Jason sighed as he peeled off his sweaty t-shirt and tossed it haphazardly toward the washing machine, bypassing the hamper entirely based on smell alone. Ever since he'd started taking supplements for his low testosterone, an embarrassing problem for any 26 year old man to admit, his BO had become much more of an issue. He'd never really noticed the smell before beyond being aware he stunk, but now he definitely picked up the smokey peppery scent on his clothes and even the bed after a bout of vigorous lovemaking.
Admittedly his scent had a rancid quality to it to his nose, but his wife Moira had begun to pick up on the difference immediately. He tossed his gym shorts and socks into the wash as well, before piling in some other dirty clothes to round out the load and starting the machine, and heading for the shower. As he rounded the corner to his master bedroom he found Moira standing in the hallway, a vision of loveliness in the buff with her hair a wild mess from sleep.
"Hey sweetheart, just got in from the gym, sorry to wake you." He smiled, but paused when he saw an odd look on her face. She looked groggy, to be expected considering it was only 530 in the morning and she didn't have to be at work till 8, but instead of a look of annoyance or even begrudging love, her face was totally slack.
"Smells good" She mumbled, shuffling forward and laying her hands on his chest gently. Jason took a step back, not wanting to get her dirty with his sweat. "Gimmie" Moira mumbler grumpily, shuffling forward again and grabbing him by his beard.
"Baby let me shower off and I'll come cuddle till you have to get up alright? But I'm sweating like a whore in church and I don't wanna stink up the sheets or you" He chuckled, laying a loving hand on her head and pulling her in for a kiss. Moira used the momentary distraction to step quickly into his body and press herself up against him. Her free hand snaked down and caressed his manhood, squeezing his shaft gently.
"No shower, no wait. Breed me now." She growled into his lips, pulling him by his beard to the bedroom. As soon as he was inside Jason gave up on arguing with a good thing. His wife certainly had a few kinks about breeding, including a strong Primal kink he loved it when she indulged, but she was NOT a morning person and would normally balk at the idea of having to get up early to wash cum out of herself. As they got into the bedroom Jason picked up his wife and tossed her onto the bed, taking a moment to admire her body. Moira was without a doubt a Celtic goddess in human form, 6'2 with a mop of fiery red curls, long ivory colored legs that came to a pert heart shaped ass and wide birthing hips, her chest was topped with high sitting perky E cup breasts, along with an intense but beautiful face. Her entire being was covered with a beautiful tapestry of freckles, along with a few traditional Gaelic styled tattoos.
"Stop staring and breed me." She whined, looking up at him pleadingly and taking her breasts in her hands. Savoring the surge of both ego and dominance her begging gave Jason rocked back on his heels and stroked his already stiffening erection.
"I dunno rabbit, I just got back from the gym, I'm a little tired. Maybe I'm not up to it..." He teased playfully, invoking his pet name for her submissive side and laying his hands on his hips. Moira didn't react at all like he expected, with more pleas, or perhaps a show of her wet cunt. Instead she rolled on all fours, wheeled on him and rushed to the edge of the bed.
"But You're so strong, and you smell so good. What could...I'm...I'm not fertile yet but I'll take my IUD out here" She muter, looking up at him desperately before plunging her hand between her legs. Panicking at the sudden out of character shift Jason grabbed her arm and pulled it back. "Please! You have to breed me! And own me! I'll do anything! I need your scent in me and on me and all around me!" She begged, looking up at him as though her life depended on it.
Another wave of panic washed over Jason at his wife's strange behavior. Seeing his face fall, she began to panic even more. "No please don't stop me. I'm okay, really I am. I just need...you smell so good." She stumbled over her words, desperately trying to free her arm. "It's uhm...it's a roleplay, see!" She said, returning to normal momentarily, though her glazed look never disappeared. "I'm brainwashed by your sexy manly smell. Driven mad with lust and a desire to submit to you, must be bred like a good little pet. Offer anything to master for his seed" She said in a feigned zombie voice. The sudden shift in tone was enough to convince Jason of the truth of her words, so he smiled and released her arm. They'd done similar roleplays before due to his mind control kink, he'd just never been lucky enough to so completely fall from one, though partially due to the fact she'd never before been such a convincing actress. His cock however hadn't completely lost the fantasy, and was hard as iron, eager to receive its new slave.
"Oh so it's my pheromones huh? Well if that's the case" He smirked, dragging a hand over his sweaty balls and holding it out under her nose. Moira was on it like a hungry dog, shifting her face suddenly to a dopey expressing with vacant eyes, and a small stream of drool sliding down the corner of her mouth. She inhaled deeply and began to nuzzle and suck at his fingers. "You look so sexy all brainwashed and dumb. Tell me rabbit, what will you give me if I breed you?" Jason asked playfully, still letting her inhale his potent cock smell.
