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"Lucent,
you can't—"

He pressed a
finger inside of me suddenly, making me gasp.  When I went to speak again, he
pulled it out and then shoved it into my mouth.  The salty taste of his skin
mixed with my sweet arousal touched against my tongue.  All the while, he
patted my stomach with one hand as if I were already pregnant.

"I want you
round," he said.  "And mine.  I want to toss you onto my bed and hold
you there.  I'll grab your thighs and spread them while I thrust my cock into
your beautiful little cunt.  I want to watch you pant with exertion from all
the weight you've gained while you bear my child, Elise.  Your pert little
breasts will swell with your mother's milk and become so sensitive to the
touch.  Pregnancy makes women much more susceptible to arousal, I hear, and I'd
enjoy testing this out.  While you struggle to move beneath the weight of
carrying a child, I'll make you squirm in pleasure until you beg for me to
stop.  But I won't."

This was... my
God.  This was hot.  This was extremely sexy.  It was also somewhat scary.  I
wasn't lying before about not being on birth control.  I supposed that was part
of why this was hot to me, though?  I didn't understand that.  It was...
wrong.  Taboo.  Unacceptable and unwanted, and yet I did want it, too.  Lucent
did things to me regularly, but now it seemed like he did them even more.  His
words and his tone aroused me in some primal, carnal way.

But we couldn't
do this.  Maybe he thought I was lying about my birth control before, but I
wasn't.  That was probably it, now that I thought about it.  The idea was
incredibly exciting, but the reality of pregnancy wasn't anything either of us
wanted.  Right...?

"Lucent,"
I said, doing my best to speak while his finger probed my mouth and pressed
against my tongue.  "I wasn't joking before.  I haven't gone to have my
birth control shot again yet."

"Yes,"
he said.  "I know.  I did some research while you were napping.  I called
your doctor's office and requested your information.  I've also been browsing
through a few things on the internet so that I could better prepare for
this."

"Lucent,
we... you need to wear a condom.  I'm being serious."

"I believe
you're in no position to tell me what I need to do, Miss Tanner," he said. 
"In fact, I don't think you can."

With that, he
removed himself from the bed, then left me tied and bound in his bedroom while
he walked out and into the hall.  He wasn't gone for long, though.  In short
order, he returned with a tray of food that he put on his side table.

"Dinner?"
I asked.  I
was
hungry.  He must have been joking before.  Lucent liked
to toy with me like that.

"Indeed,"
he said, with a smirk that was far too lascivious and knowing.  Just what
exactly was he up to now?

I glanced at the
food, curious.  He'd arranged it with a bowl of olives, a tray of sliced
oranges, some smoked salmon and sliced, hard-boiled eggs.  Another bowl held
slivers of almonds mixed with diced avocado.  All in all, it wasn't quite what
I expected of dinner, but food was food, and...

A tiny pill
bottle sat on the edge of the food tray.  Lucent opened it, popped out a pair
of the little white pills, then dropped them into my mouth.  I swallowed
without thinking, then I panicked.

"What was
that?" I asked.  "Are you drugging me?  Lucent, what's gotten into
you?"

He laughed. 
"Miss Tanner, It's merely folic acid.  There's no cause for concern."

"Um...
folic acid?"

"Yes.  To
aid me in the act of impregnating you."

Some sudden idea
struck me, and I glanced at the food alongside me in a different way than
before, alarm overriding my hunger.  "And the food is...?"

"Potentially
anecdotal evidence, but it doesn't hurt to adhere to guidelines, now does it? 
All of these food items are said to assist in the
breeding
process.  When
it comes to my submissive, I spare no expense."

I stammered,
unsure what to make of this.  Was this all a game of some sort?  A ruse?  To
make me think that he was actually dangerous?  Or...  "Lucent, I know I
signed your contract before, but I never agreed to this."

"You agreed
to be my slave, Miss Tanner, and that is that."

"The... the
contract said you wouldn't harm me.  It..."

"I won't
harm you," he said, smiling.  "In fact, you might find this all
rather enjoyable.  I won't mind if you put up a bit of a fight, though."

