by Jayden
Welcome back for some more Kinktober! I have two posts to share with you today. Biting for the 8th and Pregnancy/Impreg for the 9th. Enjoy!
Day 8
Jayden – Biting
This one is a true story that took place on October 8th, which was Biting Day for Kinktober! What a happy coincidence. 🙂
I spread my legs wide, making room for him to crawl between them. His tongue flicked against my clit, and I groaned and grasped at the sheets, trying to hold onto to something, anything, so I wouldn’t feel like I was going to float away on the euphoria. My hips gently pressed against his face, urging him to continue, to keep licking me. God, it was amazing.
And then he stopped, and I wondered if his fingers were going to find their way inside me, but no… his teeth sunk into my inner thigh, I felt the suck and then the bite, and all of my feeling was focused on that one spot on my thigh, the sharp pain.
“Ahhh!” I cried out, my upper body coming up off the bed. “Ahhh!”
The pressure lessened and then stopped, and I lay panting on the bed. “Did you like that, slut?”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered.
“Do you want another one?”
Did I want more of that sharp pain? No! But the dull ache that the bite had left on my right leg was exactly what I wanted. More. I wanted more of that. “Yes, Master,” I whispered again.
His teeth sunk into my left thigh, and the sharp pain masked the dull ache from the last bite. I cried out again, gripping the sheets in pain instead of pleasure this time. But as with the other one, it lessened and then stopped.
And then his fingers sought my clit, rubbing it in circles, just the way I liked it.
“How does that feel, slut?”
“Good, Master.”
His fingers pressed against one of the bite marks, and I cried out and tried to move his fingers off. It wasn’t a conscious decision, it just hurt, but it emphasized that ache that I loved so much.
I groaned and bucked against his fingers, reveling in the feeling the bites had left on me, and I just hoped that when he shoved his waiting hard cock into me, he would sink his teeth into me again, and again.
Day 9
Jayden – Prengancy/Impreg
“Oh god!” I cried. “Yes!”
“Do you want me to cum, whore?”
“Yes, Master! Please cum!”
“But my cock is right up against your cervix.”
He had me pinned down on the bed with his whole body. My large breasts squished into the mattress, his fingers entwined with mine, holding me down. I loved feeling pinned like that. “I don’t care.”
“But you stopped your pill.”
“I don’t care.”
He thrust into me a few more times and then growled, “With my cock right up against your cervix like this, I’ll knock you up for sure.”
“I know, Master.”
“Is that what you want?”
I had tried to deny it for weeks, months. But it was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to feel his seed bury its way inside me. I wanted to feel my womb grow heavy. I wanted my breasts to be sore, not from his teeth and his fingers but from carrying his baby. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to feel it all to that minute detail, but it was there, weighing on my mind. And I found myself panting at the thought, my pussy clenching, my heart racing. “Yes, Master. Cum. Bathe my cervix in your seed. Knock me up. I want it. I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Please, Master, please, please,” I found myself chanting it over and over as I thrust back against him, rotating my hips just the way he liked, trying to make him cum faster. I wanted to feel it. I needed it.
And when he released inside me, I felt satisfaction at hearing his grunt, feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck. When his cock stopped pulsing inside me, his lips pressed against my jaw in a kiss, and his cock slipped out. “Come on now, let’s get those hips up.”
“Hmm?” I said, my eyes heavy with exhaustion after our lovemaking.
“We want to make sure you keep all that precious seed inside you.”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered, and I lifted my hips while he slid a pillow under them. And then he wrapped me in his arms and held me close while we fell asleep, both wondering if this would be the time the pregnancy took. If right then, that night, his seed was working its way into my egg. I slept more soundly in his arms that night than I had in a long time.
J R Vincente 