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A Licensed Breeder on a Hentai Logic World 15
🕑 Added 2024-07-25 17:10:37 +0000 UTCYoko was an undoubtedly beautiful woman.
The love hotel had a shower with glass walls that fogged up and only let us see each other's figure as we showered, and I'm sure she saw that I'm already hard. I've been building up to this, preparing for this, getting ready for her specifically. I can feel the pressure of her gaze on my cock as I shower, and I deliberately stood in such a position that she could most likely see the silhouette of my cock, blurry as it might've been, on the glass.
I didn't exactly put on a big show, but I need to show her, I even made it a point to make sure my profile would show, showing the length and curve of my dick, and stroked it some to keep it as hard as possibly and so she could see me do it, knowing she was watching.
I didn't bother getting dressed as I toweled myself dry, I came out with my cock rock hard, and I immediately realized she wasn't going to shower, because she was laying on the bed in the most provocative way I could think.
She's removed her pants and her jacket's on a coathook, her shirt's buttons were opened and she's on her back on the bed, arms up as if to pull the thin white fabric of her nearly transluscent shirt off of her body, revealing her lacy, sheer bra that was cut to show off underboob and sideboob, it was probably the most erotic piece of underwear I've seen and that's coming from a breeder, many a woman has worn something sexy to try to entice me for repeat performances.
I felt my body tremble and I swear steam just came out of my nostrils as I laid eyes on her wonderful body, my eyes locked into hers, she stared at me with her eyes half lidded, bedroom eyes similar to many a woman I've serviced in my time, but her golden irises have an intensity to them that's almost scary.
A hunger, deep and terrifying, her hair was still tightly braided, and I got a rush of energy, going from the tips of my toes to the tips of my fingers and all the way to the top of my head, before bouncing from my entire body like ripples in a container that all converged on my cock, trembling and twitching as my gaze lowered to her pussy. I want to bang her into the bed, I want to breed her, I want to inseminate this woman and fuck her so hard that her braid comes apart and she becomes a mess.
My eyes took in every detail of her body, the lines of her cheeks, the shape of her nose, the slight inclination of her eyes, the angle of her brows, the curve of her chin, the contour of her neck, the muscles of her shoulders that rippled slightly as she moved, how her collarbone stood out, how the skin of her chest was flushed and pink, her breasts pushed up and into shape by her erotic and lewd top, I counted every flower and memorized their colors before moving from said bra, admiring the curve of her underboob.
Her stomach was trim, tight and her abdominal muscles showed as she squirmed a little bit in place, as if trying to entice me to hurry up already, her hips raising and twisting slightly, the muscles and bones working in tandem to create the erotic shape of a model of femininity and attractiveness, with flawless, smooth skin, in a pale color that only made the flush of her blood warming up and coursing through her body, arousal and excitement showing as plain as your erect cock.
She wore a black thong in the same style as her bra, but even tinier, strings so thin they were hiding nothing resting high on her hips, connecting a lacy, sheer triangle of fabric decorated with fabric to what I expected would likely be an even tinier triangle in the back, stretched in the front, near the bottom of her crotch, by her cameltoe, slightly darker and more opaque not because of the fabric, but because she was already wet.
As I gaze upon her I take my cock in my hands and pump it a few times, making sure I'm hard, and making sure her eyes track my movements as I do it. I've gathered a lot of experience, and I can tell that she loves seeing this, watching me, I'm not going to hide the fact that I desire her as intensely as I do, that my body burns for her, because I know it's making her intensely desire me in turn.
This is about so much more than just tab A in slot B, so much pleasure can be shared by playing with each other, without ever touching sex to sex. This show, this display, the hunger I can see in her as she directs her smoky gaze at me. This pleasure is so potent, the anticipation it's building upon me is almost asphyxiating.
The room around us is a generic love hotel room, there's a mirror in the ceiling, there's enough space for us to put our clothes but none of that matters, it's slowly fading away from my perception until only the bed, and my partner, remain. This is what it means to be a breeder, to focus not on the world around us, but to focus on our partner, to focus on the woman that we are to impregnate, and to feel this mission in my mind, this searing thought...
To breed this woman, to make her feel the pleasure of a cock plundering her and leaving her with a little something to remember the experience, for us to meet in the middle and create new life together... every woman was different, every woman wanted something different from their partner, but each and every single one that was in this program wanted fundamentally the same thing at the very core.
To fulfill a deep seated and primal desire of humankind...
To reproduce.
I stepped close to her, no longer stroking my cock. Getting on the bed, I kneewalked until I was between her legs, pushing them apart with my knees to give myself access to them. Her expression is hiding nothing, a cross between amusement, excitement and anticipation of her own as I get closer to her, until I'm looming down upon her like a titan before an unsuspecting mortal.
