Richard woke up with a slimy feeling around his crotch. Then, the mild pinprick of something curved jolted him out of his grogginess. He looked down to see a bulge in his blanket where his crotch was. The blanket was then suddenly lifted off of him; he could clearly see Anais, his wife, blowing him, her little tongue slobbering all over his leaking cock her buck teeth the obvious source of his discomfort. His wife looked up at him and smiled. 

 

"Happy Father's Day, daddy. You're so sweet for giving me some breakfast in bed..."

 

Richard immediately thought of pulling his daughter-wife off of him and lecturing her firmly about consent... But he couldn't move his arms. He felt them wriggling behind his back. He tried to speak, but he could feel the duct tape over his mouth. Anais giggled as she set her distended, pregnant belly against his. 

 

"I didn't want you to say no, and I didn't want you leaving either. I wouldn't have to do this if you trusted me a little more, but oh well. Anyways, I'm done with the foreplay, Richie..."

 

Anais bared her tight-as-ever cunt over her husband's thick, throbbing member, intending to use her own slobber as lube - but even without that, she would have made it fit no matter what. Then, she pushed down hard on the pink cock, the little bunny moaning lustfully as her husband's cock easily penetrated her. She thrust hard on his cock, her little ears perking up in arousal, her instinct desiring more and more children from her dear husband. 

 

With such a tight, wet cunt constricting his dick, Richard couldn't help it. Not even a few minutes into the sex, he blew his load far too early, several thick spurts of warm cum entering Anais' awaiting womb. Anais didn't and couldn't give a shit less that he came prematurely. She was just happy that she got what she wanted. More cum and hopefully another kid. She shuddered as she lifted herself from her father-husband's flaccid cock. 

 

"Ahh... Looks like you gave our kid some silly string to play with..."

 

Anais crawled up the bed to sit beside her husband's face, unfazed by the frightened look in his eyes. She ran her hand down his silky-smooth pink fur.

 

"It's been, oh, seven months... It'll be a few more until I'm ready to pop, daddy. Heheh, don't worry if my water breaks in class. We'll give the girls a helluva lesson, won't we? That'll be on the level of that time you came all over Petunia's face, naughty boy!"