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John hadn’t meant to stare at her for so long, but it could hardly be his fault for looking. She was laid out on her belly so perfectly. If he hadn’t heard her deep, even breathing and the occasional hum she did when she was dreaming, he’d have thought it was intentional. It was already like she was inviting him in. The way one leg was bent out at an angle to put her swollen pussy on display was overwhelming. He hadn’t seen it when he’d gotten up for a drink, but coming back to bed it was hard to miss. Even with just the moonlight casting over her, his animal eyes could see it all.
Just hours before she had been begging him not to stop, and a few hours after had been crying that she couldn’t take anymore, but with the way he was hardening she’d have to take him inside at least one more time. It was only fair given what she did to him. Besides, it was mating season. He could hardly be blamed if he ‘forgot’ the condom. And she’d been tempting him when she held Simon’s baby all of yesterday. He knew she knew what she was doing.
Gods above how his animal side yearned to rut into her with wild abandon. He wanted so badly to fill her up with his cum. It would most likely take, too. It was mating season, the moon was full, her cycle tracker had notified her this morning she was ovulating, and now she was laid out for him. His perfect girl. His wife. He’d fill her with as many babies as would fit.
Or maybe he’d remember the condom. There was one on the night stand that had looked particularly roughed up when she’d opened the box. His perfect girl laughed about how effective condoms could be if they came out of the box half opened. It was dark, he could grab the wrong one. Grab the defective one. Maybe he wouldn’t get the chance to fill her up, but he knew it would take. Then he could spend months filling her up.
Chancing a quick glance down, he saw how hard he was. No longer was his cock just interested it was pleasing with him to stick it somewhere warm and inviting. And his wife’s swollen pussy was both warm and inviting. Just like that, John was across the room, reaching for a condom.
His wife hummed in her sleep again, and turned her face towards his side of the bed. He was careful to be as quiet as he could be, almost going so far as to curse his bear genes when the soft bed dipped under his weight. He knew you loved the animalistic side of him though, and couldn’t begrudge anything you loved. Before long he was stroking his cock, looking at the perfect globes of his wife’s ass.
Whenever he took her from behind, he loved watching the bounce and jiggle. He loved the soft feel as his fingers dug into them. It was one of his favorite positions. And now, thinking about filling his wife with her husband’s cock, he couldn’t help but to groan. She hummed again, like perhaps she was agreeing.
Not nearly as carefully as he had been to the mattress, John rolled on the condom. It could’ve just been a play of the moonlight, but if he saw a small tear in the latex, he pretended not to. Not when he was already leaning over her perfect body. Especially, not when he carefully raised her hips to slide his own pillow under her.
His wife had always been the sound sleeper of the two of them. Even in the winter, when he felt the most lethargic, he would wake long before her to the smallest of sounds. Never had he tried to physically move her while she was sleeping before. Nonetheless, it proved that not even his gentle manhandling was enough to wake her. Or perhaps he’d worn her out so thoroughly wringing her dry of even the orgasms she’d sworn she didn’t have left in her body earlier in the night.
No force on earth could stop him now. Not when he swiped a finger up her pussy, to find it wet already. When he eased himself inside with yet another groan, he heard her breathing hitch. It always did when he sank his whole self inside. She was still stretched out enough to take him without the hiss that followed when they were in too much of a hurry.
Gods she felt even better than she looked. Warm and wet and his. Nothing, not even shifting, would ever feel as heavenly as sinking his hard cock into his wife’s pussy. It was the only heaven he’d get to experience, he knew that, but it was enough. Especially, when they had cubs to raise and watch grow.
He pulled out slowly, feeling every centimeter of the drag of his cock against her pussy.
She felt so warm and so full and so content in her dream. Her belly was full of good warm food. She was with her husband, sitting next to a fire. He was giving her that dark look he got when he was randy. Boy, did she start to feel wet when he looked at her like that.
”You’ll have to be quiet if you don’t want to wake them.”
She looked over at the tent surrounding them, only noticing them when he pointed them out. When she looked back at him, he was kissing her neck, gently nipping at an old scar that sent electricity down her spine. Her moan was not nearly as quiet as it should’ve been.
”Honey, if you can’t be quiet on your own, I’ll have to make you.”
She felt the grumble in his chest rise when she whined just loud enough for him to get the message. There was a smirk and then he was turning her over, pressing her into a mattress that hadn’t been there when the dream started. She turned back to look at him in time for a pillow to hit her in the face. He was pushing another under her hips, when he growled.
