Fertility Idol: 7

May do some tweaks to this, I am currently writing under the straing of "yap, I have the flu" and "Oh God, lungs don't DO that."

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I fucked her. The words were simple, but looking down at her. There was a deeper meaning.

I fucked her. He hadn’t asked, he hadn’t decided to take her out to a dinner, and try and woo her…

Mark had made her his. Made her suck him off… and she’d taken joy in it. It was like she’d discovered something about herself.

And me, myself. Because Mark thought about it. The statue wasn’t just about being bred or fertility, it was about creating a community… and everyone had their place in that community. The men would handle the affairs of defense, protecting their women, making certain they were cared for while the women…

Will provide us with our families… The thought made sense, and the image of the statue, her lips curved in a knowing smile caused Mark’s cock to rise once again. The statue had done this. All the girls protesting against it weren’t protesting against it…they were protesting against their own nature.

Uselessly.

Cho was staring at him, staggering to her feet. “What did we do—What did you—“

“Be quiet.” Mark said, not angrily but his voice firm.

Cho’s mouth snapped shut as her eyes widened. She stared at him, suddenly aware of how she was still dripping with his fluids, gobs of semen on her face, shirt, and hair.

Mark loomed over her, then lightly cupped her cheek. Cho shuddered, involuntarily leaning into it.

“Good girl,” Mark said. The words just came out. “Now I want you to talk to me and answer my questions. Right?”

“I…” Cho stomped her foot, the motion surprisingly childish. “I’m the professor here.”

Mark smiled, his cock throbbing as he stared at her. “Sure you are, Professor. So talk to me.”

“I…something is happening with that statue. It’s not—“

“Like you said,” Mark told the shorter woman. “She was bred, she was made his.”

“No, I… I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then why were you sucking my cock?” Cho flushed at the words, opening her mouth and closing it.

Mark never had felt so powerful in his life. By every measure, skill, education, money, position, Cho should be his superior…but here she was, blushing and stuttering

“I… I…”

“I don’t think the statue would wake up something that was never there. You said she was bred. But  that’s not what you were thinking about, was it? I bet you were imagining what it would be like to be taken—to be bred yourself.”

Cho actually shuddered then, a moan escaping from her lips as droplets spattered onto the floor under her skirt.

“Are you on the pill?”

“N-no… I don’t like how it makes me feel….”

“Anything else?”

“No…no.” She was blushing, unable to meet his gaze, her erect nipples pressing into her shirt.

“So if I Fuck you now, you could get pregnant. I could breed you,” Mark said, emphasizing the last word, as he walked forward and cupped one tit. Cho shuddered. “Do you want that?” Mark asked. “Remember how the statue looked…do you want to look like that?”

“Ah…” Cho closed her eyes, and shuddered. Mark knew what she was doing.

“You’re imagining it, aren’t you. Everyone looking at you, wondering who put a baby in you.” He paused. “But not just that. Like you said, you’d be bred.”  He took her chin in his hand. “Bred.” He repeated.

“I’d be… bred.” She said.

“And that means you’d belong to a man. You’d belong to me.” Mark said.

“Belong… No….” Cho said. “I’m a… woman…”

Mark chuckled. “But you’d be bred.”  He nodded. “Bred. That’s what you said. You’d be bred. But if you’re bred, you need a man to protect you. That’s what men do, they protect you. Think about the statue. The way she just would submit… that’s how she got that belly. She submitted.”

“I—“

“Like you’ll submit.”

“No, I—“

“Do you want to be bred?”

Cho whimpered. “Yes…”

“Then you have to submit.” Mark looked at her. “Strip.”

Now she could leave. She could tell him he was fired. She could…

Cho started to undo her clothing. “I… I wanna be bred,” she said, her voice a whisper. “But I need a man… I need a man to protect…”

“And to submit to.”

Cho shuddered. “Submit… Bred…”

“Because you need to be bred.” Mark paused. “Why else didn’t you use protection? You didn’t know it, but you’ve been waiting for this moment.”

