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#cons: he'll be over a year and a half by the time i breed
l1tw1ck · 2 years
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Breeding Mr. Aizawa
Your rut started earlier than you expected it to
FTM!Aizawa x Top!Werewolf!Male Reader
Request - Part 2
Warnings: Non-Con to Con, Knotting, Breeding, Age Gap, Rutting, Nipple Play, Womb Fucking
notes: im not all that knowledgeable on knotting so i read a ton of fics for this 😭 sorry if anything seems off
Words: 784
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"Sir, can I maybe do some extra credit to raise my grades?" You look down at Aizawa, giving him puppy eyes.
"There's no extra credit. You'll just have to do better in the future." He shakes his head. "Maybe you can ask Midoriya for help." He pats your shoulder.
You impulsively push him to the floor, breathing hard and feeling a sudden need to take. To take what should be yours.
You've had a crush on Aizawa for a long time and him touching you while you were so close to your rut made it impossible to hold back.
"Hey!" He yells. Before he can get up you get on top of him and pin his hands to the ground with one hand.
You rub your knee against his crotch as you use your free hand to rip his shirt off. You throw his scarf to the side, preventing him from using it to fight back.
"Get off me. Now."
You ignore him, sucking on his nipple while your hand works the other.
"I'm not...kidding. I'm going to...have you...expelled.." He squirms around, trying to fight back against the pleasure. You switch to his other breast, giving it the same amount of love as you did the other with your mouth. You move your mouth off and admire your work, his nipples were hard and covered in saliva.
Next, you rip his pants off then his underwear following shortly after.
He kicks you desperately but to no avail. For a student, you're much stronger than he is. Especially in the state you're in now.
His desperation gets worse when he sees your dick. "Stop!" He struggles in your hold. There was no way he could handle your entire size.
He gasps as you force yourself into him, tears involuntarily fall from his eyes. It's been so long since he's cried.
You lean into his ear, growling. "You're tight." You move further in, not even half way yet.
Aizawa whimpers, he couldn't even speak from the amount of pain he was in.
"Relax baby...It'll only hurt more."
He hated that you called him, a 31 year old man, baby. He wanted to keep resisting but he knew you wouldn't stop no matter what.
"That's right.." You push more of yourself inside him, almost completely in.
"Stop...don't...don't go any further."
You ignore him, grabbing his thighs and positioning him into a mating press. You plunge the rest of your size into him, hitting directly at his cervix and earning a loud moan from Aizawa.
He repeats the word 'no' over and over as you forcefully push through his cervix and into his womb. Aizawa eyes roll to the back of his head as an unbelievable amount of squirt gushes out from him.
He leans back, surprised that he hasn't passed out already.
"Please...pull out."
"But you feel good." You start moving, fucking his poor stretched out pussy.
Aizawa moans, quickly losing himself to the pleasure. "Oh~! (Surname) please~ no more~!"
You nip at his neck before going for a full bite. Aizawa gasps at how sharp your teeth are. It was definitely gonna leave an obvious mark, thankfully his scarf would be able to cover it up. He can feel how warm you are, it was clear to him what was happening. You were in rut, and he assumes that you only pounced on him because he was the closest person to you.
"So good.." You mumble, getting close to an orgasm. Aizawa moans feeling you swell up inside him.
"Close~" You squeeze his breast, pulling on his already hard nipple.
He was educated enough on ruts to know that you weren't going to pull out. You were going to fill his womb with cum and he'll just have to take it.
He comes at the thought of it, his morals and resistance turned to dust because of your thick cock. He was going to blame it on your pheromones later.
"More~! Fuck!" He moans shamelessly.
"Gonna give you my pups~" You groan, getting closer and closer.
He prays he doesn't get pregnant from this.
You finally come, knotting in him. You were pumping out so much cum Aizawa was impressed that nothing spilled out.
"Mine." You growl, letting go of his legs and resting on top of his body.
Aizawa takes this as an opportunity to finally catch his breath and process everything that happened. He'll have to get the morning after pill later and pray it was a safe day.
If he didn't end up pregnant he'd definitely want to turn this into a frequent thing.
"I can...I think I can turn your F into an A.."
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theroguerowan · 3 years
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nothing like a crisis at 2 am about whether i should breed Hagrid again before he’s too old or go ahead with my plans to breed to a younger, but not as good, male. 🙃
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sorryimanon · 3 years
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Pregnancy Scare
Pairings: Pro-hero!Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+, breed kink mentioned, and pure fluff
Summary: “We gotta have them while we’re young, right babe?”
