Final Flu Shanghai Ch 08 1

This was originally one of those bonus chapters that's not part of the main story (the first of four between chapters 8 and 9). After going back and re-reading, I decided to add this one to the main story since chapter 8 builds up to it so much, and since it actually has some important plot developments.

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All thoughts of slowing down and savoring undressing them had gone out the window as soon as he got his fingertips inside of Lily and Zhihao. He was right back in beast mode, but it didn't scare him, it didn't feel out of control. He knew he could stop it if he wanted to. It was his beast now. No, he was the beast now. He wanted them all so much and he was going to start having them, right fucking now. Reaching the bedroom, his eyes went wide as he saw Lanying and Soomin, both already nude. Fucking gorgeous, sexy as hell, and so ready for him. He pulled Zhihao in and they tangled again, mad with passion, both of them struggling with their clothes as they kissed and groped and ground against each other.

The others caught up and swarmed around, helping them undress, and soon he was lying back onto the bed with Zhihao falling on top of him, grinding her wetness on his shaft and moaning as he kissed her lovely perky breasts and sucked a tiny hard nipple, running his hands all over her. What was it about her that he wanted so much? Everything. Her face alone would have been enough to make her a ten even if her body had been average. Just as beautiful as any of the models but somehow more real. Her radiant smile, her sparkling eyes, her glowing passionate lively spirit, something or everything about her had been more than enough to break his resistance when he held her hands downstairs. And now as she raised herself up over him, he saw that every inch of her body was just as perfect, just as mind-blowing. She was a heavenly gift, and she couldn't wait to give herself to him completely.

Unbelievable and so real. Actually happening to him. Now, right now, she had his actual cock in her hand and was lifting up to get it in position. Wide open above him, panting with lust, this incredibly sexy sweetheart he had just met was about to become one with him. It was stunning, unbelievable, so powerful, so unique, so overwhelmingly sexy. He felt her heavenly wetness surround and clench on his tip. She gasped in shock at the intense pleasure of it, her beautiful soulful eyes wide and locked with his, both of them stunned at the power and pleasure of the moment. She pushed again and stopped again after another inch with a strangled moan, her eyes going unfocused as she delighted in the sensation of his iron-hard shaft stretching her open.

She was so turned on. Was she going to come already? He somehow knew he could quickly drive her over the edge if he wanted to. He knew just how he'd do it, light strokes from the tip of his thumb on her hard little clit while pressing the base of his thumb firmly just above it. But she wanted to wait, so instead he held both her hands in his again, as he had downstairs, and just watched her in awe as she gave herself to him.

She rocked slightly back up, then slowly pushed down again. Exquisite tight warm slickness embraced more of him and she stopped again, her eyes closed, clenching hard on him and moaning.

Zhihao couldn't believe how good it felt, every millimeter of penetration sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She wasn't even touching her clit and she was close to orgasm. Sex had never felt like this, not even close. God, she wanted him all the way inside her so much, but she kept having to stop to avoid coming. From the moment she saw him she had been so wet, so incredibly turned on, aching with need for him. It was so insanely hot to be among so many women she knew he would have tonight, and even more so to see the ones he had just taken. Their beautiful joy was so contagious and thrilling, and the incredible number that he had already knocked up had confirmed he really might be able to do them all.

And now the impossible pleasure from his magic cock was filling and stretching her entire being, and it was only halfway to the destination deep inside her, where she knew he would put two perfect beautiful happy twin babies. She forced her eyes open again, needing to see him, needing to show him the infinite depth of her pleasure and desire with her eyes as she finally slowly pushed all the way down onto him.

Jim was lost in her eyes and in the impossible pleasure of it. It was so beautiful, such a perfect moment, the pleasure so exquisite, her expression so full of meaning. At last they were fully joined. She was again right at the brink of orgasm, and he knew he could come with her if he wanted, but he had decided to wait until it could be twins, soon, within a few hours when he somehow knew that second egg would be ready. It would be a supreme test of his new control to hold back while she came on him. He freed one of his hands from hers and brought it to her clit.

Zhihao gasped as the pleasure somehow doubled again. His thumb was even more magic than his cock. Her orgasm was inevitable now. She began to stroke urgently up and down on him, the pleasure of each stroke together with his thumb sending her flying toward a dizzying peak, pleasure far beyond what she had ever thought possible, rising and rising and finally breaking in a spectacular explosion that went on and on.