Cho reached up without saying anything and started to undo her shirt. Her medium sized tits were revealed, concealed within a lace bra. Mark waited and she undid the bra, the orbs jiggling as they were released from their confinement. Next, she undid her black pencil skirt. Letting it fall to the ground, revealing her purple panties—her soaked purple panties. But before she touched her panties, Mark put his hand on hers. “Turn around.” He ordered, and Cho bit her lip, obediently turned, not resisting as Mark bent her over the desk. He started fondling her ass, running his fingers over it, listening to Cho’s increasingly desperate gasps. “You know, someone could walk in on us,” Mark said. “What would you tell them? Would you tell them you were being bred, that the one thing you need is my cock in your pussy, my seed in your womb…”

Cho moaned, and shuddered.

Mark then started pulling her panties down,already soaked fabric revealing her mons, wet and gleaming with her fluids. He smiled, than ran his finger up and down her swollen lips.  Cho started to buck, whining in desperation as Mark used his other hand to press against her ass, pushing her down, controlling her.

Mark felt his cock twitch again. It wasn’t just about breeding, it was about… controlling the woman in front of him. That was what he’d gotten from the statue, the girls odd stuttering comments about it, women discovering the need to be controlled, but not yet realizing what it was—or accepting it. He’d never thought about it like that, but now… Now it was so clear. He slipped one finger, than two into the folds of her pussy, and the woman’s gasping cries were devoid of anything but lust. Then Mark pulled away, and she wiggled, pushing back, trying to keep him touching her.

Mark leaned down, whispering into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you know, you know that, right? I’m going to fill your womb with my seed, and this is your last chance to tell me not to. Because after this, you’re mine.”

“P…”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me—please!”

Mark pressed his thick cockhead up against Cho’s opening, waiting until her whimpers became frantic. Then he thrust it in, the tightness of the channel showing that the professor had little in the way of sexual experience. He felt her folds spreading as Cho pushed back, trying to get as much as Mark’s cock into her as she could.

Mark started moving, his thrusts firm, but not overly quick. This was special, he would make it special for Cho, her entry into a new world. His thrusts continued, reaching down with one hand to lightly rub her exposed slit. Cho spasmed, almost like she’d been shocked at that, as series of high pitched cries filling the air.

Mark chuckled. “You know,people may hear you, Professor Cho, screaming like  a wildwoman.”

If anything, she got louder, and Mark got to work, thrusting into her, keeping up the pace. Moving faster, now that her tight channel was accustomed to his girth.

Slowly, he felt himself coming towards his peak, and Mark bent down over Cho, his thrusts faster, his hands curving around to take her tits in his hands, massaging them, tugging on her nipples. Marks grunts became deep guttural counterpart to Cho’s helpless whimpers.

Then, Mark felt it. It was time. He growled. “Cum girl!” And Cho screamed, her vaginal muscles clenching around his organ as Mark’s cock swelled and a torrent of hot cum sprayed out into her womb, filling it and overflowing. Mark had never cum so hard in his life, but…

His life was different now.

He pumped into her again and again, wondering if even now, an egg was about to be fertilized. Finally, it was over. Cho was softly moaning, lost in her post orgasmic haze. Mark looked down as he pulled his cock out, a torrent of cum spilling out of her overfilled pussy.

“Get up.” He ordered.

Cho tried, but her legs failed her and Mark caught her, his hands gentle but irresistable. “Fine.” He said. Looking into her purse. “These are your car keys and apartment keys, right?”

“Yes…” She slurred out.

Mark nodded. “Well if you’re to fucked to walk…” He lifted her up, flipping her over one shoulder. “I’ll handle it.” Classes were over, and nobody was in the building.

If he ran into anyone…

I’ll just tell them I fucked my professor senseless. After all, if she thinks she’s keeping this secret…she has another thing coming.