by Izzy Slam
I grab onto her hair and gain control while also intensifying the lust between us. Her aura has now taken on a red hue, which means she’s not only aching for me to fill her up, her egg is most receptive at this moment.
I press her head down, listening to her muffled moans as I release inside her mouth, watching my cock twitch hard with each burst of seed. Humans can take a minotaur’s seed into any part of their body and get pregnant, which is what makes this so much fun. I can feel the strangulations of her throat as she struggles to swallow every bit that I give her, but some of it trickles out from her lips, dripping down the remaining eight inches of my cock.
My tongue is twitching to taste her, to reward her for being such a good girl.
“Get up here,” I tell her, curling a finger in her direction.
She needs no more instruction. With an eager look and her aura’s glow intensifying, Harper straddles my face and lowers her dripping pussy to my lips.
I let my hands roam over her fleshy backside as I work my tongue through her folds. She starts to purr, rolling her hips in a slow circle as I gently swirl over her tender bump.
I can feel it swell as she moans and purrs, grinding her wetness all over my chin and mouth as she gets closer and closer to cumming.
I growl as my cock throbs, needing another release inside of her womb, desperate for this one to take, for her body to accept my seed.
“Oh fuck,” she groans, her little pearl growing harder as I suck on it softly.
My growling grows louder, and my hands dig deep into her flesh as her release reaches a crescendo. And when I feel her bump of tissue bounce lightly on my tongue, a small amount of cum seeps from my cock.
My dick is so hard, so long, it taps against her lower back as she sways her hips side to side. I flick my tongue quickly, extending the length of her orgasm and making her loudly exclaim how good it feels to cum on my mouth.
I reach up and cup her full breasts, twisting the nipples softly until my balls become so heavy I nearly burst spontaneously.
But I cannot waste one drop.
So, I lift Harper up and slide her down my engorged cock just in the nick of time, watching her face morph into pleasure and her pink nipples crinkle as hard bursts of jizz spray her fertile walls.
I can’t help but roar my pleasure as I hold her by the hips, forcing her all the way down my length until I feel her cervix grinding on my crown.
Harper throws her hands to my chest, arching her back as my huge shaft brings her straight into another orgasm. Her walls contract around my girth, milking more cum from my balls and sending us both into immense pleasure we’ve never known.
“Oh god, that … that feels so good,” she huffs breathlessly.
I keep my grip on her for several minutes, until my cock has shot every last drop, watching her angelic face grow red from arousal as her orgasm fades away.
And I know that she is now filled with my seed and her belly will be growing soon.
Harper
Over the next few weeks, Drake can’t keep his hands off my curves. Not that I mind. I want him more and more every time we’re together. It’s feels as if I’ve been infected with a virus—one that makes it impossible to imagine a life without him.
I’ve been on cloud nine so much that it’s been a real struggle keeping this secret from my co-workers, especially Carol. We’ve become better friends, and I hate lying to her. But it’s something that must be done.
As it turns out, she’s suspicious, confronting me the moment I show up for my shift one Monday morning.
“Something’s changed with you. I need to know what’s going on.”
I hang my purse on the hook in the breakroom, feeling as if I’ve been put on the spot.
“What’s changed with me?” I ask, narrowing my brow.
“Don’t get so defensive. It’s nothing bad,” she laughs. “The truth is, you seem happier. There’s this, I don’t know, glow about you. Did you meet someone and not tell me?”
Crossing her arms and making a silly face, she’s teasing me, that much is obvious. And I know I need to tell her something, especially since Drake is convinced I’m going to have his baby.
I’m not so sure.
“Would you be mad if I did?”
Her mouth falls open and she smiles at me. “Don’t be ridiculous. Though, I am curious as to why you’d keep it a secret. Is it someone I know?”
“Not exactly. But I do have my reasons for keeping our relationship hush-hush.”
The front door chimes, relieving me from having to indulge in every detail at the moment.
“Well, I want a full report at lunch. Right now, I’ve got shirts to fold and you’ve got a customer.”
I sail through the morning, getting more and more nervous about lunch. It’s not that I think Carol wouldn’t believe me. Not with her cousin’s story. Hell, it was just a few weeks ago she was the one trying to convince me the aliens were real.
But as Drake has pointed out with painful clarity, if anyone in the community were to find out, we’d both be at risk. It’s not as though the aliens are exactly welcome around here, despite their ability to attract tourists. And most definitely not with the way most of them take their victims against their will.
Drake did none of that with me, but he’s told me how the male minotaurs are: brutal and unforgiving. All they care about is spreading their seed and they don’t care who they hurt in the process.
The powers-that-be could easily and swiftly take him into custody and do whatever they want, including using him as bait to lure the others, treating his body as if it is nothing more than a scientific experiment to glean information from, or even torture him as a form of punishment for what his male counterparts have done to the women of this town.
The thing is, Drake isn’t like the others. He wants a life with me, to take care of me and provide for me. And he wants to do these things despite the many challenges we could potentially face, especially once the baby is born.
