by Kalpana Kali
Maybe she could find a way to stall him. Maybe he’d be satisfied with fucking her and agree to not cum inside—
Eros gently pulled her neck, drawing her closer and kissing her. She resisted at first, not wanting to be consumed in his agenda, but it was too late. The touch of his lips and the way he took control of her swayed her mind into giving in. She kissed him back, their tongues and lips slippery against each other.
The speed and intensity of their intimacy unnerved Sophie and she pushed him off without letting go of his jacket. She scrutinized his eyes, searching for some hint, some justification, that what she was doing was safe and sane. All she saw in his storm gray eyes was desire.
The feeling of a man wanting her so much made Sophie melt inside.
Eros let her catch her breath, but when she did not push him further away, he pressed her back into the couch, stroking his hands over her breasts. Her skin tingled with desire as he explored her, moving lower. He skipped her crotch and slid up under her skirt, caressing the insides of her thighs. Her body shuddered in frustration at him neglecting her pussy and she reflexively spread her legs wider, inviting him to the place she had only just sworn to deny him.
With surprising tenderness and restraint, Sophie’s stalker stroked lower on her leg, then back up again. His hands came back to her hips, then up again to her aroused breast, tweaking the nipples through her blouse. His ardor growing rapidly, Eros kissed her again. Sophie wilted against his onslaught as he came on like a cyclone of lust, his lips rough against hers.
He released her with a groan that was almost a howl, arching his back to take in enough air. Then he looked down at her with a sinister smile and ripped her blouse open in two swift yanks.
Sophie gasped at the sudden escalation, but he was back on her, his hand reaching to the top of her butt and smartly unclasping her skirt and unzipping her. His hands seemed to move simultaneously, removing her blouse at the same time he slid her skirt past her feet. With an angry snarl, her stalker ripped her necklace off and tossed it without looking out of the window. It clattered into the night and disappeared from her life forever.
She was wearing nothing but her bra and panties, lying under this man who had taken over her life like a snake striking at prey after a hunt.
Eros scooped her in his arms and for a moment Sophie remembered all those Renaissance paintings of the young god with his captive bride. He certainly carried her over the threshold to her bedroom like she was some newlywed. It was to have been John doing that in two months time. It felt better this way, to have this mating sprung on her without warning.
Candles lit the bedroom too. The sheets were her special silken ones, kept in the back of her closet and never used. They shimmered in the candlelight under a thousand red rose petals. Sophie looked up at this man holding her. Just how devious and determined was he, that he had accomplished all of his designs tonight?
He lay her down on the cool, smooth sheets, standing over her with head bent. His breathing was heavy, not from the effort of carrying her, but from rising lust. In a deep breathy voice, he said, “You’re mine now, Sophia. Nothing will come between us again. Our love shall be like in a fairytale and our children shall be like angels.”
Eros threw off his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt. The golden light played like fire against his muscled shoulders as he tossed away the shirt. Sophie admired him, unable to keep from thinking what a fine father her stalker’s genes would make him. And then she was rising on instinct to sit on the edge of the bed, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Sophie let them fall and then slid his boxers down.
The cock that emerged was thick and long as it stiffened before her. She held it reverently in both hands, pleased with the weight and warmth of it. He pulled her face to his flat, firm stomach and stroked her hair, murmuring, “Ah, Sophia.”
She breathed in his scent, a dark and exciting aroma. Sophie stroked the outsides of his strong thighs. It was a tender scene, except for the fact that a rigid and eager cock was resting against the slope of her breasts, slowly dripping fluid on her skin and bra.
The stalker pressed down on Sophia’s shoulders, forcing her to kneel on the carpet. The tip of his hard instrument grazed along the contours of her neck and chin and nose, leaving a wet streak. Sophie nervously licked her lips at what was being demanded of her. Forced on her, if you looked at it certain way—she had not asked for this. She had not wanted it when she walked in the door of her home. But she would do it. To please this man at his command brought a deep sense of rightness to Sophie.
She held the meaty staff still and licked the round end, circling her tongue around the wide head. The taste was like liquid electricity, tingling down to her throat. She craved more and reached towards the base of the stalker’s cock, her lips sliding down the veined skin.
Sophie could not reach all the way down. Barely halfway, in fact. The large knob lodged at the entrance to her throat as she gave it her all. When she finally had to breathe, she pulled back and coughed. But Eros was pulling her back down before she could get herself ready. Sophie took him in again, this time setting a smooth up-and-down motion. Her lips opened wide as she took the head inside, then slid over the ridge of his helmet and clamped to the shaft and kept going. When the front end of the cock bumped her throat, she reversed direction and did it all over again.
Her anonymous lover twined her hair in his fingers as he held her in his grasp. Sophie’s thoughts blurred along with the motion of the act as she listened to Eros sigh and softly moan at the pleasure she was giving him. A small sense of triumph made her smile around the cock she was worshiping on her knees.
But Eros wanted more. He pulled out of her lips and lifted her by the shoulders. Sophie squealed like a little girl as he tossed her onto bed. He followed, swinging his body above hers so that his balls and cock hung over her face while his lips and tongue descended on her crotch. With swift and relentless strokes, her stalker licked at her cleft, sliding his wet tongue into the tight space.
