10 #2
The corruption was complete. She was his, body and soul, growing their future with every creampie and every worshipful touch.
The late summer evening air was thick with the scent of pine, damp earth, and wildflowers as Brent led Tanya to the edge of the woods behind the house.
Her pregnancy was more pronounced now—a firm, rounded swell that made her breasts heavier and her body even more sensitive.
The black leather collar sat snug around her throat, and she wore nothing else.
Her bare feet felt the cool grass and soft moss, long red hair swaying down her back.
The gentle weight of her belly, the way her skin stretched tight and warm over the growing life inside, made every movement feel intimate and powerful.
Brent stood tall and shirtless beside her, his muscular frame tense with predatory hunger. His cock was already hard, thick and veiny, jutting out aggressively. The air between them crackled.
“Run, baby girl,” he growled, voice low and dark. “Run for Daddy. Let me hunt my pregnant little mate through the woods and breed you where you belong.”
Tanya’s heart raced, a thrill of fear and arousal flooding her.
She turned and ran, bare feet pounding the forest floor, red hair streaming behind her like fire.
The woods were alive with sound—birds calling, leaves rustling, her own heavy breathing.
Her swollen belly and fuller tits bounced with every stride, a strange new weight that made the chase even more intense.
The collar rubbed against her throat with each movement, a constant reminder.
Brent gave her a head start, then gave chase. His heavier footsteps crashed through the underbrush, closing the distance fast. “You can’t hide from me,” he bellowed, voice echoing through the trees. “That round belly is mine. That pussy is mine. I’m going to catch you and fill you again.”
Tanya darted between trees, heart pounding, pussy already slick and aching.
The cool evening air brushed her naked skin, raising goosebumps on her sensitive, pregnancy-heightened body.
She could feel the gentle movement inside her belly, the way her heavier breasts swayed, nipples tight from the breeze and arousal.
He caught her in a small clearing, strong arms wrapping around her from behind. One big hand splayed protectively over her swollen belly as he pulled her back against his chest. “Got you, my pregnant prey,” he snarled, nipping at her neck. His hard cock pressed hot and thick against her ass.
Tanya moaned, pushing back against him. The forest smelled of earth and sex as Brent spun her around, dropped to his knees, and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue licked broad, hungry stripes through her soaked folds, sucking on her swollen clit while one hand cradled her belly.
“Fuck, you taste even sweeter pregnant,” he groaned against her pussy. “My baby growing in here while I eat this cunt. Such a good little breeder.”
He stood, lifted her easily despite the belly, and pinned her against a thick tree trunk.
The rough bark pressed into her back as he hooked one of her legs over his hip and thrust into her in one powerful stroke.
The stretch was intense—her pregnancy making her pussy even tighter and more sensitive.
Tanya cried out, the sound echoing through the woods.
Brent fucked her hard against the tree, one hand protectively cradling her belly the whole time, the other gripping her hip. “Feel that?” he growled, slamming deep. “My cock so deep in your pregnant cunt. Gonna keep you full forever. This belly is going to get so big with my babies.”
The sensory details overwhelmed her—the rough bark on her skin, the cool evening air on her sweat-slick body, the heavy slap of his balls against her, the way her swollen belly pressed between them, and the deep, possessive thrusts that hit every sensitive spot.
Tanya came hard, her pussy clenching around him as she sobbed his name. Brent followed with a roar, pumping her full of hot cum while holding her belly tenderly.
But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, spun her around, and took her from behind on all fours on the soft mossy ground.
The earth was cool and slightly damp against her palms and knees.
Brent mounted her like an animal, one hand fisted in her red hair, the other cradling her rounded belly as he pounded into her.
“My perfect pregnant mate,” he groaned. “Running from me with my baby inside you. Taking my cock so deep. Gonna breed you again right here in the dirt.”
He fucked her through another shattering orgasm, then filled her a second time, cum leaking out around his cock and dripping onto the forest floor. They stayed locked together for a long time afterward, Brent’s hand gently rubbing her belly as the woods grew quiet around them.
“You’re everything I ever wanted,” he whispered, kissing her neck. “My collared, pregnant, perfect girl. I love watching you grow for me.”
Tanya, spent and glowing in the afterglow, leaned into his touch. The primal chase had only strengthened their bond.
Sarah returned for a weekend visit a couple of weeks later, her car crunching on the gravel driveway under the warm afternoon sun.
The air carried the scent of blooming wildflowers from the woods and the faint, sweet, milky undertone of Tanya’s pregnancy.
Tanya’s belly was now a clear, rounded swell under her loose sundress, her breasts fuller and heavier, nipples sensitive against the fabric.
The collar was hidden beneath a stylish scarf, the plug nestled firmly in her ass, and the remote vibrator already humming low inside her pussy as she stood on the porch beside Brent.
Sarah hugged her tightly, hands brushing Tanya’s swollen belly. “Oh my god, you look incredible! Are you…?”
Tanya blushed, the vibrator buzzing steadily against her G-spot. “Yeah… surprise.”
Brent’s hand rested protectively on her lower back, a possessive smile on his face. “We’re very happy.”
Inside, the house smelled of fresh-baked cookies Tanya had made earlier and the clean, masculine scent of Brent. Sarah chattered excitedly in the living room while they sat on the couch. Brent pulled Tanya onto his lap “for comfort,” his hard cock already free under her dress.
As Sarah talked about college life, Brent slowly lowered Tanya onto his thick cock.
The stretch was intense—her pregnancy making her pussy tighter and more sensitive.
Tanya bit her lip, stifling a moan as he filled her completely, the vibrator pressed tight between his shaft and her walls.
The wet heat of her pussy and the faint creamy sound of her taking him were masked by Sarah’s voice.