Warm, powerful rays of the sun bounced off the roof of dorm house 2, titled "Omega." Last night's rain was still slightly visible in a gleaming sheen as the light bounced from the tiles and illuminated the lush garden below, filled with flowers, trees, bushes, and shrubs. A beautiful place, one that was certainly welcomed after the stress of university course work. Figures relaxed in the grass, already dried from the heat of the sun, stretching out and sunbathing their fur. Others played games together, relaxed under a tree with a book, gently dozed off after staying up too late playing videogames or calling their partners. This side of the dorm house was only available to those living within the building, and so everyone around was female, and all of them were canines of some form. Of course, despite sharing the same species, that didn't mean there weren't different sub-types, and it especially didn't mean they all looked the same.

Beautiful pelts of all colours and patterns flashed by, a symphony of colour and uniqueness. Canis Familiaris of all types played, slept, and ate with Canis Lupus of equal amounts of diverse and interesting types. Every girl here was an equal, and life had been kind to them. Living here, well, it was close to being perfect. Sure, there were squabbles; there always were. And each girl worked hard for her place at the university. But what they got in return... a place to stay, healthy and tasty food to eat, new friends to make... it made it all worth it. Most important of all was that the university covered the cost of acquiring and distributing something that was extremely important to girls all around the world - heat blockers.

Heat blockers were, in some way, the lifeblood of a civilised society. Long ago, in the ages before industrialization and control over the planet they lived on, every girl would have to suffer through the monthly heat week. A whole entire week of excessive hormones rampaging through their bodies, from as young as 7 years old all the way up until... well, there has never been a definitive answer for the cut-off period. A week where a female couldn't stop herself, she couldn't even begin to entertain the thought of restraint inside her mind. 

Heat week was the week that every girl alive felt the desperate, feral need to breed. Whether it was with their own partners or someone random, every girl would act like they were magnetised to the closest owner of a penis. The situation didn't matter, whether they were in school, at work, or even just on the street. Nor did the partner matter, either. Daughters would attempt to copulate with their fathers. Sisters with brothers. Female workers would grab any nearby male co-worker and drain their nutsack. Even females with partners would grab any male they could if their heat week struck when they were apart from their partner. Sometimes, the need was so great that they'd even take the closest male to them in the same room as their partner. Relationships didn't matter - what did, however, was the urge. 

The desperate, feral, all consuming and all powerful urge to get pregnant. To breed, copulate, and reproduce. To quench the fire that kickstarted in their womb, that sent their private zones into open revolt against their brains. 

But then the heat blockers came. And all these problems were finally relegated into the past. And the university provided ample amounts, at any time, for every girl. In fact, every girl received them either from schools or workplaces, or could collect them themselves from a local pharmacy. It was a common and easily produced and providable solution. And so, the dreaded heat week was no more.

Which is why, on that warm, sunny day, a lot of the occupants of dorm "Omega" were inside, gossiping in hushed tones amongst themselves in multiple of the building's common rooms. The night before, in the heavy, cold rain that battered the roof, one of their dorm-mates had entered their own heat. One so strong and powerful that when she was restrained by university security, they had to take the unfortunate male student with her, and keep them both isolated together, far from the other males. The word unfortunate hadn't actually been mentioned, however, and all the girls instead kept calling him lucky.

What nobody could understand, however, was how this had happened. Friends of the girl kept telling everyone else that she had been taking her meds. That she'd even taken one earlier in the day. They confirmed it, they saw it with their own eyes. And yet, that night, she rushed out into the campus and found herself a male to copulate with, driven by a force so powerful and hungry that she could never begin to disobey it.

That day, the rumours and gossip spread throughout the whole of the university, including the other canine dorms, building 1 (nicknamed "Delta") and building 3 (nicknamed "Gamma"). However, the story didn't stop there, as it reached all the other female dorms and the male ones too. 

Of course, there was a small panic in the female dorms as they worried if their heat meds weren't working, or were out of date or just manufactured wrong. But for the next two days, nothing happened. On the morning of the third day after the incident, the girl who'd had a heat  returned to her dorm. Of course, she was immediately besieged by her peers, all wanting to know what happened, what she'd done, and where she'd been. If she was pregnant.