”Scream into that if you can’t behave.”
Before she turned back around to look at the headboard that most certainly hadn’t been there before, she caught a glimpse of him rubbing his naked cock. Every time she saw it, her stomach would flip and her thoughts would race at the knowledge he was about to put it inside of her. Her husband’s eyes were that of a bear’s. She quickly stuffed her face into the pillow, unable to hold back a needier whine. He was going to fuck her like the animals they were.
“Gonna put my babies into you,” he growled as his hand found her clit. “Gonna fill you up.”
She loved that her husband was so vocal. It was one of the many things that had drawn her in. She needed so badly to know what he was thinking.
”M’ gonna paint your womb with my cum.”
He slipped into her slowly, his hands pulling her ass cheeks apart to expose herself to him. She hissed at the stretch. It was a good pain. Usually, he would spend time stretching her on his fingers while he ate her out. It was good to feel like she made him lose control sometimes though. Like he just couldn’t wait to get inside of her.
”Such a good wife,” he soothed, “taking me so well.”
She moaned again, this time into the pillow. His hands found her hips. The grip so familiar, that she could feel herself get even wetter in anticipation.
”Gonna make my little wife into a mamma.”
They’d discussed children ages ago, and every now and then the topic would crop up again. She knew John wanted as many cubs as she could give him, and she was okay with that. She loved the idea. But also wanted to have a bit more time between just the two of them. They had hundreds of years to spend making babies, what was a little time just living?
She hadn’t known what a breeding kink was, until he’d explained it. At first she’d been hesitant. When he’d assured her that it was mostly just words and the idea of it that helped him to get off, she had relented and eventually enjoyed feeding into the fantasy.
”Want you to fill me up,” she slurred out through his agonizingly slow pace.
The familiar, pleasant burn in her stomachs grew as his finger pressed into her clit in time with his cock. John was the expert in making her come. Even more, perhaps, than she was.
”Wife wants me to fuck her full of babies?”
It was a rhetorical question, but she nodded furiously anyway. His pace quickened, the slap of wet skin on skin stoking the fire raging into an inferno.
”Wife wants to cum?”
She nodded even more furiously, “Please, please, please. Lemme come, please.”
”Gonna come on my cock like a good girl?”
He punctuated the last two words with hard thrusts, really driving into her.
”I’ll be so good. I promise.”
She was barely hanging on by a thread now. His fast pace not helping. All that was holding her back was his permission.
”Wife gonna let me come inside her?”
She knew she was talking but honestly could not catch whatever words were coming out. They must’ve been good though. John pounded into her faster, his fingers rolling her clit hard between them.
The scream that came out of her was barely muffled by the pillow. The following stuttering whines followed as John rode her hard and fast through her orgasm. She chanced a look back, and her eyes rolled back in her head in pleasure. Her husband looked feral for her.
This was no soft lovemaking. He was determined. He was on a mission to impregnate her. In the dream, she saw every inch of the man she had bound her life to. Even this part of him, she loved.
She felt the angle change, his hand slip from her sensitive clit to rest on her lower back. He pushed her down further into bed, pushing one leg up and at an angle to open her up to him. She felt the grumble of a bear as he stopped pulling her into him and started really pounding into her.
John’s pace grew messy. She could’ve counted down the seconds before he painted her in cum. If this had been real, he’d have pulled out of her at the last possible moment to come on her back. This time, in her dream, she felt his grip tighten brutally. He pressed into her so deep, she could feel him against a forbidden part of her. The warmth that shot out of him and into her flooded her with desire.
A slightly larger than normal part of her almost wished that she’d get pregnant. She knew that there would be a light in her husband’s eyes that nothing else could make. She would carry their children. Her heart would grow just as her love for him did.
His wife looked up at him with a sleepy smile, not quite awake enough to know she was. She muttered something incomprehensible before pushing back into him. Eagerly, she squeezed around his over sensitive, softening cock. John jerked slightly away in surprise, slipping out of her.
She whined in protest, more awake now. He flipped her over, pulling the used and abused condom off and throwing it away. She smiled again, her eyes more awake and aware.
”Gods, I love you.”
He fell asleep to her stroking one hand through his hair, the other massaging the back of his neck. Just as he drifted off, he heard her echo the words back to him softly.