Pregnant for My Stalker

by Kalpana Kali

  Movement made her look up. Dushan had stepped close to her. He looked down at her, his eyes full of tenderness. He took her face in his hands and bent to place a light kiss on her forehead.

  “You are beautiful,” his said simply, then stepped away again.

  Darcie swallowed as tears threatened. Had anyone ever called her that before? She smiled as a little pride took hold in her heart. With a mischievous smile, she slowly twirled before Dushan, letting her dress fall all the way off as she came full circle.

  She hooked a finger into the waistband of her lotus panties, but only stretched the elastic back and forth in a wide, slow arc. She saw impatience on Dushan’s face and she took a little joy in that: he wasn’t in as much control as he thought, was he?

  She slowly rotated again as she pulled the panties down her thighs. They fell to her ankles as she faced Dushan again. Before she let him get a good look at her, however, she grinned and playfully kicked the undergarments at his face.

  He caught them with a happy smile, the first time that she had seen Dushan the stalker become more like Dushan the cop—a man enjoying the moment and free of obsession.

  He sniffed the panties theatrically and then tossed them over his shoulder. By the time he looked at Darcie properly, she had posed herself like a sculpture for him, one knee bent, her hips angled and her arms entwined above her head.

  “Yes,” he said aloud to himself, “beautiful. I was right to take you for myself.”

  Darcie seductively shifted her body just a bit, letting him see her at different angles.

  “Lie back on the bed,” he told her.

  She walked through the cool grass in her bare feet to the tent. The sheets on the bed were smooth and soft against her back as she stretched her naked body over them.

  Dushan approached with a graceful swagger, discarding his jacket and shirt, then unbuckling his belt. He stood over her at the foot of the bed, his muscles gleaming in the light of the seven fires. He looked down on her with that happy face Darcie was coming to cherish—the face that meant she had pleased him.

  “This is how it was meant to be, Darcie. You will always be mine.”

  Her crotch tensed and trembled at his words. The casual assumption that he owned her—body and soul—was clear. And it made her respond with a feverish sense of sexual submission.

  Dushan came up over her legs on all fours. He paused as his head drew level with her stomach and he bent down. Lovingly, he kissed her just above the belly button.

  No words were needed. This was his benediction to her womb, dedicating this act of love to his desire for a child with Darcie.

  He looked at her eyes and said, “Darcie, I love you.”

  What can I say to that? I only just met him.

  She reached down and drew him up to her. Darcie kissed him and then hugged him.

  With emotion staining his voice, Dushan said, “It’s all been so hard trying to find a good life, knowing that you were the one for me and not being able to touch you.”

  “Shhh,” said Darcie. “I’m yours now. Completely. Forever. Everything you want from me you can have.”

  For a moment, Darcie almost laughed out loud at the idea that she was comforting the man who had stalked and kidnapped her—the man who had brought her to his forest hideout to violate her in the most complete way, by impregnating her. Yet, she found that she meant her words of endearment. She wanted to belong to this strong, forceful man for the rest of her life. And to bear his children.

  Children? She laughed at herself for plotting a future when she did not even know if she would ever see her stalker again.

  Dushan kissed her breasts lightly, moving in small steps along her contours from one swollen and erect nipple to the other. Darcie squirmed against the weight of his large body on hers, and his rough, sliding touch. The feel of him sharpened her hunger for more. More contact. More submission. More intimacy.

  Her lover kissed his way down to her stomach, then to her crotch. He eased her thighs wider to make room for himself. Dushan knelt there, upright. With an impressive display of strength, he grabbed her butt and lifted Darcie’s pussy up to his mouth.

  Before she could even orient herself to this new position,with her weight on her shoulders, he was on her, his tongue seeking out her slit and sliding along its line.

  Darcie moaned out loud at this completely new feeling. No one had ever done this to her.

  Pacing himself, Dushan licked at her sensitive lips. Gradually, Dushan’s tongue reached deeper into Darcie, eliciting a greater and greater arousal in her.