She moaned at his attention, waves of pleasure surging through her nerves. As he settled into a rhythm, Sophie regained her equilibrium and took his hardness back into her mouth. Above her, hung the life-giving orbs that Eros intended to empty into her. She watched them with apprehension. There was no way she was letting him ejaculate into her. Would he react well to being told no? It wasn’t like it wouldn’t feel good if she made him come in her mouth. But would he back off? His nature was to persist until he earned himself everything he wanted. And what he wanted was his child in her belly.
For now, Sophie sucked him as best as she could. He was working miracles below and when he switched attention to her clit, everything became three notches more urgent. He thighs and hips struggled against the stalker’s grip as they thrashed about. Eros held her more firmly and resumed his assault of her pleasure nub.
That intimate touch tipped her over the edge and then there was a feeling like being lifted on the wind, her arms and legs loose while her torso tightened. The sensations of orgasm caused her to clamp her pussy tight. The only thing missing was a cock for it to clasp. Her previous masturbations could not compare. The rippling pleasure rocked her and left her wanting more as it ebbed away.
“I think you’re ready now,” the stranger in her bed said. Eros turned and knelt before the juncture of her legs and spread her thighs wider.
In the bit of clarity her brain possessed as she panted in the aftermath of her orgasm, Sophie wondered what madness she was about to allow. A man who she never met before was about to fuck her. To try and seed her, just because some random encounter had planted an obsession in his mind.
There was no time for second guessing.
Eros pressed the thick head to her virgin pussy lips, causing her to flinch and groan.
“You are so beautiful, Sophia. I’ve wanted you for so long. Everything is as perfect as I hoped it would be.” He stroked her flat, firm stomach with a longing expression. Then he leaned down and
kissed her. She savored the touch of his lips—and the deep longing she sensed behind it. As soon as her body sagged into a rosy glow, he pressed himself slowly but firmly into her.
She gasped at the spike of pain when he first entered, but that slowly faded to a warmth that was strangely comforting.
Sophie moaned against him. The calm and deliberate way he entered her left time for her to appreciate every little advance of his cock into her vulnerable passage as it ached in protest. She could not help but bite his lip as her body tightened up in pain. He seemed not to notice and simply slid all the way into her, the wide cock head feeling like a boulder inside her.
Eros licked the blood from his lip with a faint smile and withdrew in the same calm way he had entered her. Just as the giant head was about to slip out and give Sophie relief from the pressure and sting of its movement, the stalker held it still.
The pause let her pussy shiver itself out as it anticipated his invasion. When the walls of her passage relaxed, he pressed himself in again, all the way to the back of her pussy. Sophie arched her back, pressing skin-to-skin against his muscled torso. She held the stalker around his back, like a drowning woman to a lifeguard while her breath went ragged. The cock impaling her pulled back again, but she knew it was only going to come right into her again.
He plunged faster and faster into her, leaving Sophie gasping and dazed. She accepted that there was no return to normal. She was being fucked. For the first time. By a stranger who had broken into her home. There was no normality for her. Not ever again. Sophie was gone. She was Sophia now, the girl Eros wanted her to be. She let her mind drift free and in the tide of sensations he was creating.
As she accepted her fate, the man inside her worked to decide it. “I’m almost there, Sophia. Almost ready to give you my baby. Say you want it. Tell me you want me to do it. Tell me you want my baby in you.”
Did she? Maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Maybe it was the lust overpowering her. But Sophia could see herself in three months- six months- nine months, carrying her heavy pregnant belly around, feeling the coming of the child this man was fathering in her tonight.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Beg me for it.”
“Please. Please, come in me. Give me your baby. I want to be pregnant for you. Make me pregnant!”
Above her, the motion of the man’s strong, sweating body went stiff and he rammed into her in erratic thrusts. As he came, Sophia could picture the splashes of white cum into her, seeking out her fertile womb. That image overpowered her mind. It made her entire belly warm and she came along with her stalker.
She peaked just as he was finishing and she held him tighter than ever, unwilling to let him pull out. As the feelings of ecstasy shuddered through Sophia, she ground her hips upward, making their contact as close as she could. He dropped his weight onto her, straining to prolong their joining also.
Eros stretched her hands wide, entwining his fingers in hers. He kissed her neck, her cheeks and her forehead before locking their lips together. There was still passion there. She could sense that this was only a beginning.
She chuckled at how true that thought was. The beginning of a new life.
In her.
She was to be a mother.
Reality broke in. This man in her bed was a stalker! He was messed up in the head and had claimed her like she was a piece of meat at the supermarket.
The man raised up off her and she looked up at his face. The charm was still there. His deep passion was still there as he looked down on her. But there was something knew—the knowing half-smile of a conquerer.
Eros sat back and looked down at Sophia’s well-fucked pussy. He stared at it.
“That’s creepy you know,” Sophia said.