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"Fuck, baby, slow down —shit," You pleaded over and over as the harsh thrusting from your boyfriend increased rapidly. In return, Bakugou gently slaps your face, grabs the flushed flesh, and forces you to stare deeply in his sunken crimson eyes. A small grin spreads across his face from ear to ear, causing the coil within you to loosen a bit more.
"Come on babe, I know you can take it. I know my pretty little slut can handle a few more thrusts, eh?" He coos into the soft shell of your ear before leaning back. "Fuck— you look so hot like this."
He's referring to the way how he has your body contorted into an almost fetal position, your legs bent so far back that even your spine was giving out. Bakugou became enthralled instantly seeing your overly spread core glistening with need, with his cock. It gave him the incentive to piston his hips in pure vigorous rage, having you pleading, moaning, grabbing ahold of anything to steady yourself.
"K-Katsuki, I'm coming. I'm coming..." You mind numbingly kept spewing the same words into the couch cushions.
"Yeah?" He quirked up an eyebrow. Katsuki elevated his hips a little higher, diving deeper into your pussy, ricocheting beautiful groans out of his throat due to the new position. "I wanna come inside that pussy. Let me come inside baby —shit shit shit."
This was entirely new grounds for the both of y'all. Despite being on birth control for the past year and a half, Katsuki has been anal about using protection, not willing to risk and become the .1% and get you knocked up. Especially since Bakugou recently jumped up in the ranks, scoring him the number four spot on the hero billboards. So, having a kid was out of the question.
But tonight he was willing to test those risks and fuck you raw.
Coming home after another strenuous day of work, you had an inkling that your boyfriend needed some relief, taking in the prominent scarring tissue on his arms and trademark bloody nose, the unforeseen events of what he'll do tonight excited you. What you weren't expecting was for Bakugou to trap you on the couch by the sheer weight of his body mass, kissing you feverishly, clawing away at your clothes — ripping the shorts you were wearing, and continued his brash ministrations till you both were completely naked.
Hearing him asking you — almost demanding, to come inside triggered your climax immediately, fingernails raking red lines on his muscular back as you screamed in ecstasy. Your voice came out as a whimper, not finding the words to tell him to pull out. His mouth attached to yours momentarily, hushing the sweet sounds you were making, and shot his load into your aching womb. Warmth begun to spread down below. Too much. You can practically feel everything dribble out slowly, a canal of the leftover reaching your inner thigh. It felt weird, and surprisingly even more messier than Bakugou finishing on your face. You couldn't complain though, because Bakugou found the strength to pull out finally, disappearing into the bathroom, bringing over a wash cloth and cleaned the residue off of your skin.
Snuggling up next to you after some time, Bakugou caged you against his chest, sighing to himself once you relaxed in his arms.
"You remembered to take your birth control this morning, right?" He asked.
Oh. Oh, shit shit shit shit shit.
No wonder everything felt odd. What were you supposed to say? Lie? A white lie never hurt nobody, but maybe, it'll hurt this explosive blonde. But the pros were substantially outweighing the cons. And there’s a slim chance you'll get pregnant over this one mishap. Very, very, fucking slim. No need to get worked up about this, right?
"Of course I did," you replied back, acutely aware of your hesitation.
Bakugou mumbled out a quick 'good girl' and kissed your forehead before drifting off to sleep. Unbeknownst to him, you had trouble falling asleep, constantly waking up between short breaks, only to find out a you slept for a total of 45 minutes.
Later into the night you slipped out of his hold and dragged yourself into your bedroom. For the first time in awhile, you slept alone without the security of Bakugou's presence.
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"I think Y/N's pregnant," Bakugou nonchalantly says to his friend, Kirishima, while they were in the middle of a patrol, covering their perimeter again before deciding to head back to the agency.
Kirishima whirled. "Really? What makes you think that?"
"Well for one I caught her throwing up this morning, and the previous morning too now that I'm mentioning it. Idiot said it was nothing to worry about. But then I overheard her on the phone with her friend. She sounded so frantic and scared, asking them to get her a pregnancy test." Bakugou paused, noticing a couple of kids walking up to the heroes , holding out their notebooks and some memorabilia for the blonde to sign. A few signatures, selfies, and half assed hugs later, the kids left the two men to scurry off in the direction of their agency building.