  She twisted against his hands, unable to move much under his firm grasp. He spanked her quickly on the left butt cheek and redoubled his efforts against her pussy. His tongue stayed mostly at the top of the slit, searching out and teasing her clit. Darcie gripped the sheets in her hands as her body sped towards orgasm.

  Pulling her further up, Dushan took her weight on his shoulders, freeing his hands. He curled his arms around the outsides of her thighs and brought his fingers together at her clit. While he used his tongue to reach deeper into Darcie’s entrance, Dushan played his fingertips across the sensitive bud at the top of her pussy.

  All the stimulation caused the pleasure to explode inside Darcie. She stiffened as her nerves overloaded from head to toe. Her hips rocked in half circles as her body tried to channel the sensations.

  Darcie screamed out into the night, letting herself go as the thrill of cumming rose and peaked within her. Smaller aftershocks sent ripples through her as Dushan lowered her to the mattress.

  “Oh, Dushan, that was wonderful.”

  He said nothing. With a knowing grin, he leaned forward and flicked his tongue against the underside of her breast. He circled his tongue around her nipple before giving it a playful bite. She stiffened at the shock, sliding her fingers into his soft hair and holding him still.

  He broke out of her grip easily and kissed her collarbone, then her neck and then under her jaw. As he moved up her body, she felt his arms working to remove his pants.

  They kissed, tongues sliding against each other. She reached for his waistband, trying to help him, their bodies twisting in rising passion. The pants wouldn’t budge, trapped between them.

  Dushan rolled quickly to the side with a grunt of frustration and got fully naked. Darcie lay on her back, enjoying a chance to breath. And think.

  What am I doing? He’s two steps short of being a rapist and I’m acting like a bride on her honeymoon.

  It was too late to reconsider. Dushan attacked her breasts again working his way up to her lips as he did before. This time, however, his heavy cock trailed along her thighs, moving closer and closer to her pussy.

  That thing can’t fit in me...

  But Dushan was going to make it. He held her shoulders from underneath, rising up above her. His chest was sweating and Darcie’s breasts glistened too. Looking down, she glimpsed the mighty organ.

  But there was no time for admiration. Dushan nestled the wide head of it between the lips of her entrance and pulled their bodies closer together. The pressure and urgency at her slit filled Darcie with dread and longing all at once.

  Dushan entered her the same way he had done everything else that night—with care and determined inevitability. He never rushed, but there was never a step back either.

  A sharp pain marked the loss of Darcie’s virginity and then his thick cock slid inside her with a torturously slow glide, the round head spreading her walls.

  Oh God, I did it. I’m having sex now and it’s with a guy I barely know. A guy who kidnapped me. This is so wrong.

  But it felt wonderful, even with the pain. Darcie was being stretched in ways she never thought possible. The hot tension of accommodating Dushan’s girth sent shivers through her body and left her gasping.

  Dushan made it worse as he kissed her. She let him take his pleasure with her as she grew dizzy for want of air. As he licked along her lips and tongue, he finally sunk his stiff shaft all
the way into her, his balls resting against the crack of her ass.

  His sack felt like it held a gallon of cum inside.

  He’s certainly packing the right equipment to make me pregnant. He’s all the way to the bottom of my vagina and he’s got a tank of sperm to drown my eggs in.

  Dushan left off kissing her and rose back to his elbows. His blue eyes were filled with a sense of amazement and even gratitude. Darcie could tell this really was the fulfillment of a long-held dream for him. It was too bad she had not seen how wonderful he was earlier.

  But that was irrelevant. He had her now and he was going to make good on his promise.

  As their eyes stayed locked, he withdrew half-an-inch, then slid back up her resisting passage. Just that slight movement made Darcie groan in discomfort. Yet she craved more. She wanted Dushan to take all he could get from her. She wanted him to sate his desires with her flesh, letting her serve him as the receptacle of his lust and seed.

