The Breeding Oasis

The First Breeding

The dimly lit bathhouse room was an oasis of sensuality, the soft glow of flickering candles dancing across the slick, tiled walls. Steam curled lazily from a nearby hot spring, the minerals scenting the air with a heady, earthy perfume. The carpeted dais in the center of the small room was plush, a luxurious stage for the woman who eagerly knelt upon it, swaying her hips in excitement. Her wrists were gently restrained to the dais, her fingers curled around vertical poles, her body poised on her knees with her butt raised, her flushed pussy and tight, puckered asshole on full display.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as someone quietly attached nipple stimulating cups to her, their rhythmic flicking awakening a surge of energy that wound through her body like lightning and ended at her pussy. She rocked back and forth, her body betraying her eagerness, her arousal beginning to make her pussy glisten.

She waited with desperate anticipation for a cock, a finger, something on her aching pussy. Instead, a small anal vibrator suddenly touched her tight asshole and was slowly inserted, the unfamiliar wet intrusion making her cry out in shock. The vibrator buzzed to life, sending waves of pleasure through her, the unexpected sensation making her breath catch. She clenched around it erratically, trying to find a rhythm, her body adjusting, her arousal building.

After a few minutes, the solid wood door to the room opened, and a naked man entered, his strange cock a thick, twisted bundle of shafts that pulsed and twitched with a life of their own. She looked over at him with curiosity. This was the one that was to breed her? This should be an interesting time, she thought.

He took his position standing behind the dais and nudged her knees apart wider. He held his cock bundle underneath her swollen clit, rubbing it, the sensation overwhelming. She cried out, her body convulsing and jerking her nipple cups as she quickly orgasmed, releasing the first portion of her pent-up need, her juices flooding her thighs and his cock.

He then removed her anal vibrator, and her breath hitched at the change of its sudden absence. Her attention was quickly grabbed by the sensation of the tip of his cock bundle finally pressing hard against her dripping pussy, but it did not enter. She was ready, eager, yet the evident thickness of his cock was daunting. He rubbed the head against her entrance, further parting her labia, the yearned-for stimulation making her whimper. He pushed forward again, the head just breaching her opening, stretching her to accommodate him. She moaned, trying to relax her body as he moved, the thick shaft steadily inching deeper with each slow thrust.

Her breath came in ragged moans, her body bucking, her walls struggling to fit around his thickness. He suddenly growled - Appreciatively? Affectionately? Possessively? Dismissively? She wondered but could not read him. His hands gripped her hips, his thrusts firm but controlled, each one pushing him deeper, stretching her wider. She groaned, surrendering to the moment, her body a symphony of pleasure and discomfort, her body accommodating him, taking him, wanting more.

Finally, he was fully planted, his cock bundle buried balls deep inside her cunt. He pulled back, his cock slipping out, her walls snapping back, only to be more rapidly stretched again as he thrust forward and she groaned. His firm pounding sent waves of warmth through her, her whimpers of pleasure filling the room for long minutes as his pace increased. Once used to his girth, she hungrily rammed her cunt back against his thrusts as they worked together, his balls slapping against her clit.

Suddenly, his cock bundle began to untwine and separate, individual shafts curving to stretch her wider in every direction on the inside, her walls straining and then yielding to the new pressure as she moaned loudly and repeatedly. The pounding slowed, each thrust rubbing all the sides of her vagina tantalizingly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Quietly, a slim, flexible ovipositor emerged from the center of the bundle, tickling the opening of her cervix. Her eyes opened wide, body tensing, her walls futilely clenching and unclenching against his wide-spread cocks holding her in position. His ovipositor smoothly slid through her secret ring, anchoring itself at the top of her cervix inside her uterus. She gasped at the subtle but disorienting feeling, reeling in dizziness, as she moaned and wilted on the dais.

Without hesitation, he grasped her hips more decisively and held her up as he began to move again, his thrusts slow, controlled, each one pumping great quantities of his cum through the ovipositor, filling her uterus. After half a minute of these slow, regular thrusts, she rallied, once more savoring the spherical stretch of the deepest parts of her vagina pushed out by his cocks, uniting with the rhythmic pulsing of him fucking his cum straight into her.

She moaned, her body alternating hot and cold, her womb beginning to stretch as it filled with more and more of his cum. She lowered her head and saw in the flickering candlelight that her belly had begun to get visibly rounded. As the man's ovipositor continued to pump his seed into her for minutes on end, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent, her swollen belly began to rock back and forth in time with her pendulous breasts, her skin stretching taut and reddened, her pregnancy advancing at an alarming rate. She let out ragged gasps and cries, her hands clenching the poles provided for them, her skin slick with sweat. Her breath eventually came in pants as she took every last drop of his seemingly endless seed into her now fully distended belly that rested on the dais, a vessel replete with fertility.

