Bred

All characters are over eighteen. This story involves non-consensual sex and impregnation. In real life, this would be immoral and illegal. If you have any problems with this, please leave now.

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My daughter is always asking when we're going to get a man around the house. I would laugh each time and say she got that from the Aristocats, but in truth, I was a bit frustrated by my dating life as well. Between my career as a public prosecutor and raising a delightful five-year-old who reminds me of myself in more ways than I care to admit, I wouldn't mind having a better way to relieve my frustrations than my punching bag.

It was thanks to that coping routine that I was a bit more athletic than your average redhead. My height and bust were maybe a touch above average as well. Getting a date was rarely problematic for me; the issue was finding someone who clicked with me and my daughter.

The holidays were just around the corner, and I had some extra money this year. Katie didn't have a super long list of presents she wanted, so I bought something for my dad. We had a tradition where he would join us for Christmas dinner and pester me about when he was going to get more grandkids. I was his only surviving child, and he loved to remind me that mom had been looking forward to seeing me with multiple kids before she died of cancer.

"Good night, sweetie," I said as I kissed a patch of red hair on my daughter's head.

"Night, Mommy."

With Katie in bed, I shifted my focus back to work. I had another conviction under my belt all but in name. I tried to focus on the feeling of power that gave me, trying to stroke my fires to life. Power had always been my biggest turn-on, and once my fingers joined the fun and slipped beneath my panties, I thought I'd be able to work myself up to a decent orgasm. Sadly, twenty minutes later, I was nowhere near victory. I was forced to return to my case before wrapping up for the night, shamelessly pouting not unlike my daughter did when she was cranky.

*****

For Christmas Eve, we attended a party hosted by one of our neighbors. I got to mingle with some friends while Katie and the other children played together. One person even put on a suit and pretended to be Saint Nick. I never thought to ask who it was, but after seeing how happy everyone was, I had no complaints.

We eventually said our goodbyes and headed home long after Katie's usual bedtime. I was a bit tired from the sip or two of wine I'd taken, but with how excited Katie was, I couldn't risk bringing her presents out for a few more hours. The hours ticked by as I tried to get some work done while listening for any signs Katie was awake. Finally, around midnight, I decided the coast was clear.

Ever so carefully, I crept downstairs and started placing the gifts from Santa I'd stashed away. Sooner or later Katie would learn Santa wasn't real, but for now, there was no substitute for that sparkle in her eyes every Christmas morning that every mother loves.

My revere was shattered by a hand around my mouth. "Ho ho ho!"

The coldest shiver of my life ran down my spine. I had an intruder! On Christmas!!

"I'm going to take my hand off your mouth," he whispered. "No screaming. We wouldn't want to wake lovely little Katie up too early, would we?"

I felt a flood of relief. Both of us were both safe. This man was probably just a thief who thought everyone was asleep until I surprised him.

"My purse is in the cabinet over there," I said once he was no longer covering my mouth. "I also have some jewelry upstairs in the side room of my bedroom."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not here to take anything. On the contrary, I'm here to give you something."

I frowned. "Who are you?"

"I'm Santa," the smartass replied. "You saw me at the party. Your lovely daughter mentioned that what she really wanted for Christmas was a little brother or sister. You told her that even I couldn't give you that, but we both know that isn't true. I'm quite capable of giving her a half-sibling, albeit one that won't be arriving for a few more months."

The fear returned. "You can't rape me!"

"Quite right," he agreed. "Santa could never rape someone against their will. If I can't get you off within the next ten minutes, I'll regretfully conclude that you don't share your daughter's wish for a little bundle of joy. In that case, I will be forced to leave for at least another year. Santa never delivers gifts without Mommy and Daddy's permission after all."

Before I could snort at the sheer absurdity of the situation, he unbuttoned my pants. His hand slipped inside before I could tell him to fuck off.

"Stop it! I demanded. "I don't want this!"

"Let's see if your pussy agrees."

The moment his fingers brushed the edge of my lips, I received an early indication that my pussy did

not

agree. My knees momentarily buckled, and I might well have fallen to the floor if he hadn't been holding me in a tight embrace. That was a bad sign.