If there even is a baby.
We’re not sure yet if I can even get pregnant with his seed. It doesn’t always take.
But the good news is that I haven’t started my period. I’m actually about three days late. So, there’s hope yet. Honestly, nothing would make me happier than to get pregnant with Drake’s child.
That afternoon while we’re eating sandwiches on our break, I confess to Carol that I met Drake the night she told me about her cousin, explaining that he’s a secret operative who hunts down aliens and prefers to keep his personal life extremely quiet. The irony is that it’s true. Drake actually does work as a cop with his main focus being to patrol for aliens.
“I wanted to tell you, but I was waiting for Drake to suggest we all have dinner together.”
“No worries. I completely understand. Seems like everything is a bit nuts around here during mating season. But in a few weeks, that will all be behind us, at least for the next six or seven months.”
I’m so relieved she understands, even though I still feel a little guilty for lying.
“Have I mentioned I’m really happy for you?”
I smile and give her a sideways hug as we sit on the couch. “In your own way, yes. And thank you. I’m happy, too.”
That evening, when I get home, Drake is already preparing our dinner. He still has his own place, but he stays with me most nights of the week when he’s not on duty.
I can smell the aroma before I shut the door, and I wonder how I got so lucky to land a sexy man who will cook me dinner. Even though he’s an alien, I still think of him as my “man.”
“Perfect timing,” he says, plating the food as I walk in the kitchen.
“It smells amazing.” But the moment I say it, nausea creeps up my throat, and I have to cover my mouth with a fist.
Drake turns to face me, both plates in hand, but when he gets a look at me, he almost drops them to the floor.
“Oh fuck,” he says, moving his gaze over me.
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nbsp; I swallow the bile in my throat, the nausea disappearing just as quickly as it came on. I look down at my outfit, wondering if have a stain or something. But my slacks and blouse seem perfectly normal. “What’s wrong?”
His eyes meet mine as he says, “You’re pregnant.”
I lean against the wall, feeling the room begin to spin. “You can tell that just by looking at me?”
Something wild flickers in his eyes as he nods. “Your aura has completely shifted from your hips to your belly. And it’s … dark blue, which means…”
“But … I don’t feel pregnant,” I say as he slides our dinner on the counter and walks toward me.
“Oh, you will soon enough, my love. Probably before the end of the evening, too.” His hands fist my hair, and his erection pops from his pants, ripping through the zipper and popping the button completely off.
I glance down at his length as he caresses my face. It’s already throbbing, clear fluid dripping in a steady stream from the tip. I’ve never seen him this aroused.
It’s so fucking sexy.
I wrap my fingers around his wide girth, amazed at how warm it is to the touch. “Shouldn’t we do a test to be sure?” I ask, not really sure why I’m even thinking about that at the moment when clearly he’s about to fuck me senseless.
“We can, but right now…” he says, gently tugging my hair and forcing me to meet his gaze, “my cock is about to explode, so I’m going to need your sweet pussy to hold my cum.”
My breasts suddenly feel full, and as Drake sensually cups them through my blouse, I give his cock a tug, swiping up some of his pre-cum and using it to fist his cock.
He growls, letting his eyes close for a moment before grabbing my shirt and ripping it open with his bare hands.
I gasp, and he ends up doing the same thing to my bra and slacks, tearing them both into shreds to reveal my aching flesh. My pussy clenches and releases as he pulls me to a kiss, sliding my thin panties aside to enter me.
The tip of this thick member carves through my lips and sinks into my depths, forcing a deep moan to come up my throat. Pleasure ripples through me as I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me off the floor.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, taking a few steps and holding me to the wall as he grinds his hips, moving his thickness in and out of me. “Now that you’re pregnant, I’m going to be hard all the time.”
“Oooohhh,” I purr, feeling the headiness of my lust that’s suddenly gripped me from head to toe. “I need to cum so bad…”
“I’ll make sure you do, baby,” Drake edges out. He cups my ass and within half a dozen pumps, his seed shoots out, the force of the spray pulsating against my g-spot and making me cum with him.
My nipples tingle and tiny knots form in my belly as he continues to grind his hardness along my walls. They contract hard around his thickness, tugging out more and more of his seed.
Leaning forward, he presses his lips to my nipples and gently suckles, flicking his tongue over my delicate tissue before moving to the other one. My buds have become sensitive, to the point that his teasing almost hurts. He sucks harder, forcing my nipples to stick out like long bullets by the time he’s done.
The visual drives him to delirium, and it gets to me too. My breasts look so sexy, and I could almost swear they are growing in size right in front of me.
I roll my hips as Drake looks me in the eyes, sparks dancing in his irises as he slams his cock in and out of my dripping cunt.
“Cum for me again,” he grunts. “I want to feel it.”
His command sends me over the edge, and my walls seem to shrink around his cock with more intensity than ever. Bright lights flash as I orgasm, and I end up digging my nails into his chest as he rams into me with brutal force.
“Mmmmm,” I moan, immersed in so much pleasure I can hardly think straight.
