When I look at you, I get this primal need to breed. Like in that documentary we watched together… of a lion smelling a female in heat, mounting her from behind, and fucking a litter into that fertile female.

This is no different. I can sense when you’re ovulating. Your perfect milky white skin glows, your dark hair is thick and shiny, lips plump and red, and you smell like you want to lure me in. Like a flower.

When we work from home and you’re ovulating, it’s bad. Really, really bad. Because I’m a horny boy. I send you dirty as fuck text messages and then watch you squirm. You’re on the couch, wearing a light pink summer dress, and I sit opposite you in a shirt and jeans.

You look ready to breed today…

Your phone chimes with my message.

I smirk when you suck in a breath and glance up from your phone. We don’t speak. We type. Text.

Oh my God, you’re driving me crazy.

You reply.

I press my lips together to stop myself from grinning. I continue to work for about ten minutes and then pick up my phone again.

I can smell your pheromones from here…

This time, when you read my message, your eyes lock with mine. You mouth Fuck at me.

I grin. All cheeky. I know you’re into this as much as I am.

I have been horny out of my mind since this morning. You teased me in bed, stroked my cock, and then … you had to get ready for work.

Two can play this game.

It’s not even lunchtime when you get up to get some more tea. I follow you into the kitchen. You look at me like an animal that has been caught in a compromising position.

That’s exactly what is happening here.

There is only one exit… and you’d have to pass me to get out. You sealed your fate by a silly mistake.

I step up behind you, slide my hand under your summer dress, and slip my fingers past your panties. Holy fuck… you’re dripping wet already.

And I am hard. Perfect match in heaven.

Craning your neck back, you stare up at me, hands on the counter, pushed up on your tip toes. I tug down your panties in one smooth motion. You gasp and brace yourself. You know what’s going to happen. I’ll mount you like that lion in the documentary.

Jeans open. Pull my dick and balls out. No warm-up. No foreplay.

I shift closer, knees bend, cock against your folds. You open your legs. I rub my tip along your folds… lewd slick sounds echo through the room. You’re on your tea break, so this has to be quick.

I push up and thrust in. One hand on your belly, the other on your hip. You yelp loudly, the high-pitched sound makes my brain melt. Fuck yeah. That’s right, that hard rock dick inside your ripe pussy, baby. I pull you closer and start fucking into you. Not wasting any time. You’re ripe and ready for a baby.

Dripping. Fucking. Wet.

Your boobs wobble with every upward thrust. I wrap one arm underneath them and go harder. Hunched against you, face pressed to your neck. Hammering that little pussy open. I hit that seal of your cum chamber within the first three thrusts, making you yelp repeatedly.

You puff out heavy breaths and try to hold on to the cabinets, the counter, crying out in aroused desperation. You’re going feral. My little lioness. I tug down the front of your dress, allowing your tits to bounce out. You don’t wear a bra when you’re alone with me.

Crucial mistake.

Your breasts are heaven. Large and soft and squishy. They will grow even bigger when you nurse my baby. Your long hair tickles me as I mount you; your ass shakes whenever I bottom out. Creating wave-like motions across your skin. You chant out little moans, high-pitched little “ohs”.

Your tits bounce uncontrollably, so I grab one of them. I can feel the impact of my thrusts that skate through your body. It does my head in. The straps of your summer dress fall from your shoulders, exposing your breasts even more. Nearly naked. Soft fabric pooling around your waist.

I grunt and growl against your neck. I can feel your seal give in already. It’s so soft when you’re ovulating. So ready to hold my load. I shouldn’t breach it. I have no business being inside it. But fuck, I love popping it open.

My heart pounds in my chest and my muscles burn from fucking into you. This primal breeding will result in an offspring. Little female in heat. It is your own fault… getting knocked up like this. I frown and moan the harder I go. The tension in my body is unbearable. I know I’m almost there. I can feel your ripe little seal parting…. letting me in.

You reach back when I drive in deep. Trying to stop me.

Haha. No. You’re getting bred. Now.

You scream and shake all over when your seal suddenly pops. I can’t only feel it, I can also hear it in the silence of the kitchen.

Pop.

A loud sob echoes through the room. You let your head hang. You’re done. Your fate has been decided. You’re going to grow my DNA, no one else’s. Whether you want it or not, your cum chamber will hold my sperm inside. My genes.

Your sobs and moans get more urgent, pitching higher-higher-higher. I pump in and out of your seal and then… finally, all that tension bursts from my heavy, swinging balls.

A thick, creamy load shoots deep into your chamber, filling it with forceful pumps. You cry out, quivering all over, and sigh long and loud. This is your natural purpose. To be bred. Grow children. Your body goes soft underneath me. Bred. Mated. Claimed.

My brain shuts off as my load floods your chamber. Millions of swimmers get sucked into your womb, swarming out, seeking an egg to fertilize.

When I keep pressing into you, your chamber desperately tries to close around my cockhead. Attempting to push me out. You shudder, pant, louder, louder, louder, scratching across my forearm around your stomach…. like a feral lioness, and then, your chamber and pussy contract so tightly it squeezes out another spurt of semen from my cock.

Your orgasm sucks more of my semen into your womb. Your egg is waiting. It’s right there. I squeeze my arms around you and press my dick all the way in. Pulsing. Throbbing. Your little egg is getting invaded, sperm trying to bury in from all sides. Innocent, unassuming egg…

Oh my God. I can’t think. I can barely breathe. Primal breeding… like in nature… resulting in a baby. No other male will approach you. My baby in you. My scent on you.

When I come to, I slowly withdraw my dick from your seal. It clenches shut. Your pussy is so wet it has been dripping down your thighs, covering my balls in juices.

I pull out completely. Your summer dress pools around your waist, exposing your ass and tits. You look obscene. Light skin flushed.

I catch my breath and step back, examining my work… very little of my load trickles out from between your gaping folds.. the majority of it is secured in your cum chamber. It’s full. Fuck.

Helpless female now bred…making a baby.