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Patreon Compilation – Fic#252 – Hanzo/Akande – aneki!Hanzo; impregnation kink – Baby Fever Part 2/2
🕑 Added 2023-09-27 05:16:15 +0000 UTCPart 1 (Patreon Link)
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Hanzo/Akande – Hanzo is finally off her birth control and lets herself get dicked like an animal on the rooftop of a fancy restaurant.
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The atmosphere during their dinner had been… thick. Charged. Hanzo could pretty much taste the air around them; taste Akande’s arousal as well as her own as she slowly eats the little morsels of perfect food from her plate.
The din of soft conversations around them only manages to turn her on more for some reason. It has the little hairs on the back of her neck stand on end with a prickle. Her nipples have been pressing against the fabric of her slinky little dress for a while now.
Akande has noticed, of course. His gaze keeps traveling to her tits, his tongue coming out to sensually lick his plump lips. Hanzo’s abdomen clenches sensually whenever she sees it. She’s had his mouth on her pussy just this very morning; being woken by her husband eating her out, her legs thrown over his broad shoulders, unable to shield her poor, plump cunt from his hungry tongue pushing into her over and over again-
She’s leaking. Her cunt is pulsing and slick is smearing between her thighs and ass cheeks with every little movement. She can be lucky her dress is black – that way nobody will see the wet spot she is undoubtedly producing.
As the waiter walks toward them with their desert on a plate, Hanzo’s patience runs thin. She puts her napkin down, her fingers trembling minimally. Akande’s dark eyes immediately slip back toward her from briefly watching the people around them. His eyelids lower halfway as he sees her face.
They’ve known each other’s moods pretty well by now. He must know that something is up. He reaches out, his huge hand gently grasping hers, thumb brushing over the back of her hand.
“What is it, my darling?” he murmurs; that gently accented voice shoots shivers up and down her spine. Her cunt keeps pulsing out slick, stupidly eager to be plugged up by his big, hot cock and filled.
“They have a roof terrace, do they not?” she asks, her low voice trembling.
Akande nods slowly. He smiles but it is more a show of teeth. There is a fire in his eyes now. He’s just as turned on as she is.
His gaze turns up toward the waiter who puts their food down.
“Open the door to the terrace for us. If you please.”
The waiter pauses for a second. The terrace has not been open as they prepare for some festivities the following night but he does not dare to deny them anything. He bows and steps to the side with a deferential: “Of course. Madame. Sir. If you’d please follow me?”
.oOo.
The waiter must know that they’re going to fuck. He simply has to. Hanzo feels like she can smell her own fertile pussy with every step she takes. Her skin is silky from her slick and her swollen clit is stimulated from her thighs moving.
As soon as they are on the rooftop, she is on Akande, clawing at his belt. She doesn’t need him to get naked. As much as she loves touching and tasting his perfect body, she only needs his cock right now.
She only needs his cock ramming into her and hit the mother lode. Quite literally. She needs him to fuck into her until she can feel a warm heat spreading throughout her abdomen.
God she just… she fucking needs-
“Put a baby in me,” Hanzo whispers, her voice low and insistent, eyes focused on Akande’s face looming above her. “ I need you. To put a baby in me. Now.”
She says it like he hasn’t been chomping at the bit for the opportunity for months now. She grabs his dick like she has to force him to do it, all but strangling the thing in her desperate grasp.
He hisses, baring his teeth again. He grabs her by the wrist none-too-gentle and pulls her hand off of him, forcing her back toward the railing of the rooftop terrace. It’s aggressive and possessive and exactly what Hanzo needs right now.
Akande’s free hand grabs the skirt of her slinky little dress and starts pulling it up. His hand forces its way between her thickly muscled thighs, his nostrils flaring as he feels how wet she is for him.
“No underwear,” he rasps, thrusting two thick fingers into her grasping, needy opening.
Hanzo has to claw at the lapels of his dinner jacket, opening her thighs as much as possible while standing up.
“No pills either,” she whispers, voice trembling and eager. “Not for weeks. I’m ready.”
Akande’s eyes flash in the moonlit darkness of the rooftop. He thrusts his fingers deep into her, deep enough to be just on the edge of pain as he fingers her roughly, pressing her against the railing with his own body. She can feel his cock through her dress, pressed against her belly. Hot and throbbing.
“I’m going to get you fat for me,” he whispers, almost like he doesn’t want to be louder than the wet smacking sounds of him fingering her. “I’m going to fill you up until it dribbles back out of your nose, my dear. My beautiful queen.”
Hanzo’s hand jerks up, grabbing her husband by the throat. She feels on the verge of going completely feral.
“Do it,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
Akande grins as if he didn’t have nails like little daggers pressing into the sides of his throat. He takes his fingers from her clutch and grabs her instead around the hips to pull her off her feet.
Hanzo groans, legs wrapping around his hips. His cock does not need any instructions. It finds her plump, open cunt without problem. Hanzo can feel the blunt, warm crown sliding through her gash and stopping at her grasping, hungry opening.
She’s curled her arms around Akande’s neck much like she curled her legs around his hips. She’s hanging on to him, waiting for him to finally fuck a stupid baby into her womb. She wants it so badly. She wants to feel it growing inside of her, her stomach swinging whenever he fucks her… knowing that it’s his.
That he is responsible for this.
But she can’t do a damn thing like this. He’s got an iron grip on her hip, not allowing her to do anything but feel the warm touch of his flexing, eager cock. It dips into her just a sweet inch or two before pulling out again.
She digs her nails slowly into the back of his neck, her eyes large and probably quite a bit crazy.
“If you don’t fuck me know. I will kill you. Sweetheart.” She says it low and threatening. His dark eyes flick over her perfectly painted face. He knows what she is capable of; especially if she wants something.
So he does not argue the fact. Not that he wanted to wait for much longer anyway. He’s been so eager for this moment; losing his mind every time he fucked her because she kept dangling the possibility of impregnating her right in front of his nose.
He lets her cunt drop down on the spear of his cock. Hanzo’s mouth drops open. She is loose-jawed, her insides growing hot and liquid-y at the feeling of her husband’s fat cock reaching so deep inside her.
She doesn’t think she’ll ever get enough of the feeling. She’s just addicted to her husband’s dick. Her tits are pressed against his chest. She’d love it if she could have his mouth on her nipples, teasing and biting and pretty much tickling the orgasm out of her like that but… She wants him to fuck her even more than that.
She wants him to absolutely destroy her on his cock. And Hanzo tells him as much. Her voice throaty and brooking no argument, nails pressing into his skin like a not-so-veiled threat.
“My Queen,” Akande rasps back in confirmation. Not that he needed the threats or the directions or anything, really. He does not thrust; he moves Hanzo like a fleshlight, using her sucking, greedy pussy to slide along his cock.
“Oh, you feel like heaven,” he groans. His body is like steel against Hanzo; he is a mountain, fucking into her and filling her with everything that he has. Fast and rough until she is hiccuping with it, her whole body feeling swollen and full and like she will leak just about everywhere if he pulls his cock out of her before she is damn well ready…
When he comes, it is like he is flooding her insides with it. She thinks she might be biting him but she can’t really figure it out at the moment as she clenches in an orgasm around him, knowing… just knowing that he finally knocked her up. There’s just no way he didn’t. Not after stuffing her full of his hot, creamy cum like this.
God, yes.