There was worse to come. Instead of remaining dry as I'd hoped, it only took a few seconds for my lower body to begin producing moisture. He noticed this and used it to coat his fingers so he could glide across my crotch more freely.

I tried thinking of my daughter. I tried counting sheep. I even tried counting mud-soaked elephants. Nothing worked for more than a few seconds before I was pulled back because the sensations were not unpleasant. I was increasingly being confronted with the reality that my pussy didn't accede to my desire to remain unresponsive to my violation.

It had been long enough that I couldn't remember the last time I got myself off, and (after a few seconds of effort) I managed to recall that it had been two months since my last date. Apparently, that was too long a dry spell. Right when I needed my cunt to shut up the most, it was roaring to life. The intruder slipped two fingers inside me without any effort.

I finally remembered I had arms, but there was a noticeable latency before they obeyed my commands. One of them was caught in the unknown man's embrace, but the other soon proved to be just as useless. It had neither the strength nor the desire to remove his hand from my undergarments. It refused to use my nails to cause him harm as well. It just squirmed along with the rest of my body while he plundered my womanly depths.

Unable to stop myself from whimpering, I knew my only hope was to hold out until the ten minutes were up. My heart was racing, and my fire was burning faster than I could contain it. It was only a matter of time before I exploded. My stomach dropped when I tried to estimate how long it had been and realized it hadn't even been three minutes.

"Stop it," I panted.

"You don't sound like you mean it," he replied.

The man wasn't wrong. My whimpers soon turned into moans. Before long, I was hypersensitive enough that I could feel my nipples hardening and his lips pressed against the back of my neck. I always reached the peak of my awareness right before cumming, and I realized I was going to lose. My Christmas intruder was going to make me cum, and he was going to use that as justification to fill my treacherous pussy with his cock. Based on what I could feel pressed against my ass, it was just my luck that it appeared to be a big one, too.

"No," I moaned, trying to hold back as long as I could but knowing it would only make the orgasm more intense. "No."

"Yes," he whispered softly in my ear.

When his hand moved to cover my mouth, my pussy refused to hold back any longer. Knowing I could be as loud as I wanted, it unleashed a burning torrent upon every nerve in my body, impossibly freezing and heating me at the same time. It was unlike any other orgasm I'd ever experienced, and my overworked brain still found time to remind me that a total stranger was the one giving it to me.

It was a good thing Katie was too young to witness us because I was setting a terrible example for how a woman was supposed to react when she was being fingered after denying consent. My lungs sucked in air while my legs turned into jelly. I was still experiencing jolts of electricity as he lowered me until I was lying face down on the floor, completely defenseless. The next thing he did was pull my shirt off, to which I didn't even react. I knew what he was going to do next, and I still didn't even try to stop him as he removed my bra and left me topless.

"That wasn't even close," he chuckled. I could tell he was smiling.

My best chance at escape lost, he pulled my hips up until my ass was presented for his enjoyment. He seemed to find it entertaining, too, for he briefly paused to admire it before he finished removing my pants.

I knew perfectly well my panties were my only remaining hope of protecting my womb, which happened to be fertile now of all times. Instead of a valiant last stand, my still fuzzy pussy chose to capitulate. I was nude, wet, and unquestionably ready for the taking.

"Katherine Beck, I can safely say that whatever your mouth says, your body

does

want this present. I'll assume this is just one of those times when someone says they don't like a gift at first but later admits they love it."

"You're wrong," I bemoaned, and my pussy immediately told me I was lying. I could also tell he wasn't fooled because there was too much of a moan in my voice.

"It's okay to be stubborn," he said as he lined his cock up for penetration. "It's also okay to be a literal 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck' and let me make you a cute little mommy again."

I couldn't help giggling a little because I wasn't even remotely old, but that turned out to be a massive mistake as he pushed in and parted my folds to begin his expedition into my pussy. My mouth let out an audible gasp as my lips formed a perfect 'O' as I began to take him.

