body shudders rippled through me from head to toe. Muscles tensed, released, and then a big load of my semen erupted deep inside your little chamber. Filling it. Again. Splashing against your cervix. Again.

Your pussy clenched, clamping around my shaft as you stared up at me. Pupils dilated. I could see it in your eyes: the moment you conceived. Those insatiable swimmers chased down your ripe egg, burrowing in from all sides until the fittest one breached it. Popped in.

Game over. Baby made.

You arched your back, nipples solid under your night dress. I was catching my breath when you brought your hands up to my face, rubbed your thumbs over my cheeks, and smiled. “You’ll be a Daddy again,” you whispered, making me shudder all over once more.