It's an intoxicating sensation of power that is hard to describe, it's exciting and powerful.
She doesn't speak and neither do I, even as I lean down, guiding my cock to her panty-covered mound, rubbing the dark red, almost purple head of my prick against her pussy through the wet fabric of her sheer panties. It's almost like it wasn't even there, like it were liquid and parting as my cock rubs against her cunt lips through it.
My eyes meet hers once more, her pink tongue comes out of her mouth and she licks her upper lip slowly, deliberately, as if telling me that she's savoring the sensation of my cock against her pussy, but I can also see a desire for more, for more stimulation, for greater stimulation, a desire to feel more of my cock, not on her, but in her.
And this is where it's at.
Her chest is rising and falling rhythmically, but it's obvious that she's not quite in control this time. The intensity is different, and I think she's aware that I'm not the way I was last time. I can't, won't, be overconfident this time, I refuse to let myself be the obstacle. I will pleasure this woman, I will satisfy this woman, I will invade this woman and make sure to plant my seed in her womb before I'm gone.
But enough of the melodramatic bullshit.
My right hand runs along her thigh, starting from her knee, all the way up her smooth, flushed skin until I reach her crotch, hooking around the side of her thong and pulling it aside, revealing her bare, reddened pussy lips, which seem to almost open like a blooming flower as I liberate them from the constraining lingerie, revealing her pink insides overflowing with nectar.
I can feel my nostrils flaring, I can feel the heat of my own breath, I can almost imagine the clouds of steam coming out through them.
Her body twitches, her muscles seize, and her body seems to understand what's about to happen as I once again guide my dick to her crotch, this time not bothering to play around and instead using my hand and my prick against her pink inner labia, her wet insides offering little to no resistance, and in fact, I could almost feel her wet cunt smooching my cock like a housewife greeting her husband after a day's hard work.
She's got an incredible body, every way I look at her, and just how she feels, she's incredible, on a level above the regular women I've been with... I have to keep myself in check. Even now my body's losing it as I feel the intense pleasure of her wet warmth on my cock as I rub her cunt until I feel I've found the right position.
A little push makes it clear as I begin to slip into a tight, narrow and flexible hole that offers only token resistance before it opens up and swallows me down when I push with only the slightest bit more insistence.
She gasps and so do I and it's immediately obvious neither of us wants to lose immediately but it's hard, it's incredibly hard, not just my cock but keeping myself together as I push into her body, as my cock splits her insides, the folds, creases and bumps of her pussy seem like they're straight up designed to hit the weak points and sensitive areas of my cock. Tensing my muscles, my abs, my ass, my shoulders and back, clenching my fists, leaning down and bunching up the sheets with one of my hands, I opened my eyes and realized I had almost crashed on her, our noses were almost touching, the pleasure was so intense.
But I wasn't defeated. Not yet.
Her eyes are filled at first by surprise as I look down at her, so close yet stopping at the edge. Surprise, and satisfaction.
I pushed all the way in, I made it all the way in, I'm wholly inside her, a pussy so tight that it felt like a tight velvet covered vise wrapped around my cock.
Moving my hand from the bed to her chest, I began to play with her breasts, rubbing the heel of my palm against her exposed underboob and using two fingers to play with her nipple, hard and stiff to the point it was visible even under the erotic lingerie she wore.
As I did this, I rocked my hips, left, right, up and down, not quite going in and out of her, but instead, working her muscles, getting her ready. This is not so different from fucking a tight virgin cunt for the first time, a service breeders also provided on the regular for women who hadn't found the time or opportunity for it.
But she's not a virgin, it's not the same thing, this is an immediate difference, she's not stiff, she's not stretching unused muscles...
She's looking up at me, and I can see the twinkle of amusement, she knows what she's doing, it's deliberate, she definitely knows what she's doing to me, what her body's doing to me, and she's in full control now...
But that's just not how it is.
After all, a breeder's ultimate goal is to pleasure their partner... when our role was first created, when the first among us were starting to become licensed by the state, our roles were informed by the first among us, a man who had made a fortune and empire, the legendary Doctor had laid the path for us all to follow.
And even now, his guidance applies to this day.
This isn't about me, this isn't about her.
It's about us. What we both crave even more than the raw sexual pleasure is this singular moment of connection.
It's not just the orgasm, it's the shared experience of it.
I bare myself to her, and unconsciously, she bares herself to me, because this is what we human beings are all about, we are social creatures, and we've developed into lewd creatures.
So I pull back, and I tilt my head, and I mash my lips to hers, and play with her tits with one hand and hold her down by the shoulder with the other.
I'm moving then. I'm not slow, I'm not building up. Within moments I've changed the paradigm, my kiss took her out of her groove, my tongue slipping past her lips to wrestle with her own tongue has caused her surprise, disrupted the control of our motion, the waves of pleasure from her delicious cunt didn't stop, but they changed, they became erratic, irregular, her rhythm and pace destroyed.