  She got her wish. Dushan took longer and swifter strokes, the front of his cock bludgeoning away the last bit of defiance in her pussy. He hugged her tighter, pulling her face against his shoulders. She breathed in the scent of his skin and sweat and held him tighter in return.

  The steady rocking lulled her into a trance of pleasure, punctuated by the sharp pains of his cock stroking sharply into her. She moaned his name and he replied, “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

  His arousal grew and he rose up on his knees to plunge into her harder and deeper. Darcie responded, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts and willing her muscles to squeeze him tight.

  How long had she been in the bed with him? Darcie’s body was awash in the erotic thrill of this man taking her and using her. It was as if her life before this point didn’t even exist. There was only the sensation of being fucked.

  Dushan whispered in her ear, “I’m close, Darcie. I’m going to shoot in you soon. Tell me how much you want it.”

  Do I even want it at all?

  The reality of what was happening woke Darcie out of her reverie. She was allowing herself to become pregnant. She would have to carry a child for nine months and give birth. Could she just give herself over to such a choice because the act of taking this man’s seed gave her thrills she had never thought possible?

  But it was this man. The stalker who had obsessed over her for years and driven her crazy with his campaign to take over her mind. His strength and forceful will had won him a place in her bed. He head earned the right to seed her. Who was she to deny him?

  “Yes,” she said softly. “Do it. Cum in me. Get it all in me. I want you in my womb. I want your child in me tonight.”

  Dushan uttered a groaning cry at hearing her, as if the words had set him off. He took long, forceful strokes into her, his breath ragged. “This is it, Darcie. I’m cumming. I’m going to make you a mother.”

  The thought of it—the enormity of what they hoped would result from this fucking—made Darcie feel powerless with surrender and submission. That perfect sense of her place as Dushan’s mate sent her mind reeling and her body exploded into another wild orgasm. Darcie’s fingernails dug into her lover’s skin as she struggled to keep her body under control. Again and again the pleasure crested in her, seeming to fill her chest to bursting as she thought about Dushan’s cock spurting— shooting— splattering his potent cum down the pathway to her fertile womb.

  They both slowly descended to Earth, Dushan’s motion easing to a halt above her. They gazed into each other’s eyes as he breathed out, his happy smile beaming down at Darcie.

  “That was everything I ever dreamed it would be,” he said, then he kissed her lightly.

  Darcie was exhausted. Her mind had been worn down by the constant emotional strain of her night. Her muscles fell into a loose and languid hurt, like she was recovering from a fever. With Dushan’s cock still resting inside her, Darcie’s pussy throbbed gently with the after-ache of their fucking.

  She caressed his face gently and said, “Thank you. That’s a weird strange thing to say to someone who’s kidnapped you, I know, but I feel so grateful that you came for me. I can’t imagine my first time ever being better than this. You make me feel so sexy and loved.”

  Dushan laid himself down to her chest, resting the side of his face against her as he eased his cock out of her. She wished he could stay in her all night. She held his head to her, stroking her fingers through his tumbled dark hair.

  He fell asleep like that soon after and Darcie smiled at the contented expression on his face as he dreamed. She soon joined him in dozing off.

  ***

  It was still night when she awoke. Dushan was naked at the table fiddling with the food. The pleasant tingle of her stretched pussy muscles was the first feeling she registered. She rubbed her thighs together, savoring the sweet ache and the knowledge of what had brought her into this state.

  Am I pregnant yet? Can it happen that fast?

  Dushan said, “Good morning.”

  She looked around. The torches were out and only the three-quarter moon gave light. It hung over the tree line like a pregnant belly glowing with new life. Darcie raised an amused eyebrow at new lover and mate. “Morning?”

  “Just barely. It’s a little past one a.m.”

  Darcie stretched out, her spine arching. She was surprised by how she felt no embarrassment at displaying her breasts. In fact, it felt kind of good to show herself to Dushan.