He growls and leans in, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth as he cums once more, vocalizing his pleasure in a way that makes me tremble.
“Oh god, please don’t stop…” I beg.
His seed is hot as it shoots out in ropes, each pulse reviving my orgasm and making my pussy throb deliciously.
Before long, we’re both covered in sweat, our hearts pounding as we cling to one another.
Drake carries me to the couch and lays me down, his length sliding out of me. It’s now semi-hard and covered in the sheen of our desire.
“I could get used to coming home to this,” I say, trailing a hand down the front of his washboard abs.
“That’s a good thing,” he says, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “Because you will be coming home to this, every day. Especially now that you’re pregnant.”
“I want to know for sure, Drake. Can you take me to the store to get a test?” I ask, moving a fist up and down his sticky cock, already wanting him to fuck me again, but this time in the ass.
He chuckles. “You don’t need a test. Put your hand here.”
He tugs my hand off his erection and places it palm down over my lower belly. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but within several seconds, I feel the fluttering, not only inside of me but against the fleshy part of my palm as well.
My mouth drops open, and wide-eyed, I feel a smile form on my lips.
“Is that…?”
“Yes, my love. That’s my seed, taken root inside your angelic body.”
I can’t believe it. I really am pregnant. Pregnant with an alien’s baby.
Drake
Harper’s eyes light up like brilliant orbs when she discovers movement inside of her belly. And damnit if my cock doesn’t get another surge of blood.
It’s hard enough that being in the presence of a fertile female sends our libido into overdrive. But when our mate becomes pregnant, it’s as if all hormones bust loose.
I simply will not be able to get enough of her sweet pussy.
“How is it possible that I feel her moving so early?”
I can’t help but smile at her wondrous curiosity. And she is right: it’s a girl. But I won’t tell her just yet. I’ll let it be a surprise.
It also suddenly occurs to me that I neglected to inform her of what it’s like to carry a minolaur’s child.
“Your pregnancy will move rapidly. We’ve only got five months to prepare.”
“Five months?” she cries, pushing up on her arms. “That’s … that’s not enough time, Drake!”
“It’s okay,” I gently urge her, cupping her face in my palms. “I’ll be here to help. You won’t be alone like the others.”
“Oh god,” she says, falling back down on the couch and covering her face.
I chuckle softly. She’s just as adorable as she is sexy. A primal urge rises in me, wanting to take her again. But a soft knock at the door stops that plan in its tracks.
“I’ll get it. You rest. And then we’ll have our dinner before I take you to bed.”
Harper thanks me as I stand, tucking my shrinking erection back inside my pants. It’s going to be a busy five months if I stay this hard all the time.
I open the front door, expecting to find a solicitor. But one look at Frank and I know something is seriously wrong.
He doesn’t even have to speak.
“When do we have to leave?” I ask.
“I’m sending a car here in three hours.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, dropping my head. “What happened?”
Frank is my main contact point. He’s the one responsible for getting me the job at the local police department. He’s also responsible for getting three women pregnant last year.
“I don’t know all of the details, but I got word that the Chief of Police is keeping an eye on you.”
This is bad. No, worse than bad. This is a fucking catastrophe.
I’m going to have to leave Harper behind.
And I just fucking found her.
I cast a look over my shoulder, wondering if she’s able to hear any of this conversation.
“So, you’re telling me I’ve
got three hours to say goodbye to the woman carrying my child? That’s fucked up, Frank. I won’t even get to see my own offspring emerge into this world?”
He tosses up a hand. “Sorry, I should have clarified. We’ve arranged for you to relocate to a small town in Montana. I’ve already touched base with one of my contacts, and they’re securing a job for you as a bouncer at a local club. You can bring her,” he says, quickly glancing behind me.
Relief floods me as I run my hands through my hair. “Gods… okay, thank you.”
“Make sure you have everything you need before your ride shows. We will not be coming back.”
I thank Frank for the heads-up—something he didn’t have to do, and I make my way back to Harper to give her the “good” news.
I’m familiar with this town in Montana. It’s a good place to be because it’s small, and one of the doctors there is a minolaur. He’ll be able to deliver Harper’s baby, keeping our secret safe.
And when our child is born, she’s going to look just like her mother. I can already see it in my mind’s eye.
I walk to Harper, who’s already in the kitchen lighting a few candles for our dinner. She rubs her tummy as she turns to face me, and I can’t help but fall a little more deeply in love with her.
I break the news to her as gently as I can, and I’m amazed that she doesn’t get upset.
“I’m a little sad that I have to leave my friends behind, but … I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth, Drake. I love you, and I’m mated to you for life.”
“Fuck I love you too. And you are my mate for life. I’ll make sure you never forget that.”
***
When I get home from my bouncer job, all I want is to take in the sight of my pregnant angel. Knowing her, she’s probably making dessert for us to have after dinner. She’s been doing that a lot lately, and I’m not complaining. I love what the extra calories are doing to her body, and the baby loves it too. Sugar is an essential nutrient for a growing minolaur fetus.