Kirshima tentatively placed a hand on his friends shoulder. "Looks like you two need to talk. I know she’s a strong woman, but you shouldn't let her do this alone. Be there for her bro, like a man," he said, his tone rather serious.
Bakugou nodded, letting the red heads words settle, and took them into consideration when he shortly arrived back at your shared residence. After peeling off his hero gear, Katsuki prepared the bath for your return, plopping in some oils that you've preached about in the past, lighting a few scented candles, and tested out the temperature of the water with the swipe of his finger. Feeling satisfied, he saunters over to the kitchen to make your favorite meal.
"Babe, I'm home!" You announced, kicking off your shoes and hanging up your scarf in the hallway.
You follow the trail of heaven, the sweet and savory scent leading you to the confines of the kitchen, revealing the familiar blonde in the middle of cooking something.
Katsuki looked over his shoulder, his expression unrecognizable.
"Foods almost done. Just waiting for it to cool off," Bakugou said, searching around the spacious kitchen for the plates. There was a long pause. "Also, we need to talk...after when we're done eating I mean."
This caught you off guard.
"Oh! Um, okay? Is it something bad?" You bit the inside of your mouth.
"No— yes, I mean, unless we make it out to be, then yeah I guess."
"Alright".
You couldn't stomach the delicious meal that your boyfriend served to you, the nerves coursing through your system; ruining your appetite, forceing heaps amount of the seasoned delicacy without actually savoring it. Which is downright painful. Oblivious to the severity of his words, Bakugou ate in defeating silence, periodically stopping to stare in your direction during intakes of bites, then continued shoveling more food into his mouth. Upon finishing his meal he stood up abruptly, chair screeching behind him, and fished both of your plates and retreated away from you. This gave you some time to compose yourself and think.
Did you say something off putting this morning? Surely he didn't take your second offense opinion about how he should stop wearing such tight restraint shorts at the gym, no matter how appealing his sculpted, gluteal appendages were. You kinda got tired seeing pictures of him floating around on the internet of him doing bench presses, toned legs fully on display, the sweat secreting from his body painting him in a glistening sheen, all the while the main focus was on his firm buttocks.
But that's besides the point.
What could've possibly transpired between the hours of then and now to make him so unapproachable to you?
While listing plausible scenarios in your head, Katsuki trailed back over and grabbed one of your wrists, reeling you to straighten up and notice his presence again.
"Is it time to talk?" You asked quietly, as if someone were to be hiding and listening in on the conversation.
All he did was nod, give your wrist a flick, and motion you to follow him into the bathroom. Following behind like a lost puppy homesick of its owner, you found yourself standing in the middle of the bathroom, half naked and shaking. The only source of light being the herbal candles, casting unflattering shadows upon your skin. Bakugou beat you to punch and shimmed out from his clothing and dipped into the water, arms on either side of the tubs frame. Although it may seem inviting, you mistakenly remember his urgent request to talk.
Putting your anxiety aside, you drop the towel that was hugging your naked frame and started easing yourself into the room temperature bath water, sighing appreciatively. Your boyfriend flashes you an off handed smirk and opens his legs wider, an unspoken encouragement for you to join. You accepted graciously by scooting face forward, your backside eventually hitting his chiseled chest. Next thing you knew his arms were around you, capturing you in a tight hold. Fingers danced across the underside of your belly, tickling you in the process. Bakugou became weirdly enraptured by your stomach. His hands never left the surface, carefully tracing patterns of whatever he was creating in his mind, while humming softly to a tone you couldn't recognize. You relaxed, eyes fluttering close due to the calming atmosphere.
Was this the calm before the storm? Whatever was brewing, you wished it would stall for awhile. This is all you dreamt of and more.
"I can't believe a little gremlin is growing inside you," Bakugou whispered.
Still in your own little world, you could only make out the phrases 'gremlin' and 'inside'.
"Huh? What did you say babe?" You asked, eyes barely opened.
He chuckled. "I said idiot, I can't believe something is growing inside you." Then he kneads your stomach as emphasis.
Wait. What?
Then it registers. Bakugou thinks you’re pregnant. Holy shit, Bakugou thinks you’re pregnant!
Just the thought of it brought you into an induce laughing fit. Perplexed, Bakugou grunted out a small 'What's so funny?' as he stepped out from the tub, leaving you thrashing and splashing, creating a makeshift tsunami.