That final question was the first to be answered. She was absolutely, one-hundred percent pregnant. There was no doubt at all. She'd spent two whole days and nights breeding with the boy she'd captured, the two of them safe in an isolated room far from the dorm rooms. He'd unloaded load after load into her desperately fertile womb, and she'd never let up even for a second. The boy had to be kept hydrated and was prescribed a pill to keep his erection standing, but when he got back to his dorm rooms, he said he would have happily lived his entire life in that room with her.

One question on the mind of the girls, however, was why hadn't the whole process lasted a week? More rumours, more gossip, and there never was a definitive answer. The closest consensus is that her heat-blocker pill she'd taken that morning must have been mixed slightly wrong, so it kept most of her heat away, but couldn't protect her for the full week. Another angle to consider was how... powerful her heat had been. The girl couldn't believe what came over herself, and in the days that followed, another point became relevant. Her belly was growing very, very fast. Pregnancy should usually last about two months, with a small belly appearing around week three. But in five days, her belly was already showing. By the time she hit week three from the incident, she was the first girl to be taken out of the dorms temporarily in order to give birth.

But the mystery of her heat didn't wait three weeks before it struck again. In fact, it was on the fourth day after the incident that another one occurred.

By then, most of the panic had subsided about the heat-blockers. It had been days and it hadn't happened again. Maybe it was just a fluke, a one-off, a completely random and unforseeable accident? After all, with almost every female on the planet taking these pills, statistically speaking, it had to happen at least once that there was a bad pill, right? 

That's what all the residents of the canine house dorms thought. "Delta", "Omega" and "Gamma" dorms failed to realise a pretty important fact. The heat blockers weren't just a one-pill-for-all type of deal. There were hundreds of different pills for different species, and sometimes sub-types of species when the main one didn't work. And during day four, in a boring and uninteresting mathematics class, the students there experienced another event that would chase all the boredom away. 

One of the girls attending said class, who lived in "Delta" dorm, went completely rabid. She tore off her shirt and straddled the lap of the boy sitting next to her, tearing her panties to shreds as she yanked his pants down and started to breed with him. The class was instantly filled with yelps of surprise, a few calls of "What are you doing??", and the teacher doing her best to restore order and to shout at the girl to get off the boy this instant! Of course, she didn't listen. She couldn't. She was moaning and screaming in pure pleasure as the boys cock filled her insides, kissing her womb and grinding againt her pleasure spots. The boy was dying from embarrassment but wasn't complaining at all. In fact, this was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, let alone  experienced first-hand! In the 6 or so minutes it took for university security to enter the room, he'd already unleashed the first of many loads deep into her pussy, ensuring that she would host a litter of his puppies.

After this incident, the canine dorms were completely awash with more gossip, more rumours, and for the first time, some accusations. Some thought that some of their fellow dorm-mates were purposely triggering the heats, with a wide range of methods including, but not limited too, some form of divine intervention due to prayer, someone setting a curse upon those who had wronged her, someone cooking up some sort of aphrodisiac gas... the theories were wild and unfounded and quickly stomped out by the laughter of their peers. 

Two events had now occurred, but that was small and insignificant. It wasn't completely unfounded that such an error in heat-med production could occur twice in the same place. In fact, if an entire batch had been made wrong, it was much more likely. Most of the cooler heads prevailed here, preferring this line of thinking. But those spreading rumours and accusations started to coalesce into one firmer theory. That the trio of dormitory buildings was cursed, but not by magical means, rather the supernatural. That the millenia of ancestors preceding the girls had grown angry by the usage of heat-blockers, and were starting to take their revenge.

There was only a small group of girls at the start who joined up with that line of thought. And they were ridiculed by the rest, and rightfully so. Because, let's be real here, there's no way that could be true at all. It was just a silly theory that they took too seriously. But they held themselves steadfast in their beliefs, and soon their numbers began to swell.

Two days later, three separate girls had their heats trigger at three separate times. One girl had her heat strike during her morning run, and that quickly turned into a morning sprint... straight into the male dorms. It took a few hours before she was removed, and by then she'd already amassed quite the large body-count. The second victim was on a date with her boyfriend on a nearby beach. It was actually quite a romantic scenario, which quickly turned very, very lustful. However, those two probably got the best deal. They weren't seen for the rest of the day, and they were only found when a gang of her friends went out to the beach to look for her. By then, her boyfriend was almost unconscious after an entire days worth of feral breeding. Once he recovered, however, he would always maintain that that day was the greatest day of his life.