Jim held on, somehow. Zhihao's orgasm was so gorgeous, so powerful, so wildly, contagiously hot, but he managed not to join her. He pulled her to him, kissed her, and held her quivering body as she rode out the final spasms. Fucking incredible, sweet perfection, and what a rush to be in such control.

The others were crowded around, awestruck, moaning along with Zhihao in vicarious pleasure.

He reached out to Lanying, the over-ripe professor, her beautiful intelligent eyes overflowing with lust, so incredibly turned on and so urgently in need of his seed. His seed was straining to be freed, so ready to erupt inside of her hyper fertile body, so ready to make an amazing baby with this brilliant gorgeous woman he had just met. The thought made his cock lurch powerfully inside of Zhihao and she moaned again and clenched on him in response. Lanying joined their kiss and Zhihao giggled, then made way for her and slid off to the opposite side.

Lanying was on him in seconds. She gasped as she lodged his tip in her entrance. How could it feel this fucking great already? She slid down an inch onto him and stopped, clenching on his shaft tightly and moaning as powerful shockwaves of pleasure spread through her whole body. Now she understood Zhihao's seemingly exaggerated reaction. Of course Jim had a fucking magical dream cock. Everything about this was a dream already, starting from the moment she agreed to come here, the wonderfully contagious giddy happiness of the other women at the party, and her instant overwhelming lust for him as soon as she first saw him, just minutes ago when he came down the stairs. She pushed again, slowly, wanting to savor and memorize the unbelievable pleasure of it, but also so urgent to get him to where she so desperately craved his seed.

Jim was yet again blown away by this moment of conquest, watching this gorgeous sexy stranger slowly take his cock deep into her body for the first time. Her beauty, her wise kind soulful eyes, her extreme fertility, and above all how insanely pleasurable he could tell it was for her. He somehow knew how he could make it feel even better for her. He reached for her hips and rocked her back slightly, changing the angle. She gasped, amazed at how that felt even better, then leaned back further as she stretched back with her hands behind her on the mattress and began to ride him.

He tore his eyes away from the spectacular sight of Lanying's gorgeous body stretched out riding him and gazed at the others, loving the effect he had on them. Each of them were already so turned on, but as his eyes met each of theirs it turned up another notch from vicarious pleasure to eager anticipation of their turn, desperate hope that they would be next. Fuck, how could he wait any longer to have any of them when they looked at him like that?

Especially Lily. He reached out to her and she came to his side, trembling with need, that same shy uncertain angel from the boutique. He tenderly caressed her face, staring in wonder at her as she drew closer and Lanying rode him in ecstasy. Lily closed her eyes, inches away, her breath hot on his lips, and then finally, finally he felt her soft lips on his for the first time. It was electric. Stunning. Beautiful. A soft sweet kiss he felt like he had been longing for for years instead of since lunchtime today. He began to slide one of her dress straps down her shoulders, then let the other girls take over undressing her as he caressed the skin that slowly came into view.

Lily was just as perfect as he had known she would be when he first saw her. Lovely perky upturned breasts, narrow elongated waist, flat belly, a big gap between her slender shapely thighs, and the sweetest little pink pussy. Tall slender willowy perfection wrapped in gorgeous smooth skin. And looking at him uncertainly, like she was worried he wouldn't like her body. Maybe she thought her breasts were too small, or she was too thin. How did she not know? He told her with his eyes like he had with Caihong, and saw her start to believe him. Fuck, that was so hot, just watching her adorable, amazed, overjoyed reaction to his lust. He pulled her back for another kiss as his hands delighted in exploring her body.

Lanying's moans had grown more urgent, her pussy clenching him tighter as she stretched back and rode him deliciously. She was going to come so fucking hard, he just knew it, and it would be contagious. He could already feel his orgasm approaching.

It seemed to be driving Lily wild too. She was squirming in delight as he caressed her lovely breasts with one hand and his other hand drowned in her heavenly slick folds.