You threw a pointed finger at him. "I'm not pregnant! Where the hell did you get that idea from?"
"You've been throwing up this past week! Not to mention you called your friend to pick up a goddamn pregnancy test!" He sounded incredulous.
“You can chose to not believe me, but I got a stomach virus from the night when we— well, decided to be stupid and not use protection.” You avoided his gaze all the while explaining. “And as for the pregnancy test...”
You got out from the tub, unaware at his attempt to steady you, and walked over to the small trash can. Opening it up you rummage through band aide wrappers, make up wipes, old cream containers, and used tissue paper to find what you were looking for. There, front and center was the familiar white stick, showcasing —load and behold, a red horizontal line. Bakugou snatches the thing from your hands and inspects it more throughly, convinced you might be playing a devious prank on him. You surprise him by laying down not one, but two more tests on the bathroom counter, all which were mirroring the same results.
“I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t lying to myself and got one of my friends to bring me some tests. And as you can see, all of them are negative,” you meekly explain to your boyfriend, who is still starring at the tests like they were ticking time bombs.
Confirming that the line is indeed, real, only then does Bakugou express an emotion you've never witnessed before.
Discouraged? No. Mad? No, much more than that.
He was utterly, and irrevocably, disappointed.
"Katsuki, are you alright?" You prodded towards the man you love, gently tipping his chin to look up at you.
"Y-yeah I'm fine. Just quit looking at me like that," his eyes upheld yours, but his body began to tremble. He tried to maneuver his way out of your grasp, but no prevail.
Was Katsuki disappointed that you weren’t...pregnant?
“Katsuki you know we can’t have kids, you said it yourself. Putting them in a stressful environment will only make things worse,” You reasoned.
“Yeah, well, my past self can go eat shit,” he mumbled out, a cute tint of red flushing his ears.
You arched an eyebrow at his self deprecated comment. “Oh? And what’s that suppose to mean?”
“It means....”
Suddenly, the ground was swept beneath you, causing you to emit a passive squeal, throwing your hands up in front of you to brace for impact. Your entire upper body was upside down, the other half propped on Bakugou’s shoulder. You banged your fists as an act of defiance in order for him to put you down. Bakugou ignored you and carried you out of the humid room. In your line of vision you can see the hallway that leads to your guys’ bedroom, the door slightly ajar. Unceremoniously, Bakugou tossed you onto the bed and hovered over your soaked body. Right then and there, he didn’t give an ounce of a fuck about his previous ideologies on kids, and why he even thought the mere image of you carrying his child was outrageously abhorrent to him.
But that’s all he’s been thinking about. His mind plagued on someday watching you struggle to put on shirts, not being able to walk without needing a break to sit down, growing bigger and more voluptuous every day. He needed it now.
“We gotta have them while we’re young, right babe?”
And right he was.
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AN: ah yes. bakugou, a breeding kink, and fluff. the perfect trifecta.
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afterhoursfic · 4 years
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Geralt isn't sterile, because of... whatever reasons you want (second set of mutations? just lucky?) and he gets off like crazy on breeding whores/women he forces. Maybe he'll accept sex as payment for a contract if the village is too poor to pay (or he insists on it even if they can, when he smells a cute little virgin,) growling about how he's going to get a witcher pup on them, so everyone knows what a ruined slut they are, while they cry and beg him not to but can't possibly stop him.
Warning: non con
I really loved this prompt and I hope you enjoy it.
P.s. my dirty talk is uh not great so forgive that please 
P.p.s The whole thing with the potion and letter in Oxenfurt is canon in the game so our boy could be out there doing this
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When he got Shani to sneak him into Oxenfurt academy to look for information on O'Dimm, admittedly he didn't expect much, and he definitely didn't expect to see a letter posted on a door about his encounter with two academics in Flotsam what felt like decades ago.
In truth, he had forgotten about the whole encounter, of two men who approached him to ask if he would drink a potion, and against his better judgment, had done it. He didn't know the point in it, he was still a witcher, his hair stayed white, he didn't go blind, and his dick didn't shrink so could he be blamed for the whole thing being lost to the back of his mind.
Although now it is apparent that the potion did have a purpose, to make him fertile again, and the academics had even had a spy follow him to monitor his progress, or at least to have proof that the potion worked in the form of expanding bellies as they had called it.