Speaking of massive, I noticed he was a good deal thicker than any of my toys. A good deal longer too, as it seemed to take forever before he finished stretching my cunt and settled with our bodies pressed together. If I was on the witness stand and questioned if having my neighbor inside me felt fucking fantastic, it would've been perjury to deny it.

"You have such a nice pussy," he said.

"No," I moaned with my eyes shut.

"It's true. I'm going to enjoy giving you your present almost as much as you're going to enjoy receiving it."

With that, he began fucking me doggy style. He was surprisingly gentle, making sure not to pick up speed too quick. I responded (involuntarily, I told myself) by adjusting to him, allowing him easier passage without abandoning the tightness that made us both moan.

My only form of resistance was to push myself up so my head was no longer on the floor. The downside to that was that my tits swung more energetically from his thrusts, which he likely enjoyed.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I was. I wasn't even trying to deny this man the two sources of his pleasure: my body and my reactions. I was all but actively aiding his conquest, and I was allowing him to witness my private responses to his efforts. All the while, this annoyingly well-endowed intruder continued to press deep into my pussy, touching places he had no business reaching and making me wish I could slap some sense into myself because of how good it felt.

"I... don't... want this!" I croaked, perfectly synchronized with his thrusts.

"Yes, you do," he said, sounding like a parent addressing a hard-headed child. "Besides, sometimes we receive gifts we didn't ask for. At first, we might throw a tantrum, but in the end, if the gift giver really knows us, we'll grow to appreciate it and the person who gave it to us."

I tried to be angry at him, but I ended up just being angry at him being right. I certainly wasn't acting as if I didn't want his gift, which I was most displeased at. He continued to slam his hips into mine with powerful thrusts, each time bottoming out against my cervix.

Worst of all, the longer he continued to ravish me, the harder it became to hold onto my anger. His hard cock was repeatedly violating my pussy, but all it wanted me to do was relax and enjoy taking his seed. My womb was eager to create a life with him, and my reluctance faded as its desire grew.

"You'll go to jail for this," I cried. It was the best I could come up with.

Instead of being intimidated, he was amused. "No, I don't think I will. Especially if I make you cum again. You're a smart woman. I have no doubt you'll figure out who I am, but every time you think of calling the cops, your pussy will get wet. You'll remember how wonderful receiving your gift felt, and your pussy will stop you because it secretly wants another round."

Fuck him for being right. Double fuck me for agreeing with him.

"What are you looking forward to more?" he asked. "Me cumming inside you, or what comes after?"

"Neither," I meant to say, but all that came out was a moan. With his unhurried thrusts filling my pussy to perfection, it was hard to form words.

"I know cumming inside your bare cunt is going to be exquisite, but I'm looking forward to watching you carry my baby," he panted. "Are you looking forward to having bigger tits? I think the ones you have now are just fine, but I wouldn't say no to another size or two. Would you like that?"

In truth, I thought bigger tits wouldn't hurt. I was already a 34C, but I couldn't help picturing myself in bed, playing with a set of Ds or even Es. I refused to admit it, though.

"Personally, I think the best part is going to be watching your belly grow nice and big," he said. "Seeing you decided to keep my offspring. Watching you adjust to the changes in your body. Imagining all those men who will see you and knowing they'll be jealous because you were bred by another man. Most of all, seeing you every day with that baby bump and knowing I gave it to you."

Every word my assailant said painted a clearer picture in my mind. I first saw myself walking down the street, struggling to adjust to the change in my center of gravity. Then I imagined jurors, lawyers, even total strangers at the mall, all of them with their eyes glued on my swollen stomach, wishing they could've been the father of the baby inside me.

Instead of feeling ashamed, it turned me on. Knowing there was a man out there who desired me because I was carrying his offspring made walking around the neighborhood feel like an act of exhibitionism. I couldn't believe how womanly that made me feel.

Nothing short of a miracle was going to stop those visions from coming to pass. The man was clearly going to cum. He was steadily losing his controlled rhythm and allowing himself to enjoy embedding his large cock in my stretched cunt however he wanted. Just as obvious was the fact that I loved it and that I was going to cum before him.