Lanying slowed down at the brink, her sexy voice gasping out a strangled sound that perfectly communicated that she was at the point of no return. He was close behind, but he wanted to watch her come first, let her pleasure send him over the edge. He freed one hand from Lily's breasts and found Lanyang's clit, strumming it lightly and quickly side to side, just how he somehow knew she'd love it. That did it. She went off like a rocket, her whole body stretching and quivering, crying out sexily with each wave of her climax, writhing and clenching on him as Lily moaned and gasped into his mouth.

"Here it comes," he said, and both Lily and Lanying gasped in excitement. Lanying pressed down hard on him, mashing her clit hard on him squirming out the end of her orgasm as his tip found that perfect spot deep inside her while his eyes locked with Lily's, loving how much it turned her on to see him about to breed with Lanying, both of them knowing he would soon do the same to her.

Time seemed to slow down as his pleasure peaked. What a fucking glorious moment. How could he ever get enough of this? Then he was blasting off, spurting deep inside Lanying's fertile body, fighting to keep his eyes open against the exquisite pleasure so he could keep gazing into Lily's soul, her angelic face so full of happiness, so thrilled to share this moment with him as he knocked up this gorgeous stranger, this wise professor he had just met. Lanying's orgasm which had almost finished was roaring back to a second peak as she bounced hard on him, pounding him as if to hammer his seed home. His long orgasm was still going when her second peak hit, a shattering glorious explosion of pleasure that went on and on, leaving her shaking and breathless.

Lanying slid off and collapsed on the bed next to him, still shaking from the aftershocks of her massive double orgasm. Lily wasted no time climbing on. He caressed Lanying's face and gazed at her in wonder. Then almost simultaneously with the feeling of Lily notching his shaft in her sweet slick tightness, he saw it happen, Lanying's eyes filling with joy at the sudden certainty that she was pregnant. He watched the joy light up her whole beautiful being. But he didn't feel it. He felt the certainty, just not the joy. She would be such an amazing mother. He was satisfied, feeling a normal afterglow, and he loved that he had given her that perfect joy. But it seemed he couldn't have it anymore.

He groaned and looked up at Lily as she pushed an inch onto him, the sensations again ridiculously powerful, the longed-for feeling of this sweet angel giving herself to him every bit as incredible as he knew it would be.

But then he looked back at Lanying, sensing something. It was a slight shadow of the missing joy. It was fleeting, distant, hesitant, as if it was trying to hide from him. As if it was scared of him ever since that moment when he hated it, when he rejected it as someone else's.

As he tenderly caressed Lanying's beautiful face, wiping away her happy tears, he also reached out somehow inside himself to try to embrace the joy, urging it to come back. He missed the way these moments were before his breakdown, the crazy unexplained certainty and the shared joy it brought. It made perfect sense to feel joy. It wasn't someone else's. They were making new life. It was a miracle. It was fucking amazing. He wanted that feeling back. He needed it to make this experience complete. He wouldn't question it again, he promised. And suddenly it came rushing back and flooded him, utterly filling him, overflowing from his eyes. Lanying would bear his child and everything was perfect. They all would, and he would feel this way with all of them. Utter perfection. Pure miraculous bliss. He wept with Lanying, overcome with relief and satisfaction. Relief. Relief that again, it seemed to be listening to him, responding to what he wanted.

It? A small voice in the back of his mind was noting this as more evidence that there was an it. A guiding intelligence behind all of this. Capable of planning, choosing, responding, compromising with him, silently communicating. What the fucking hell was it?

He was brought back to the moment by the incredible pleasure of Lily finally bottoming out, pressing her clit hard against him, his shaft throbbing deep inside her, up against her cervix as she clenched and spasmed on him, moaning breathlessly at the unbelievably pleasurable sensations of this penetration she had craved since the moment she first saw him earlier today. He looked up at her and took her hands, gazing at her sweet face, sharing that contagious consuming joy with her and soaking in her beauty. She was his, finally. That precious angel he had accidentally enthralled on the sidewalk, who had clung to his hand so desperately in the boutique, was now fully joined with him and starting to move her delicate willowy dream body up and down on his shaft. God, what a sight, what unbelievable pleasure, what a conquest. Lily. He was whispering her name again and again, amazed at the power and pleasure and beauty of the moment as she rode him, luxuriating in each deep slow stroke.