Clearly, his reputation for bedding women preceded him, but as he thought back on the past year or so, most of his encounters had been with sorceresses, and in one memorable case a succubus, beings incapable of bearing child, although there could be one woman, Violet? Viola? that he had paid for at the Passiflora almost seven months past, and if he were to see if there was any truth to this, any chance that the potion even worked, that would be his best bet.
He abandoned his quest then, forgetting entirely about O'Dimm, Von Everec, and dirty dealings as he raced out of Oxenfurt and turned towards Novigrad.
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It took a week until he reached the Passiflora and he'd barely stepped through the door before the Madame of the house was cussing him out for getting her best girl pregnant, too stunned about the whole situation he didn't even stop the woman from shoving him out of the brothel.
He barely had the mind to grab the woman's wrist, begging to know where Viola lived so he could find out the facts, he was supposed to be sterile after all and to make reparations as well. In the end, he had to use axii on the woman, but he managed to get an address out of her and it wasn't much longer that he was knocking on the woman's door.
As soon as it opened everything froze, he knew it was Viola in front of him with her swollen belly that looked ready to pop, the both of them staring at one another for a moment before she flew at him in a rage, slapping and hitting at any part of him she could reach until he finally calmed her with axii.
After almost 100 years of life, he knew whores worked with a strict pulling out policy for all men who entered, except for witchers, whos mutations meant that they were both sterile and unable to carry disease, perhaps one of the only perks they got from the whole ordeal.
He didn't need to debate about the probabilities of the child being his though, he could smell it on the woman, his scent just faintly as if it was under her skin, and something in him snapped at the thought. He did this, he fathered the life still growing in her and he latched onto the thought, let himself become addicted to it as he left the woman pregnant with his child in the street, barely remembering to lift the sign before he was heading for Crippled Kate's, a brothel on the docks who surely wouldn't turn away his coin even if the rumor of him fathering a child had reached them.
Sure enough, coin quickly passes hands and then he's being led to a room. Normally he would take his time, focus on the woman's pleasure by first getting her off on his mouth and then with two fingers before sliding into her like a hot knife into butter, ever eager not to add to the rumors about Witcher's being mindless beasts.
Now though he very much plays into the lie, can it be a lie when he shoves the woman to the bed, ignoring her protest as he climbed on top of her, and it's almost too easy to rip her underwear off and slide his cock into the tight, tight heat of her cunt as he quickly bottoms out.
He ignores the woman's scream as he instantly begins to pound into the woman, pushing her legs up until they're almost at her ears as he only fucks into her faster.
It's as if a fog has clouded his mind with the sole focus to fuck and breed, paying no mind to the tears streaking down the woman's face and her sobs for him to stop, he doesn't even feel it when she rakes her fingernails down his back, shoulders, hell even his face to deter him, instead it just spurs him to move faster, to fuck deeper as a growl emanates deep in his throat as he gets closer to the edge.
"How's it feel to be a witcher's bitch, stuffed on my cock and bred full of my come" The woman under him cries some more, broken sobs leaving tear tracks down her cheeks as his hips begin to lose their rhythm as he got closer to his release "What will the Madame say when your belly starts to grow with my child, nothing more than witcher's whore who bent arse up to be bred on my cock"
When all the girl does is plead for him to stop, it finally pushes him over the edge, slowing down his thrusts to drag out his orgasm as long as possible to coax every drop of come out of him to fulfill his promise to breed the bitch full.
When he's milked his cock dry he's left panting over her, cock still hard and eager for another go at her cunt, all while the girl is trying to wriggle away, to push him off of her. So when he rolls his hips into her again he watches her eyes go wide and tears threaten to spill over her cheeks before he slaps his hand across her mouth, muffling her screams now as he quickly picks up the pace of his hips, railing into the girl now as his hand gets slick with tears and snot as she sobs under him.
He doesn't last nearly as long this time, his cock still sensitive from the first time but with a noise somewhere between a growl and a groan he comes again, filling up her cunt with even more of his seed until he's left giving small aborted thrusts as the stimulation to his cock becomes too much and he finally pulls out.