I needed time to
think, time to get out of this.  Except, how?  Lucent had tied me to his bed
using the leather wristbindings we occasionally used during other sexual games,
and I knew through quite a bit of use that I couldn't get out of them without
his assistance.  And, he lived in a skyrise apartment building with
soundproofed walls and ceilings, so no matter if I screamed or not, I wasn't
going to get through to anyone.  I had no clothes, I had no way of protecting
myself, and the only thing I could think of was to try and reason with him.

Would that work,
though?  I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that thought not.

The feeling was
more than that, too.  Fright and worry, yes, but... more than a hint of morbid
arousal.  Want and need.  I was so wound up, bound and tied, anxious and
overwrought.  Whenever I moved my hips a certain way, shifting my thighs just a
bit so as to move the core of my body enough to vaguely stimulate myself down
there, I felt so... so wrongly aroused.  I couldn't help it.  Mentally, I
didn't want this, but physically my body desired it.

Lucent fed me
while my mind reeled with thoughts of breeding and impregnation.  I hadn't
fully understood what made stories like that attractive at first, except that
it seemed so wrong.  So wrong and debased, and a sexual encounter with someone
was one thing, but to become pregnant by it?  Someone could pretend that
something didn't happen if there were no consequences, could play off the sex
as a mistake or an accident or any number of other things, but if they were
impregnated, their stomach growing larger and larger, bulging out, then what?

Nothing.  They
couldn't hide it.  Embarrassment at their debauchery and having everyone know
exactly what happened were the obvious outcomes.  The risks were heightened
tenfold, and for whatever reason this made the sensation of the sex leading up
to it more arousing to the mind, too.

Or, that might
be just me.  I tried to tell myself I didn't want this over and over again, that
it was just some foolish fantasy, and yet every time I thought about it, the
more arousing the idea became.  Conflicted, I closed my eyes and tried to clear
my mind.

Lucent placed a
few slivers of almonds in my mouth, followed by a hunk of avocado, and I
chewed.  It tasted nice; a delightful mix of creamy avocado with the sharp
flavor of the nuts.  He followed this with a slice of orange, then a couple of
olives.  I waited for more, laying there naked and with my eyes closed, in a
darkness of my own choosing, but nothing else came.

"I believe
that should sustain you for the moment," he said.

My eyes snapped
open in time to see Lucent kneeling alongside his bed and fetching something
from beneath it.  Furthermore, my eyes practically popped out of my head when I
saw what he grabbed; it was a large wand with a circular tip.  It's supposed
use was as a body massager, but it doubled as a vibrator.  And not just that,
but...

Lucent plugged
it into the wall, turned it on to the lowest setting, and sat on the bed next
to me while wielding it aloft.

"In
addition to a proper diet, the best way to become pregnant seems to be through
orgasm, Miss Tanner.  What do you think?"

I didn't get a
chance to think, because no sooner than I opened my mouth, Lucent lay the thrumming,
vibrating bulb on my clit.  My body spasmed from the shock of it, vibrations
digging into my core.  My arms pulled at the restraints binding my wrists and
my whole body tightened, muscles clenching.  Unfortunately this also involved
the muscles inside of me; the ones Lucent intended to forcefully shove towards
convulsive ecstasy.

The low hum of
the vibrations only surprised me for a moment more, though.  I relaxed, forcing
myself to calm down.  I could control this, right?  If I considered it, meditated,
and forced myself to ignore the shaking pleasure grinding alongside my clit, I
could stave off orgasm and ruin Lucent's plan.

No, I couldn't. 
He switched the vibrations higher, going to medium, and then before I got used
to that, he put it on high.  My teeth chattered, body wrecked with forced
pleasure, everything turning blank and illuminated all at once.  Gentle,
caressing my stomach with his hand, Lucent rubbed from the bottom of my breasts
to the top of my pubic bone while he rolled the bulb of the vibrator across my
clit, back and forth.

My body had no
chance against this kind of attack.  Pleasure roared into me, unbidden, and my
orgasm crashed through me faster than usual.  The ideas of impregnation in my
head fueled it on, and my mind imagined Lucent's throbbing cock inside of me,
spewing his fertile seed into my inner depths, while my greedy, hungry climax
lurched and pulled at everything he had to offer, consuming his cum and
delivering it directly into my eagerly waiting womb.

