"Alright then," Ezere's wife grinned as she stepped back. "That settles it. Let's get to it."
She didn't make it easy. His wife was using her strength to her full advantage, grabbing him and bringing them both crashing to the floor with a loud bang. She let loose a fury of knees, elbows, and curses that would've made the armed forces blush. She managed to get several good hits in, leaving several sore spots as they fought for dominance. She became angrier as he started to gain the upper hand, but at no point did she ask him to stop or try to get away.
It ended after he managed to roll her face-down. With a cross between a roar and a grunt, he ripped her tank top off and used it to tie her arms behind her back. Victoria was strong, but in the end, he was much stronger. Panting, flushed, and more than a little mad, he looked down at his defeated opponent.
"I won," he panted.
"Yeah," she said, not sounding upset. "Thanks for your help. I definitely got the data I needed. Would you please untie me?"
"No, I don't think I will," he said matter-of-factly. "You gave me quite a few bruises back there. I worked hard for this victory, and I intend to enjoy my prize."
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaking with false apprehension as he scooped her up.
"I'm doing what nature intended," he said. "I'm taking ownership of your pussy."
His wife shrieked, either from eagerness or because she was pretending to be horrified, as he threw her over his shoulder and walked toward the bedroom. With her arms bound, all she could do was cutely wriggle her legs until he slapped her ass warningly. He dropped her unceremoniously on the bed and locked the door behind him.
"What are you doing?" she cried, squirming as she struggled to pull her arms loose.
"I told you," he said, leaning over her exposed body. "I'm taking ownership of your pussy."
Whatever half-hearted protest she was about to make became irrelevant as he grabbed her shorts and pulled until the button and zipper were ruined. She gave a soft, sharp gasp as he pulled them down her powerful hips before ripping off her bra and panties, leaving her well-and-truly naked.
"I love this hair," he whispered huskily into her ear. With them pressed so close together, he could feel the tiniest shiver that ran down her body. "Let's see if it's your real color."
"Nooo..." she moaned sensuously as he kissed his way down her back. With his wife still lying on her stomach, he reached her bush and discovered that she was indeed a natural blonde.
"You're gorgeous," he said softly. Her exposed pussy was just as wet as he'd expected from her soaked panties. With her immobilized and her legs spread wide while he buried his face in her crotch, it looked as irresistible as any unguarded treasure, and he was soon working her with his tongue. Her legs flailed wildly, but he simply wrapped his arms around her to get a good grip and dug in.
She never stopped resisting, but it took several attempts before she could voice her protests again. "What are you doing? Stop this at once! I didn't ask for this! What would your wife say!?! I—Oh fuck!"
Her legs spasmed and she arched her back as she had her first orgasm. He slowed but did not halt his ministrations, prolonging the mini-tremors that sent bliss throughout her body. Only when she went limp did he pull out and move back up, listening intently to her breathing. When she was ready, he flipped her over and kissed her ferociously.
She kissed him back, just as drunk on the taste of her juices as he was. Without breaking their lips, his free hand began exploring her body. He groaned with desire as he felt how her stomach and tits were just as toned as her arms or legs. That made her more attractive as a mate, but her strength was useless when she needed it most. Victoria's muscles were designed for swimming, not fighting off an attacker.
He flippered his wife back onto her stomach and guided his fully indurated cock to her entrance but withheld from penetrating. Instead, he poked and teased her, drawing circles around her short, thin lips but never actually entering her. It wasn't long before Victoria's pussy was drenched and begging for him.
He was aching himself, but he knew it had to be much worse for his wife. Even without her pride, she couldn't beg. Not only would it break character, it also went against Victoria's nature as a fighter. It was a part of her so deeply ingrained that it became part of her body. That indomitable spirit was ripping his wife apart as it forbade surrender even while her pussy was being fiendishly tortured.
"Get ready," he breathed raggedly as he nestled his cock between her pouting lips.
"No!" she cried. "What are you doing? I'm not on any birth control!"
Ezere grinned. "That's the whole point. I'm claiming your pussy in the name of science."
He pushed and began to slowly part her lips. His wife's hole squeezed him as he carefully sheathed himself, making sure Victoria had time to adjust to his presence and his wife had time to enjoy the sensation of being stretched around his girth.
"What do you mean you're claiming my pussy for science?" she gasped as he ventured deeper into her folds.
He chuckled, doing his best to avoid breaking stride. "Oh, Victoria. We already made one valuable contribution to science together. I think we could make another, this time in your womb."
His wife whimpered pitifully as she struggled not to scream in delight. Gripping her hips for support, he began sawing into her pussy, savoring the sensation of her lubricated walls rubbing his shaft as he began to speed his thrusts into the hot blonde's hospitable tightness.
"No," she gasped, her cunt betraying her by willingly aiding in his conquest of her womb. She moaned heartedly when he reached around to cup her generous tits. Without her tank top squeezing them together, he realized they were much fuller and rounder than he'd given her credit for.
After giving them a gentle squeeze that made his wife flex around him, he returned to thrusting into her fertile depths. His hips slammed into her muscular ass as he pounded her hard and deep, his hard cock filling the athletic marine biologist perfectly.
"Why do you keep saying that?" he asked breathlessly. "You specifically said you'd be willing to do anything for science. Aren't you willing to give up your pussy?"
Ezere knew perfectly well the problem with that was that it wasn't Victoria giving up her pussy; it was Mara. Whether the real Victoria would've welcomed or objected to her ravishment, it would never be her choice to give up her womb. He and his wife would fill it, plant his child in it, and she would be the one left to raise it.
That would've been unthinkable under normal conditions, but with the revelation that Victoria would welcome her impregnation, he could permit himself to enjoy it. He could indulge in the forbidden temptation of filling Victoria's blonde pussy and creating a new life with her.
"But... how does giving up my pussy help science?" she squeaked. Her voice sounded distant, likely because she was distracted by the sight of her lips parting to take him while she was bent over.
"Don't sell yourself short, Victoria," he replied. "You have beautiful tits, a beautiful ass, and all these fucking gorgeous muscles. Not only would you make a very healthy baby, I bet a body like this would make you an excellent momma bear."
His wife groaned but did not deny the truth. He looked down, enthralled by the sight of their bodies joining as one. He was surprised he was capable of being so dominant, but he couldn't spare the time to ponder it. Watching Victoria's wet pussy accept his throbbing manhood increased his desire to fill it, to claim his rightful prize and leave his mark upon her forever.
"More importantly, you're a brilliant scientist," he said, running his finger down her back, tracing each vertebra. "You know there aren't enough scientists as it is. That's why science needs your pussy. By donating it, you can make a precocious mini-scientist. Are you really so selfish that you'd deny the world a young mind just as intelligent and dedicated as you are?"
She struggled to find an answer for several seconds.
"I don't know," she moaned.
"Yes, you do," he pointed out. "Your pussy definitely knows. It knows the right thing to do is to welcome me into your bare, fertile cunt."
He was right and they both knew it. Victoria's pussy didn't care what its owner thought. By declining to take birth control, Victoria had ensured it was fully aware of its mission: entice a man to fill her and produce his offspring.
"I don't know you," she gasped.
"You know enough," he teased. "You know I'm Mara's husband, so I must be a good man. You know I'm strong and muscular since I beat you in our wrestling contest. Most importantly, you know I'm a science geek like you. I'd make the perfect father for your baby."
His wife's lustful moan told him she agreed. She angled herself to let him drive deeper into her cunt, eager to enjoin the union of her soulmate with her old roommate.