He moves further down the bed to watch his come begin to leak out of her and chuckles when he sees her clench as if trying to keep it in "For all you're crying, it seems you like being full of my come"
The woman shoves him away and scrambles to the top of the bed, eyes frantic and wild "You're a sick fuckin' bastard and you can pay extra for that"
He just shrugged as he got off the bed and tucked himself back into his breeches, a smile on his face "You didn't say no and it sounded like you were enjoying yourself" Before she could say anything further though he did reach into his coin purse and tossed two crowns at her "That's for the baby"
It was almost comical the way her face paled and the sneer slid off her face "What baby"
He just scoffed at her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world "I'm sure you know how sex works"
"But you're a bleedin' witcher-"
"Sterile I know, but ask them down at the Passiflora and see if they agree" He can only chuckle as he watched her eyes widen and her face grow even paler, she must have heard the rumors and paid them no mind then, good, it meant others wouldn't listen either, and so he left her still leaking his come and tried to temper his thoughts as he walked back to his room for the night.
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He doesn't have to wait long for the next girl to fuck, later that night in fact, nursing an ale in the Chameleon he's already half hard thinking back on his time in the brothel and debating on who in the inn might be willing to go to bed with him.
The answer comes in the form of Dandelion, who approaches him with a woman on each arm, one of which, with dark hair and tan skin immediately plants herself on his lap, surprise flitting across her face when she can evidently feel his now rapidly hardening cock press against her ass before she seems to compose herself, a salacious grin on her face as she presses closer to him and twirls a finger through his hair.
It's all too easy to lead her up to his room, and as soon as the door locks behind him he's ferrying her towards the bed, ignoring the way she tries to kiss along his jaw and paw at his clothes as he lifts her by the waist and throws her on the bed, following close behind and smothering her protest with a kiss.
He had planned to treat this time as an experiment. Back in the brothel, he had quickly succumbed to some sort of animalistic urge and he wanted to see if he could tame it somewhat. He still planned on breeding her, just getting kicked out of every establishment he entered for abusing the woman wasn't on his to do list.
Easier said than done because as soon as he was leaning over the woman that same need to just fuck and come and fuck again came over him.
This time he pulled back, ignoring the look of confusion on the woman's face before flipping her over and shoving her head into the pillows to muffle her cries. In the next moment, he had hitched her skirts up above her waist and pulled his aching cock out of its confines and simply pulled the woman's underwear to the side before he pushed in with a low groan, made even better as the woman clenched tight around him, clearly not prepped for the sheer size of him.
This time he does have the mind to gently roll his hips into her at first, pushing her harder into the bed when he feels her first start to struggle before he rapidly picks up his pace, head thrown back as he feels the girl squirm and clench under him, letting out a groan at the almost vice like grip she had on him as he heard her cry into the pillows.
"Fuck, you're so tight, a nice little hole for me to breed" The woman renews her struggling then, one of her hands trying to reach back to hit him, push him, it didn't matter because it didn't stop him from leaning over her, the angle meaning he could reach even deeper into her cunt, earning a low growl as he thought it would be even easier for her to catch "So eager aren't you, milking my cock like you want to be bred with my pup"
It easy to keep the woman caged when he's pressed this close but it still doesn't stop her from trying to get away, her movements more often then not meeting his thrusts to push impossibly deeper as she clenches oh so tight around him, as if to stop him from fucking into her again, but only pushing him closer to the edge instead.
"If I'd known you were this desperate I would've bent you over the table and fucked you downstairs" He's so close now, panting and growling above her as he drives his cock into her, desperate to come inside her now as she lets out little pained grunts where her face is still shoved against the bed "Would've shown the whole town what a desperate slut you are for a witcher's cock to stuff you full of come, course they'll know when you grow with my child, know how you begged me to breed your cunt"
The girl goes frantic below him in her effort to get out from under him, but instead, she just gets impossibly tighter around him so that he's helpless but to come with a snarl, fucking into her a few more time before he still and lets the woman's movements and tight cunt milk his cock dry for the third time that day.
When he's finished he lets her push him away and watches as she all but runs out of the room, tears mottling her face as she tries to rub them away. Almost casually he gets up from the bed to tuck himself back in and amble back downstairs to finish his drink, only to be approached by Dandelion who looks nothing but concerned.
"I just saw Maya run off as if the Wild Hunt were chasing her, what the fuck happened up there"
"Another girl just looking for the thrill of sleeping with a witcher, took one look at my dick and panicked, tried to calm her but she bolted" He watched Dandelion examine him for a movement, a hand on his chin as he thought before a smile came over his face.
