Case 220: Becoming a real mom. (R-18)
Case 220: Becoming a real mom. (R-18)
Let's turn back the time a bit.
Emy and I were cruising around in our new disguises, trying to gather information about the city. However, it appears that nobody really wanted to talk to us because we didn't have an ID.
Apparently, the mermaid queen recently propagated a new movement to tighten the overall security of Atlas and filter its immigrants. For that, each and every citizen here requires an ID to do most things, and even visitors have temporary ones, although they won't receive visitors anymore.
And that's the problem. We don't have IDs.
Even if we want to make them, they won't give us no matter what. Stealing won't exactly work either. Now, I can probably hack into the city's system using divine magic, yet our reserves currently are nowhere enough for such an extensive task.
We're already using divine magic to translate the languages here anyway.
When texting the others, I learned that they have somehow found ways to borrow IDs to use... But no one was willing to lend us on this side!
Bad luck.
The situation was bleak until we eventually stumbled upon a clue after wandering the streets for a while: a missing notice—three of them, to be exact.
From their names and appearances, they were probably a family—two moms and one daughter. The dates on them were quite old, like, a whole thirty years, so I can assume that they wouldn't come back here anymore.
''...We can use this.''
So, we changed our appearance again to become the couple—Diana and Eliza. The former one would be me, and the latter one would be Emy.
''So now, we just need to report the daughter as dead...''
''Mhm.''
Sorry, you guys. I have to do this for humanity.
Hurrying to the library to learn the process of reporting deaths, we were greeted with another problem. To verify the report, we needed to answer security questions, either ones that the daughter had set or that the parents had.
Why? How the hell would I know?
''Crap...''
As I kept massaging my temples while thinking of a way, a possibility emerged in my head.
''Maybe... We need a child with each other??''
''Let's do it right away. The sooner, the better.''
Emy agreed right away. This is...
No, let's face it, in fact, I wanted this from the beginning. I could have asked the other four to take care of the IDs for us, yet I didn't. There are probably other ways to do it, yet I thought about babymaking the first second.
I can't deny my eagerness to become a mom anymore. My motherly instinct...
And that's how we reach the present.
As of right now, I just got my ovaries back from Eva. My stomach feels fuller, which is quite unsettling, but nothing serious.
Now, obviously, we can't wait nine months for me to birth my child, but there's a way to take care of that. Using a mixture of divine magic and advanced life magic, I can temporarily summon an entity that is technically my child from a fertilized egg of mine.
It'll undoubtedly be my child with whoever I give myself to, even if they will only last for a few months at best.
Still, I can collect their memory and insert them into my child—my normally-born child—later, so that's a relief. This is one of the reasons I'm so eager to have a child.
In any case, after consulting with the others, they eventually agree to let me give birth to Emy's child for this occasion. The jealousy I can feel from their voices through the phone is quite intense, though.
With all of that taken care of, there is only one thing left to do...
Booking the top floor of a fancy hotel after lightly hypnotizing the attendants and giving them compensation beforehand, we thoroughly wash ourselves before releasing it all and climbing on the bed, buck naked.
''Emy, shall we?''
''Mhm.''
Tonight, Emy looks softer than usual. Basking in the moonlight through the glass ceiling, her golden eyes gleam with sparkling lights akin to stars, and all of those in her eyes are directed only at me.
As Emy's slender hands envelop mine, I can vividly feel the calluses on her palm, and upon gazing down, a huge rod is already waiting to pierce my below, delivering the precious semen that would combine with my eggs to create a new life.
Holding the urge to jump on her and take a bite of her mouthful peaks while swallowing her sword whole, I obediently take a step back and lower my head.
Smoothly and cleanly, I press my forehead down on the bedsheet and put my hands in front of my head—a practiced movement.
''Mistress Emilia.'' I begin. ''With your invaluable and superior semen, please impregnate my pathetic, lowly eggs while enjoying my sloppy slut pussy.''
''...''
A heavy and musky atmosphere descends the space. A mere passing thought of being bred by a woman like Emy makes me terribly wet and horny. For this night, I am in her complete mercy—a slave and her absolute master.
And it seems it is not only me who enjoys this relationship.
Soon enough, a thick and heavy something is slapped onto the back of my head. It twitches like an earthquake and radiates fierce heat, running across the length of my scalp and reaching my nape.
''Hah... Hah...''
Panting heavily, I can feel my face burning as I raise my head and grab the girth with two hands, holding it preciously like a treasure. With an intense desire brewing in my heart and running through my body, I begin to press my lips onto the cock—slowly, deeply, and carefully.
From the bottom to the top, to the sides, and to the jiggling, full ballsacks below. Finally, I plant the final kiss on the very tip of the gland, pushing it into my mouth slightly, tasting the salty scent embedded within.
''I love you, Emy.''
Pressing my cheek onto the girth, I gaze right at my lovely fiancé's trembling eyes.
''...Me too.''
With unparalleled vigor, Emy grabs my shoulder and pins me down on the bed. The moonlight pours onto the back of her head, shading my vision.
Her golden eyes shine brighter than the sky above.
''Hgn...''
Below, her hands caress my bare chest, her fingers tracing my areolas. Soon, her impatient side ultimately wins as she closes the gap between us and seals my lips with hers.
Feeling the soft and fragrant flesh meshing against my own, I extend my tongue willingly and put my legs up, pointing my drenched pussy up as a sign of fervor.
''Mmph...!''
Firmly, her lovely cock pushes aside my slit, slowly stretching my hole to its optimal state—holding a cock. The entire girth grinds against my folds as Emy shoves her whole weight down in a beautiful mating press, and the gland that I just kissed now flattens my womb mercilessly, squashing it down as if asserting dominance.
slurp—!
PACK—!
''Mmph?!''
Quickly pulling her hip up, Emy then slams her cock down, making my wimpy pussy eat her whole monster cock and conveniently ramming the gland through my cervix.
A shock akin to electricity runs through my entire body as I let out a muffled squeal, hip twerking incessantly while tides of lewd juice shoot out of my pussy.
Instinctively, I lock my legs and arms behind Emy's body, tightening our intimate connection even more.
thump—!
In the total silence, an audible thumb reverberates through my frail body, signaling the heaven that I've been waiting for. My pussy immediately tightens, and my womb surges forward so as not to let the cock ever leave, and then—
spurt—! spurt—! spurt—!
''Mhmp...''
Continuous, rich, and hot streams of liquid are shot straight into my sloppy sack, spreading an incredible sensation across my entire body. Emy's cock quivers violently for a while, pumping more and more to make sure I won't escape being impregnated.
Afterward, we stay still, enjoying the afterglow of our acts, mouth connected, cock and pussy connected, our everything connected.
Deep in my hazy consciousness, I already know.
Without a doubt, I'm pregnant.
But... This night won't end just because I'm pregnant. If it's the Emy I know...
I should prepare to stay up all night.
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