Lily could come soon, as could he. Didn't he want to hold back, save her for later? He had been worried a little that he might find it impossible to choose, that he might want to save almost all of them for later. They were all so amazing, and Lily had to be near the top of the list. But suddenly, watching her ride him, still in the afterglow of the beautiful joy from knocking up Lanying, all he could think of was combining his DNA with Lily, twice in one moment. Their combination would be so perfect. It was all he wanted. It was the best thing he could ever do. He didn't need to have her in every position. He didn't need to make her come over and over while he held back. They'd come together, right now, and it would be perfect.

And like with the others, he somehow felt he knew what to do to pleasure her best. It was what he was already doing. Holding both of her hands, gazing at her, showing her how beautiful and special he thought she was, and what a miracle he thought it would be if she had his children. He poured all of his desire for her into his eyes, his thoughts filled with the miracle of their combination, the perfect twin babies they would make so soon.

She moaned and gripped his hands tighter as her lovemaking intensified, still full slow luxurious strokes but deeper, pressing hard against him at the end of each stroke, pausing slightly at that perfect most pleasurable spot. She too seemed to know somehow how to maximize his pleasure. And her eyes exactly mirrored his. She too was filled with the same thought, the same all-consuming purpose, the same vision of how perfect their combination would be. Oh my god, perfect happy twins, he thought as his orgasm approached.

"Perfect, happy twins" she breathed. The exact same words. Silent communication. Again, during eye contact. "Please, Jim, do it now, I'm so close!"

He was too. "Yes, sweet angel, here I come!"

They both gave a strangled moan together as she pressed deep on him. Exactly the same sound at exactly the same moment. Eyes locked together, a perfectly synchronized and overwhelmingly powerful peak, both fighting to keep their eyes open through the sweet agony of their climax, and then both gasping together as they felt it happen, his seed spurting directly into her womb. "Yes!" she cried out, and began stroking deeply again as the waves of pleasure crashed over them, impossibly beautiful, wonderful, perfect pleasure. He pulled her closer as their shared orgasm subsided and held her face in his hands, inches away, already feeling so much natural joy and satisfaction even before the certainty hit.

He closed his eyes, still holding her face, and waited a few seconds. "Oh!" He heard her gasp and knew what it meant. The certainty had hit her. He knew but he didn't know. It was obvious what that gasp had to mean, why there were happy tears now running onto his thumbs. But he didn't feel sure of it. He wiped her tears away tenderly, then opened his eyes to the beautiful sight of her face inches away, overflowing with joy. And only then did the certainty hit him that she was pregnant with his baby. Just one? The joy was welling up anyway, so powerfully, so wonderfully filling him. What a beautiful moment, what a treasure, sweet shared bliss. Then it hit again. "Oh god! Twins!" They both said it together. The joy rose higher, what had seemed infinite joy now exactly doubled, utter boundless happiness as they wept together, kissed, laughed, and hugged.

The others were watching in awe, soaking in the pleasure and joy radiating from the breeding couple. And he saw something else in Lanying's eyes too. The wheels in her scientist mind were turning. Jim knew why Mia had recruited her and Cheon-Sa, other than the fact that they were gorgeous. They were the ones she thought might be able to explain the puzzle of how they could know they were pregnant so fast. Now that she was pregnant, Lanying's mind was clear, and she also saw the puzzle for herself. Certainty about something her body couldn't know yet, not at least until implantation, which normally wouldn't happen until a few days after fertilization.

Cheon-Sa, on the other hand, was all lust, her sultry eyes dripping with desire, no room for scientific thoughts, just burning with need for him. He wanted her so much, not only to conquer her body and knock her up, but to free her scientist brain as he had Lanying's.

"Clothes off and come here," he said, and Cheon-Sa squealed in excitement and rushed to comply. Lily giggled and gave him a last sweet kiss before climbing off to make room for his next conquest.

Cheon-Sa's eyes were beyond sexy. So sultry, so wise, so sophisticated, and so full of passion. And as she shrugged off her dress and bra, he saw that her body somehow was the same, just wildly luscious, voluptuous, every exaggerated curve just screaming sex and fertility. Bigger breasts than he normally liked, but they seemed perfect on her, contrasting with her tiny waist and matching her wide hips. She pulled her sodden panties down and off and practically leapt onto him.