"If I were you I wouldn't go around telling people that girls have literally run from your dick"
"Fuck off"
"Now now none of that, let me make it up to you- if you're still in the mood that is" He'd just gotten off, for the third time that day, but the thought of someone else eager to get into his bed so soon has his dick start to harden as he nods at Dandelion. It's then the bard grips his shoulder and turns him to face a woman stood by the bar, a small smile on her face and a glint in her eye as she looks at them "Miriam has been asking after you all night and I am assured that she will not disappoint"
As he's leading a girl up to his room for the second time that night he can't deny that being friends with Dandelion certainly has its advantages.
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Two days later he's leaving Novigrad, a mixture of no contracts and the rumor being spread of how he was more monster than man in bed had women more than hesitant to approach him, and so he said farewell to his friends before moving on to more fertile pastures, no pun intended.
His next opportunity comes a few days later in some village he didn't care enough to learn the name for. He's just come back from fighting a nightwraith and feels exhausted as he makes his way back to his room at the inn. At least that was his plan until he passes the corner of one building and a woman spits at him before calling him a freak.
He was used to the insults at this point, one of the few constants in his long life, and before hadn't let himself be bothered by them, but there's an itch at the back of his mind that's begging to be scratched and so doesn't even think twice when he moves off the road to instead pull the woman deeper into the alley between the two houses and shove her face against the wall of the hut.
"What the fuck are you doing mutant scum, my boyf-"
"Careful, as my good friend Dandelion says, all are equal in the alcove" He can hear her asking just what he meant by that but after he'd pushed her skirts up and her underwear down it was pretty self-explanatory and quickly shoved a random bit of cloth into her mouth to stop her shouts from alerting passersby.
He can't help but shudder and let out a loud groan as he sinks into her, not even giving her the courtesy of waiting a moment before he's soon pounding into her, his hips snapping up to enjoy the warm, wet, tight heat of her cunt even as she struggles and tries to get a leg back to kick at him.
Granted he's only done this a few times, but he's started to relish the way the women struggle and beg to get out of his hold, to feel them inadvertently tighten around him or push back as they move so that his dick reaches even deeper into them. It would be far too easy to just use axii on them, the women limp under him and their hole loose and warm around him, but he wants them to feel it, wants them to feel how easy it is to just push them down and take what he wants, to fuck them open on his cock before breeding them.
"Wonder what your neighbors will think when they see no ring on your finger but your belly swell with my child" He chuckled as he felt her writhe under him, one hand now pulling harshly at his hair which only served to turn him on even further, spur him to fuck her even harder as he put a hand on her waist to pull her back on his cock with every thrust "They'll think you're a whore who'll open their legs for anything that moves, even a witcher, and how you begged me to breed you with my child"
It's over far too quickly but he makes sure to milk his cock dry inside of her before he pulls out and heads back towards the tavern for a well deserved drink.
He thinks that’s it for the night until he's met with some skinny farmhand pointing a finger at his face about how he raped and abused his girlfriend. What the man expected out of the situation was beyond him, but it probably wasn't to be thrown over his shoulder, easily following the man's scent back to his house before kicking down the door.
The girl he fucked in the alley is there with red eyes and starts hitting and pulling at his arm in an effort to free her boyfriend, but it doesn't move him. Instead, he ties the man to a chair and faces it towards the bed before he drags the woman over the covers to fuck her again and again, letting her writhe and squirm on his cock as he tells her what a good bitch she is letting him have her again, letting him fuck her over and over and over to make sure she catches with his seed.
He pulls her up so she's sat in his lap, both of them facing the boyfriend that's still tied to the chair, a mix of pale-faced horror and red with fury as he rests a hand on the girl's stomach and whispers that her boyfriend will make such a good daddy for his child, how he'll take good care of them and keep food on the table whilst silent sobs wrack her body.
It's only when he's finally spent, his orgasms nothing more than a couple of dribbles of come, that he finally leaves the pair for the night, a part of him almost welcoming the insults towards him now if that's how it ended.
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It’s almost a week later when he’s in some town outside Oxenfurt and his urges have only gotten worse and will very likely be the death of him.
It’s not so much the angered spouses or brothers that worry him, he got used to that long ago when Dandelion used to travel with him, instead, it’s the fact that he’s taken to accepting sex from the women in the village instead of coin.
In the smaller towns, where parents had far too many mouths to feed, it was all too easy for them to accept his offer, and they gladly threw him the first girl he looked at, sometimes that was girls fresh into their maidenhood and other times spouses or betrothed who smelled so sweet that he just had to taste, and often remarked on what a nice little family he was helping to create as he pounded into them.