Because at the very core of her being I can tell that this woman wants nothing more than to be challenged, to be fought on equal terms.
She wants me to fuck her as hard as she's fucking me, if not even harder. She wants an equal, not a lesser that she can just dominate.
So I'm gonna give it to her.
And give it to her HARD.
The bed immediately starts to creak and protest, I'm not wasting any time, my muscles burn from the sudden kickstart, and I'm furiously pounding her from above, skin on skin, my knees slide back a little and my angle changes.
My hands and mouth leave her mouth and tits, I can't let her get accustomed, her body is like a drug, it's addictive and intoxicating, and the pleasure she's making me feel, especially as the living being that is her pussy adapts to my cock's shape and motions and starts to gain the upper hand again.
So I smirk, and grab her, pulling her up and onto me, moving so I can roll, ensuring that I lift her body as I do and so that I can lie on my back on the bed, while she's sitting on my lap, my cock still inside her. This isn't what she expected, but she's moving in a heartbeat, her hips raising as she plants her knees and shins and toes on the bed, placing her hands on my shoulders and chest, looking down at me with smoky eyes.
She slams down, powerfully, the slap of skin on skin resounding in the room and making my entire body feel the vibration, especially my cock in her pussy. The hair tie binding her braid together snaps, and her red hair becomes a halo sprayed behind her. Something else has snapped, and her eyes close, her expression breaks, she lets out a long, lewd and mewling moan that is so unlike her demeanor.
At a fundamental level, we understood each other, we faced each other, we matched each other.
She's bouncing, her motions are perfect, practiced, she hits the exact right angle she needs to, then twists a little, moves this way and that way, before she pulls up and then comes down again, letting me feel everything, stroking my cock with her walls while she ensures that I hit every single sensitive spot within her.
I'm not idle either. My hands reach for hers, I link my fingers with her, offering her all the support she needs, I hold her up with my strength, and she lets loose. It's no longer a competition. Sex is a two player game, and it's not a competitive one.
She's moaning, wordless cries of pleasure, and no longer holding back, so neither am I. My voice joins hers as I thrust into her from below, meeting her hips as she comes down with my own, our crotches mashing together, the pleasure melting us both, leaving reason out, every thought slipping out of my brain until nothing else matters but me, her, and the pleasure of our sexes upon one another.
"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she's moaning desperately, she's shaking, vibrating even, I don't know how much of a new experience this is for her, I don't know if she's ever felt like this, but I haven't, every woman, every experience is unique, and she's no different, she's no less amazing than any of the women I've been with, once, twice or more besides, the waves of pleasure crash upon me as her cunt starts going wild.
There is no competition, we just want the other to cum from the bottom of our hearts.
And the moment my goal is achieved, I let go, let loose, I can feel my balls retracting into my body, squeezing out semen, defying gravity as my cock shoots up directly into her, going as deep as it could possibly go in a single shot, as her cunt continues to stroke me from within, I can feel a sensation as if she was sucking, slurping and swallowing me up, I can feel in my mind the image of a million sperm cells rushing towards her eggs, awaiting excitedly.
She crashes down upon me, and we kiss once more, and she's rocking her hips again, and my cock is still hard and throbbing, and will be until she and I are satisfied and have had enough of each other, not to be the case for a long time yet...
In fact, we would not tire of one another, until deep into the night, when exhaustion made us both fall asleep, embracing one another, because this beautiful woman kept my cock hard and my semen flowing for several hours.
And yet...
In the morning, she slept.
When I woke up, I understood something wasn't right. Wasn't correct.
Something wasn't what it seemed.
I patted her head, kissed her cheek and left her a note. She was amazing, after all, it was the least I could do.
Dressed once again, I moved almost in a daze, like I was walking through heavy mist, until I found myself in an office I knew well.
My feet walked almost on their own, the conviction in my heart carried me. Nobody stopped me, it seemed like nobody could see me for some reason, even as people bustled around, working in administrative positions and doing typical office things.
I finally entered a small office, one assigned to a seemingly unimportant worker.
"Something's bothering me," I finally said as I entered.
"Oh hey Tsukiko, good morning, how are you, all good?" she responded jokingly.
My eyes settled on Tsukiko. There was always something weird about her, something off. Even from the first day, I remember, but I couldn't understand it, couldn't put it into words until last night, until I did everything I did with Yoko. Even though I felt like I walked in thick fog all the way up here, it felt like the blinders were gone.
"Something's bothering me about you," I insisted. "Why'd you show up to my apartment yourself? Why'd you support me so much more than the usual breeders get? Why'd you keep showing up and encouraging me?" I asked.