Finally, with a guttural growl, the man gave three wildly rapid thrusts in a row, then stayed balls deep in her, firmly holding her to him, before she could even cry out. He slowly pulled out, ovipositor leaving as smoothly as it had entered, cocks twisting within her as they reunited into a cock bundle that came out glistening with male and female juices mingled. She collapsed onto the dais, her belly a buzzing, swollen newcomer, her body astonished, her mind reeling. She could feel his cum inside her, her womb working its magic on it, toward who knew what kind of offspring.

After what felt like an eternity, she managed to muster the strength to sit up. She took off the wrist restraints, then reached up, fingers trembling, and detatched the nipple stimulators, her breasts heavy. She lay back down, her body aching, her belly a constant, throbbing reminder of her impregnation. She pulled a nearby blanket over her body and slept, sated and exhausted.

She spent the next day in a haze, her naked body resting in the warm bathhouse room, her mind replaying the events of the night before, wondering whether breeding with his kind was always like this. Nourishing drinks and food were brought to her, her body gratefully absorbing the nutrients. Summoning the strength to lift herself cumbersomely from the dais, she surveyed the room she had been in since the previous night's adventure. She availed herself of the shower, and then eased her aching muscles in the hot spring pool, before taking another nap on her dais.

As the sun outside the bathhouse skylight began to set, she felt a surge of curiosity and arousal, a deep, throbbing heat igniting once more in her core. She obeyed, hands instinctively moving to her firm breasts, her fingers playing with her sensitive nipples. She saw that a wand-style clit vibrator had been placed near her. Turning it on, she first circled the vibrator around her eager nipples, the deep hum of the wand sending waves of desire through her body.

She moved the wand lower, taking a deep breath as she approached her clit gingerly with such a powerful vibrator. First she pressed it against the mound above her clit, sending deep vibrations that resonated through her pelvis and the very roots of her clitoris. She explored lower, first pressing the corner of the wand against one side of her clit, then the other, testing which way the winds of arousal were blowing. Seeing sparks in her mind from the first side, she gripped the wand there and pursued the intense sensation as it built toward climax.

Her hips bucked wildly and her core clenched, her body preparing for orgasm. She trembled with need, the magic wand pressed firmly against her swollen clit, but the muscles she needed to clench to achieve climax were hindered by the sheer size of her engorged belly. The eggs within her, numerous and firm, stretched her abdomen to its limit, making each muscle contraction a challenge. She whimpered, rolling around to a different position, her mind a blur of frustrated desire.

She tried to ride the wand, to grind her hips, but her belly was an obstacle, an unwieldy extension that restricted her movements. She increased the vibration speed, her body jerking, her focus consumed by unfulfilled lust. She could feel her muscles contracting again, her body so close to orgasm, but the eggs were in the way, her fullness a barrier to her release.

She adjusted her position yet again and continued to grind the wand against her clit, determined to ride the sensation to orgasm even if it tore her apart. She suddenly started to feel an intense pressure, her insides clenching, her muscles tight, her vision wavering. She cried out, her eyes closing, as an egg slid out of her churning womb and suddenly filled her pussy. She felt the large, heavy egg pressing against her walls, stretching them wide, the sensation exhilarating.

She moaned, her body trembling, her mind ecstatic with anticipation, as she continued to grind the vibrator on high against her clit, feeling the orgasm building again. Just as it reached an unbearable level, she felt her body pushing, convulsing as the egg was forced out of her pussy, stretching her opening pleasurably wide and finally releasing her orgasm as she felt some of her muscles able to contract at last. The egg popped out and fireworks erupted in the black sky of her mind's eye, as overwhelming happiness washed over her and left her body tingling from head to toe in its wake.

She collapsed back onto the soaked dais, breathing heavily, heart pounding and pussy dripping. She was nowhere near sated, now that she knew what that experience was like. As her desire geared up for another egg, she lifted the vibrator to her clit again, this time starting on the other side.

The eggs kept coming from her fertile, impregnated body, her pussy a stretched, dripping mess, her juices flowing abundantly. She could feel the eggs sliding down into and out of her pussy, the sensations intense, overwhelming, fulfilling. With each egg that slipped out, she felt a surge of frantic pleasure, a wave of relief, her body finally able to move, to thrust, to reach a new climax. She pushed out over a dozen eggs in total, her body spent, her pussy humming loudly, her mind a blur of purpose and pleasure.

As the very last egg slid out, she felt a sudden, deep void, an emptiness that was both liberating and hungry. Her body was her own again - and she knew just what she planned to do with it, the next chance she got.