“I can’t help it,” he said, glancing at her. “I’m looking at the place where I placed my dreams.” He stroked the inside of her thigh lightly. “I’ve never been good with people, especially girls. But all my life, I’ve wanted to find the perfect woman and mate with her. It was like needing to breathe. And now I’ve done it and I’m looking at you down here and it’s beautiful.”
Sophia sat up and stroked his face. She kissed him softly and looked into his gray eyes. “I don’t know what it is about you,” she said. “You shouldn’t be here. What you did shouldn’t be acceptable.” She placed his palm against her stomach and continued, “But I’m here with you and all I can think is that you’re wonderful and that what we’ve done is wonderful.”
A thought occurred to her and Sophia stepped over to her dresser. She tumbled through the drawer.
“What are you looking for?” Eros asked.
“Tampons. I don’t know if it’d work, but I figure it might help keep your little spermies in me.”
“You’ve got extras in the bathroom cabinet, lower right side.”
Sophia stared at him in shock at his knowledge of her life and then smiled. He grinned back like a kid who had confessed his robbery of the cookie jar.
When she had finished putting the tampon in, she returned to bed, where her new mate was leaning back in quiet ease against the pillow. He reached his strong arms for her and she dropped alongside him. They seemed to fit together so well, she marveled.
“So, is this more than just a weird fetish for you?” Sophia asked. “I don’t want to demand anything from you, but I’ll be the one raising this kid, so I’d like to know what I’m in for.”
“Everything I do is forever,” said Eros. “I’m not the most conventional guy, but I’ll always be about.”
“So you might even tell me your name.”
He kissed her on the top of her head. “Sure,” he said. “Eventually.”
Sophia snuggled to his chest. It was actually kind of fun to keep the mystery going a little longer. And details like where you lived and what people called you were almost superfluous anyway when you’d decided to let a guy fuck you and impregnate you.
They held each other close until they fell asleep.
Near midnight, she awoke to him licking at her slit and massaging her clit with a circling fingertip. Her body was already well on the road to climax and she sunk her fingers into his hair, holding him as he pleasured her.
“Fuck me,” said Sophia. “Put it in me now. Please.”
He ignored her. With deliberate and painfully slow motions, he kept lapping at her sexual center while teasing her little nub with staccato rubbing.
“Come on,” she groaned at him. “You were all eager to fuck me and shoot in me before. Well do it! I’m giving you permission. Let me have it hard.”
Eros looked up just long enough to smile and returned to her slit. With his other hand, he circled her entrance and then slipped a finger inside. He wash her clit with his tongue, steadily rasping along its surface. Another finger slipped into her pussy and she moaned out. He built her orgasm up, twirling his fingers in ever widening arcs and moving straight to sucking on her clit, even teasing it with his teeth.
He ushered her through her orgasm, holding her hips as she bucked and twisted, the rush of violent lust coursing through her. Even as the climax shook its last energy out, she reached down and pulled her lover up to her. He kissed her, signaling that play time was over. She felt a hard spank on her ass and yelped. He spun her onto her belly. “When you’re pregnant,” he growled, “I won’t be able to fuck you like this, so I’m gonna take it now while I can.”
Sophia did not object. She was not sure an objection would have mattered. The stalker was in an undefiable mood. He pressed her hips and stomach down hard into the bed and rammed his thick, rigid cock right into her, all the way in one sharp motion.
She cried out at the pain and her body spasmed. Being only one fuck removed from losing her virginity everything down there was still too tight for easy movement. But her attacker did not care. He powered into her, using the length of his cock to make strong, spearing thrusts at her womb.
With her lip between her teeth, Sophie let her body go limp so he
could do to her as he pleased. His slamming grew into a crescendo and he yelled out, “I’m coming in you, Sophia. I’m coming in your tight pussy. Take it. Take my cum. I’m going to knock you up. Going to give you a big round belly full of my baby. Take it. Take it!”
He rode her hard and powerfully as he came, easing back just a bit after his balls gave her everything and only gradually coming to a stop on her. They were both too exhausted for anything else right then and they fell asleep together, with her stalker’s weight pressing down on her and a sweet ache in her cum-drenched pussy.
They went at it again at dawn, this time with Sophia waking him using her lips and tongue to slurp his big cock to life. She kept him on his back until he was just about to blow and then he took control back from her. He sat with her in his lap and they tenderly made love until he moaned his urge to seed her. They held each other tight as they both came, knowing that this was his final shot at breeding her tonight.
After dawn, Sophia awoke to an empty bed and an open window. The aroma of her stalker still hung on the sheets and she caressed them. Her phone flashed green on her night table where he must have left it. The message said, “Make me dinner for 8:30. I like steak. Rare. And apricot pie.”
She laughed. Just the kind of message she would have expected from him—rude in a boyish way with a manly dose of understated authority. Did she even know how to make pie? It didn’t matter. She’d learn.
Sophia rubbed her belly and said, “Come on, baby. Looks like we’re going to have to do some shopping if we’re to give your daddy everything he wants.”
END
PREGNANT FOR MY STALKER 2:
DARCIE’S DARK ROMANCE
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The red note paper flashed in the drawer of panties. It was folded in the shape of a stork.