"You're a good guy and I like you?" she said. "I mean, not to be mean but you rocked my world you know," she said with a giggle.
"We've done it a lot but you're still not pregnant," I said, "you always seem to know what's going on, and nothing ever seems to faze you... because everything, all of this, it's just a game to you, isn't it?"
"Eh? This is my job you know!" Tsukiko protested.
"I can't even tell what you look like right now," I said, my eyes narrowed, squinting as I tried to look at her. I could see it, she had shoulder length brown hair, a slightly plain face, an average body.
But she didn't.
"It's faint, but- it's like you just slide right out of my thoughts even when I try to focus on you. It's like my brain's telling me you're not special, you're pretty but not beautiful, you've got a good body but you're neither voluptuous nor petite nor slender nor chubby, you're... perfectly average in every way, even your skin seems to be an average between tanned and pale..."
"Sheesh, is that it? Way to throw it in my face that I don't compare to-"
"Who are you?" I finally accused.
"Me?" she asked, looking at me, her eyes focusing on mine.
"You and Yoko are the same kind of being aren't you?" I asked, "the gold in your eyes is showing by the way."
"It is?!" she stood up from her chair, knocking it back and waving her hand, a mirror appearing from thin air for her to look into it - only to realize her disguise was still in place.
She looked at me, pouted and then the image of the office lady was gone, and in its place was an extraordinarily voluptuous woman. Her hair was many shades lighter than Yoko's, of an enchanting pink color, she wore a white suit jacket with no shirt underneath, showing off her body, and a tight tube miniskirt that hid nothing, dark stockings and had a pair of square rimmed glasses and a little hat that brought the outfit together.
"Oh, sheesh," she laughed. "And to think, you saw through me this easily!" she said, clapping her hands. "But I'll have to correct you on one thing. Yoko and I are nothing alike," she said, and suddenly she was on me and I was resting on a loveseat that hadn't been there before. "Yoko is a fledgling, a little kit just starting to take her first steps into the world, enthusiastic and hopeful," she spoke, her fingers cupping my chin and tilting my head up, golden eyes sparkling. "She's been hoping to meet a man that would please her, but I'm different."
"Different?" I asked.
"Oh yes, very different," she moaned, "I didn't come here hoping to meet a man," she said, and I realized that she was straddling me, hiking up her skirt to show she wore lingerie just as fancy as Yoko's.
My hands rested on her butt and on her thighs. Tsukiko was... pretty. Very pretty. Enchantingly, bewitchingly pretty, and there was much of her that I realized now was not changed even as she revealed what lurked beneath the image of the almost painfully average office worker. "Then what?" I asked, as I looked up at her.
She looked down at me.
"I'm not so passive a girl," she moaned, "I decided that in order to have the partner I wanted, I would make that partner myself," she spoke. "This world was boring, oh so boring, and the travelers brightened it up for me, but it wasn't enough, I needed more... watching over all the women who became so happy, I knew I had to have a similar happiness for myself..."
"So what then?" I asked. "Are you telling me that everything has been some sort of plan?" I asked. "For what? To get me here, now, at this point?"
She giggled. "Not so much of a plan really," she said, "I just looked for someone who had that spark I love so much, and then I just nudged you and brought escalating challenges to you~!" she said.
"Does Yoko know?" I asked.
She winked at me... most likely not, then.
"So what now?" I asked. "Are you going to... do something to me because I know?"
"What now?" she hummed. "Now," she hummed, "I want you to use every bit of experience and knowledge you've gained, and put a baby in me, my beloved breeder," she moaned into my ear.
In a moment I felt like I was falling but suddenly I was in a heavenly fluffy bed, a canopy of feathers and downy fur around us. She was nude then, and so was I. Had I walked out of the love hotel naked? Just how much power did this woman have?
"What are you really?" I asked Tsukiko.
"I believe your kind calls mine a god," she said, her hand on my cheek, "but none of that matters... come here, mortal, conquer the final frontier and breed my fertile goddess pussy, let's make a new world together..!"
She has a slightly crazed look on her face, and I realized immediately that this is going to truly be the greatest challenge I've ever faced.
But... to tell you the truth, I've never been a devout believer in any sort of religion.
And personally?
I closed my eyes, sighed and moved, grabbing her by the backs of her knees, and rolling, forcing her on her back, raising her legs and doubling her so her knees hit her shoulders, pink hair going all over.
"Goddess or whatever," I said, "you're still a woman," I said, cheekily looking down at her, "and that means this is official breeder business!"
Tsukiko is still Tsukiko, whatever else might be.
"Mhm... I think I prefer the title... wife!" the divine woman below me said. "Come and breed me, husband♥!" she said, grabbing onto my shoulders with her hands and pulling me into a kiss as I sank my flesh into hers and we became united into a single being.