My pussy loved the thought of growing big with his child. After all the pleasure he'd given me, it wanted to return the favor the way a woman was supposed to: by passing on his genes and perpetuating his bloodline.

"You want it, don't you?"

"No!"

It was nothing but reflex on my part. The truth was that I had long wanted to give Kathy a sibling but had been unable to find a suitable mate. Everyone I dated turned out to be like my wimp of an ex-husband: unable to handle a strong woman. I wanted someone who could match me in strength and willpower as well as pleasure me in my bed. All of them had proven unworthy of going off the pill for. This man had overcome my defenses with ease. My treacherous body said he had every right to breed me.

"It turns you on," he said, no longer asking questions.

"No," I moaned.

"You're going to cum for Santa Clause!"

"No!!" I wailed.

Seconds later, I proved him right, just as I'd known I would. He seemed to have guessed it too, for he yanked my hair and covered my mouth again so I could scream without worrying about my daughter finding us. I felt every inch of the invader inside my pussy, stretching it to capacity as I tightened around it, making moan in pleasure as I squeezed him, delighted by his presence.

The thought of how he could cum inside me and plant his seed in my fertile cunt took me to new heights. After years of being a respectable wife, mother, and prosecutor, it appeared my dark side couldn't resist the opportunity to let go and be an unrepentant slut. I could feel the sweat forming on my back and forehead as I came for the second time that night. Screams born of pleasure instead of pain were muffled by his firm hand, saving me from gaining a reputation as the neighborhood whore I really was at that moment.

Having never taken drugs, I could only imagine the warm, fuzzy feeling enveloping me was similar to getting high. I was too weak to move as he held my hips and sped up his thrusts, clearly preparing to unleash his own climax upon my helpless pussy. Strangely enough, it didn't bother me. I knew I

should

be protesting, but for some reason, that seemed wrong. I was having the time of my life taking his bare cock: why should I do something as silly as deny I wanted it when it was going to happen anyway?

The intruder grew desperate as he filled my cunt with his hard cock over and over again. Each powerful stroke brought us one step closer to the moment we made my daughter a half-sibling, and my heart swelled at the thought.

"Ok, fuck," he groaned as our bodies collided with incredible force. "I'm gonna cum!"

It was my last chance for a miracle. With a flash of foresight, my instincts told me that if I convincingly asked him to pull out, he would do so. Whatever else he was, this intruder was honorable. Instead of funneling my remaining strength into my voice, my body prepared for him to claim me.

"Here we go," he moaned, struggling to keep himself quiet for the first time. "Let's give Katie her Christmas present!"

The mother inside me took over, and all thoughts of fear were replaced with delight at granting my daughter her wish. I felt the man swell inside me, stretching me wider than ever, and then he pulsed and started unloading his seed in me.

"Fuck!" he groaned tightly. "Fuck!"

I supplied the orgasmic sounds to his obscenities as he bred me. Each time he flexed, my pussy would squeeze him, urging him to continue. After a few final erratic thrusts, he settled inside me so he could plant his cum as deep inside me as possible. Neither of us made any attempt to interfere and allowed him to fill me as much as he wanted.

When his euphoria finally passed, I could tell he was exhausted, but that was nothing compared to how I felt. I collapsed into a well-fucked puddle the moment his grip on my hips loosened. Instead of leaving me there to make his escape, he flipped me over and kissed me. While his lust and physical attraction were obvious, it actually felt like genuine love and tenderness were the primary drivers. I kissed him back.

It was no quick farewell kiss either. We must've continued for at least ten minutes, long enough for our hearts to settle down. It felt like we were both glad and were celebrating creating a life together.

"Merry Christmas," he said as I fought back a feeling of disappointment at his lips leaving mine. "See you around, Katherine."

Instead of taking advantage as he put his clothes back on, I lay motionless on the floor, knowing his cum was sinking deeper but making no move to stop it. It wasn't until long after he left that I moved to dress my naked body. Instead of preserving evidence or contacting law enforcement, I returned to my bed and got a few hours of sleep before Katie woke me up.