I didn't want my
mind to think these things, but the more I unwillingly thought them, the higher
my pleasure rose.  My orgasm crested, or so I thought, but another built up
afterwards, urging me to higher peaks of passion.  And onwards, another, the
heavy crush of vibrations on my body forcing me into more and more.  It
tickled, too sensitive, but Lucent didn't stop.  I thrashed on the bed,
screaming and begging.  I didn't even know what I was screaming or begging for,
but eventually the vibrations ended.

Sort of.  They
did end, but Lucent took their place.  Positioning himself between my legs, he
didn't wait for me to calm down from my previous shaking before skewering me
with his cock.  My mouth dropped and I gasped and my eyes shot open.  He held
my hips and thrust into me hard, pulling me against him.  Thick, fast, bucking
into me.

My body was
sensitive and a little sore from the excessive stimulating of the body
massager-turned-vibrator, and Lucent's needy, gluttonous thrusts didn't help
matters.  Still clenching, my inner walls squeezed and grabbed at his invasive
cock, urging him to orgasm.

"N-no,"
I said, my words squeaking out of me.  I could barely think, let alone speak,
but I needed to convince him to stop.  "Lucent!  Lucent, please
stop!"

He ignored me. 
Lucent must have been as pent up as I was before, because in a matter of
minutes, after grinding the head of his cock as far into my pussy as he could,
he unleashed his ravenous seed.  My traitorous body accepted this, sputtering
in a smaller orgasm, coaxing him to give me more.  I
pulled
hard at my
restraints, trying to figure out a way to force him off of me, and my hips
wiggled and shook, hoping to buck him out of me before he filled me too much,
but to no avail.

Once he finished
and pulled his softening cock out of me unceremoniously, I tried to angle my
hips to let his seed seep out of my folds.  Lucent responded by grabbing a
pillow and thrusting it under my hips, then holding my stomach down so that I
couldn't relinquish myself of his fertility.

"Lucent,"
I said.  "Why are you doing this?"

The anxiety and
worry from before filled my stomach as easily as his cock had filled my womb. 
Pleasure and ecstasy made me forget for a moment, but now that it was gone it
all came crashing back down.  It was just once, though.  Just... just this
once, so maybe nothing would come of it.  Right?

"You need
to eat," Lucent said.

After our sexual
exercise, my mouth was dry and I felt starved.  The avocado and orange he fed
me tasted like heaven, and the egg that came after was almost otherworldly in
flavor.  I devoured the slices of smoked salmon and olives and more and more.

Once I was
sated, Lucent grinned down at me.  "I believe we're both ready to go
again," he said.

I panicked. 
"Lucent!  No, no... we... please don't do this!"

"I've
requested that Mr. Landseer allow me to work from home for the next week, Miss
Tanner.  While I do plan on finishing my work, I also plan to make other good
use of the time.  I fully expect you'll be carrying my child by then."

I whimpered
beneath him as he bent down to lick at my folds with loving affection.  It
might have been nicer, more wonderful, if I didn't know exactly what his plans
were for me after that.

Lucent sat next
to me on his bed, staring at my laptop screen and reading the story I'd
written.  I watched him read, spying on him through way of the expressions on
his face.  His eyes flitted back and forth, left to right, scanning through my
written words.

He finished,
placed the laptop off to the side, then turned to look at me.  Staring,
blinking over and over, he wrinkled his brow.

"Miss
Tanner, what kind of story is this?"

"I'm going
to publish it.  Do you think it's sexy?  It's erotica!" I said.  I was
actually pretty excited about this, because I thought the story was exciting. 
People would read it!

"Yes,
but..."  He cleared his throat and scrunched up his nose.  "Far be it
for me to second guess the publishing business, but I'm unsure if you can
publish that story as it is."

"Why?"
I asked.

"People are
going to think I'm some sort of monster.  I'm sure they already do, but I feel
like this won't do much to improve my reputation."

"Oh,"
I said.  "I can change the names if you want?"

"Oh?  To
what?" he asked.