That Insatiable NEED to Breed

Nothing turns me on more than the thought of breeding. It is so primal and animalistic, the most basic and true purpose. Self control melts into that one natural purpose...to flood a fertile unprotected womb with my seed. To claim her as mine, to not only change her body and her life forever, but for her to constantly be reminded of me forever.

Except I need variety in sex.

This need could be just a raw primal moment of blind horniness. Bending her over, sinking deep inside of her. Pulling her hair as I start to slide in and out of her, driving as deep inside her as I can. Telling her how I am not going to pull out. That she belongs to me, and I am going to make her a mother. The more she moans and begs, the faster and harder I go. My body taking over, holding her in place so she can't move even though her legs stopped working and her mind can't form a coherent thought anymore. Telling her to be my good girl and take all of my cum, as I slam deep inside. Unloading all of my pent up, hot, raw cum. Exploding inside of her, keeping her still. Not moving myself until I am done. Pulling back once I am satisfied, seeding my seed leaking out and running down her thighs.

Other times I want her on her back, looking up at me. Ensnared in her arms and legs. Kissing up her neck as I slowly slide in and out. Savoring the feel of her around all of me. Getting closer as I press my forehead against hers. Looking in her eyes, as my orgasm approaches. Telling her "make me a father" as my body tenses. Both of us seeing the moment in our eyes as my body shudders, the weight of me pressing against her and pinning her under me. Thick, potent seed flooding her womb. Kissing her through out moans. Getting lost in the kiss, keeping her plugged as I stay deep inside and make out with her. Knowing I am making sure nothing leaks out, and that all my seed has only one place to go...