  He walked over to her with a bowl and spoon. “The ice cream’s all melted, but we can give it a try.”

  When he sat next to her on the bed, Darcie saw the red lines where she had clawed him in her passion. Dushan brought the spoon to her mouth. She looked up at his happy grin and licked her lips. Stretching her neck, she took a mouthful of vanilla liquid. It was lukewarm and she could not help herself making a face.

  “No good?” he asked.

  “Kinda weird.”

  He playfully tossed the bowl over his shoulder into the night. “Forget it then. Let’s go take a walk in the garden.” He hopped off the bed and pulled Darcie to her feet next to him. She leaned into him, her hands enjoying the feel of his firm stomach.

  “Garden?”

  He took her hand and led Darcie to the trees. “Yeah. This is my garden. I used to come relax here after school, get rid of the stress and—”

  “Wait,” Darcie squealed. “My clothes!”

  “We don’t need them. I know the paths. You’ll be Eve and I’ll be Adam, naked in Eden.”

  Having given herself over to her stalker earlier in the night, Darcie felt a sense of freedom, like she had jumped off a cliff above a sparkling ocean. That sense of escape encouraged her to take another chance. She let herself be led into the forest.

  This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever done. Is that sad or wonderful?

  Dushan knew his way almost by touch it seemed. They strolled like old lovers, shoulders bumping, with the air gliding against all their naked parts.

  Darcie asked, “You came here a lot back in high school?”

  “Yes. It was the only place I felt at peace. Home was too crowded. School, well—”

  “Wait, did you spy on my house back then too?”

  “Yes.”

  Darcie imagined herself being watched, her mind ticking. “You never stopped, did you? Since high school, you’ve been out here stalking me, haven’t you?”

  He smiled with only a little embarrassment. “Yes.”

  “Wow.”

  Dushan said, “At first, all I knew is that I wanted you more than anything in the world. But I wracked my mind over and over thinking of how to make you mine. I decided to turn myself into the kind of man women want—started going to the gym, for instance. Took speech lessons. Learned how to fight.”

  “You turned out great.”

  “Yes,” said Dushan, squeezing her hand in his. “But that’s not what makes you want me, is it?”

  “Is that what you were talking about earlier? About me needi
ng someone to be in charge of me?”

  “I watched you and I learned. Once I realized how you were, I knew I needed to just take you in the most irrevocable way possible.”

  “That’s mighty convenient,” said Darcie with a gentle sarcastic tone, “given that you like taking control of me and have a thing for making girls pregnant.”

  “It was fate putting us together.” He squeezed her hand. “And I don’t have a thing for making girls pregnant. I have a thing for making you pregnant. It’s who you are inside that—”

  Darcie stopped walking and looked up at him. “I like you Dushan, and— What you did, it made me see you in a whole other light. Made me want you in a whole different way. But I don’t know about me needing to submit to anyone because of how I grew up. Even if my dad’s a bossy guy—”

  “You’re afraid to be on your own, Darcie.” Dushan stroked gently at her temple with his finger, lifting a stray lock of her hair out of the way. “You had a free ride to Cal Tech and you turned it down to stay here and have your father pay for community college. You couldn’t bear the thought of being away from his protection.”

  “I don’t look at my dad and feel desire—”

  “No.” Dushan smiled, his eyes warm. “Your dad was your master for childish things. You’re a grown woman now. And you’ve been scared, wondering who will take charge of you as you enter the world of love and romance.”

  “And that’s you?”

  “Girls like you don’t choose. You belong to whoever takes you for themselves. I’ve taken you.”

  A shudder of arousal ran through Darcie at the idea that she had no choice in all this. “I don’t—”

  “I’m going to show you I’m right,” said Dushan. “You need to learn this now.”

  He gripped her shoulders and forced her to her knees in a sudden violent move. “Get me hard.”

  The soft moonlight bathed the thick cock hanging before her. Darcie realized that Dushan was still her captor. He would not be satisfied until she did as he commanded.