In this town, however, they had heard of the witcher accepting sex instead of coin but when they’d seen his gaze fix on the Aldermans daughter as they discussed a contract, they were quick to offer him coin and only coin, luckily for them, he was running low and needed a list of things he’d put off as he had instead taken his pay between a woman’s thighs.
He would have accepted the measly coin and been done with it provided the drowners he had been hired to deal with hadn’t turned into a whole host of necrophages, from water hags to rotfiends and even ghouls.
When he demanded compensation for the trouble, he had just cleaned out the entire coastline for them so that they could fish again, the Alderman was quick to brush him off and cast him out of the town, knowing that his price would be his daughter.
It wasn’t until he threatened to tell other witchers of this town, of how they refused to pay him for services rendered so that when the next monster came, as it inevitably would, no witcher would help.
He had to bite back his smirk when the man finally agreed to pay, on the condition that he pick the girl. It wasn’t ideal and not what he really wanted, but if he at least got to breed one girl in this town then it didn’t matter to him who it was, and so it was agreed, he would be put up in a room at the inn, food and drink supplied where the chosen girl would later meet him.
That was all well and good and he gladly ate his fill under the mistrustful eyes of the barmaid, but for the first time in a long time, he would be ending the night with a full stomach. He really should accept more coin on contracts.
An hour or so later having retired to his room, he opens the door to find a woman, not old per se, but definitely past her prime, and would not be able to rear his or anyone else’s child.
At first, there’s just anger at the Alderman for cheating his part of the deal, and he almost scares off the poor woman still stood frozen at his door before pulling her in. He would get back at the man for sure, but for now, he just needed something to temper his rage and fucking a hole, no matter how useless to him, would help.
Only, when it came down to it there was no anger or fury filled lust, he’d been ruined by unspoiled maidens and sullying those promised to others, so now when faced with neither of those he finds himself disinterested and barely able to fuck the woman into her own orgasm before kicking her out, leaving him unsatisfied and even worse than before.
Later that evening, when most of the town has gone to bed, he leaves the inn, not to go to Roach, but the Alderman’s house at the end of the street, far grander than any of the man’s people could afford and it’s almost too easy to slip through a window and pass through wide corridors without a sound.
It’s even easier to get into the girl's room, smelling of cotton sheets and honeysuckle as he shoves a cloth into the girl's mouth and pins her to the bed, the girl still too tired to put up much of a fight before he’s lifting her nightdress to expose pale, creamy skin that he craves to mark with his teeth.
Eventually, the girl realizes something isn’t right and tries to pull away, but the attempt is almost laughable as he presses first one and then two fingers into her, pumping them a few times before he’s lining up his cock and sinking in with a moan as the girl screams behind her gag.
He should really go easy on the girl, but he can’t help the way his hips pull back before fucking back into the tight grip of her cunt. It’s not long before she’s crying, her muffled sobs filling the room alongside his moans and the sound of skin slapping as he fucks into that tight heat even harder.
The girl has only recently come into womanhood, he can smell it on her and a fucker like her father is probably already looking at who the girl might marry in the coming months. He has to stop moving for a moment before he comes too soon at the thought of by then the girl's stomach would start to show, how the family’s name would be cursed out by those higher than them for letting the girl be spoiled, and by a witcher especially.
“You’re going to look so pretty full with my come, but you’ll look even prettier full with my child” The girl below him doesn’t react, not that he expected her to at this point, she just kept crying until her gag was soaked through with spit and tears “Tell your father it was me, that it was a witcher’s cock that fucked you so well, so full of come, that you had to carry his pup”
Spurred on by his own words he can’t help the way his hips stutter as he finally comes into the girl under him, breathless for a moment but eager still, there were a lot of rotfiends after all so why not take what he was owed.
His second orgasm washed over him quickly as he told her what a nice little breeding bitch she made, how well she fit his cock and milked him dry like she wanted to carry his pup. The third orgasm comes even faster when he threatened to fuck her in front of her father so he could see what a needy little slut she was, how well she needed to be bred, and with a finger on the girl’s clit she coming around him that quickly sends him hurtling over the edge as well.
He tucks her back into the covers, cleaning her face a little before leaving her to sob into her pillow with his come staining her thighs. He’s not inclined to stay in the town for much longer, so returns to the inn to grab his meager things, and after saddling Roach, makes for the next town and hole he’d get to fuck.
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