The final girl whose heat struck her down, was unable to find a partner for herself. She was hanging out in her room with her friends before she started feeling... those deep, desperate cravings inside her. Her friends started to worry about her as her behaviour changed, before their noses were assaulted with the powerful scent of her heat. Only one of her friends could actually identify the smell, however, and she quickly evacuated the rest of the girls and blocked the door behind her, the friend group pushing furniture across the room to barricade the door. 

Blows pummeled the door from the other side, and the lustful growling and yelps echoed through their ears. They kept their weight against the barricade as one rushed off to find a staff member to get some help. Eventually the blows stopped, and instead of growls and yelps, moans and huffs replaced them. The group didn't know what was going on, but at least they knew she was still in there. There was a window in her room; however, they were on the top floor, and it seemed like even when suffering from such a powerful heat like this... it didn't override natural preservation instincts.

This time, it took the entire week for her to calm down. Perhaps her isolation from any males caused the effects to linger for a much longer period. Of course, she hadn't spent her time stuck inside that room idle. She'd used almost every object at her disposal to give herself an orgasm, keeping her fluids up by drinking from the sink in the attached bathroom. She also had access to her phone. And although she couldn't get to any males physically, her lust drove her to connect with every male in her contacts list. She flooded them with pictures and videos of her all in all sorts of sexy positions, masturbating, begging them to save her and knock her up. This was quickly spread far and wide, and she had to endure the everlasting embarrassment from this issue for the rest of her time at the university.

By now, life in the three dorms had become a lot more tense, both emotionally and physically. The fact these episodes of rabid heat only affected those within the dorms hadn't gone unnoticed. More and more residents were changing their theories from a simple bad batch of heat-blocker, to more ethereal and esoteric suggestions. Curses, mysterious artifacts, paranormal tampering... all the ideas started to float around. More girls joined up with that small outcast group that proclaimed the causes of these heats to be the will of their ancestors. This group almost  doubled in size in a single day. They didn't have a proper name, but the rest of the dorm residents just called them a simple name: "The Cult". 

Unfortunately, tensions started to rise between members of "The Cult" and the rest of the dorm residents. One night, a large argument broke out once a set of cult members was found praying in a candle-lit bathroom in "Delta" dorm. The screaming woke up the entire buildings residents, who quickly ran out of their rooms to catch what was going on and cash in on the gossip it would cause the following day. Some of the crowd watching the argument were cult members too - and they quickly fled to the other two dorms to wake up their compatriots and get them to support their side. Once they had returned, the situation had dissolved even further, and they were just in time to catch one of the "rational thinkers" giving a hard slap to the muzzle of a cultist.

There was a loud gasp amongst the crowd, and the cultist was almost able to leap at the girl who'd slapped her, but she was restrained by other members of the cult. Some of the larger, stronger sports-players pushed their way in and restrained those that wanted to use some physical force on the cultists, claiming that they wanted them to "see sense."

With an all out fight just barely avoided, something had to be done. Cult members and "rational thinkers", the term now catching on amongst the rest of the dorm population, managed to come to an agreement using more level-headed representatives. Cult members could use the top floor of "Delta" dorm to isolate themselves from the rest of the dorm population, allowing them free access to do what they please to appease their ancestors. This was a widely accepted position, but a few free-thinkers grumbled about having to share their dorm with the cultists. Over the course of the day, residents on the top floor changed rooms with cultists on the bottom, and the budding factional problems appeared to have been satiated - for now.

But tensions can never cool when a problem is still unresolved.

Over the following weeks, more and more girls went into heats at all times of day and night, in any situation or scenario, regardless of who they were around, their relationship status, or even their sexual orientation. Once the heat struck - they were desperate to breed. And breed they did. The dorms of Delta, Omega and Gamma began to rapidly fill with the sight of large, pregnant bellies. Pregnant girls began to group together for support, and it wasn't a rare sight to enter a room and see a large sea of round, puppy-filled bellies that filled your vision. And in these days, boys were getting this view a lot more than they used to.

This sort of event, these heats, wouldn't go unnoticed at all. They were the talk of the university, and of course they were the most hotly discussed topics in the male dorms. After all, what self-respecting young male wouldn't talk about how a large segment of girls seemed to come under the influence of powerful forces that drove her to breed and mate with them? Large crowds of boys started congregating outside of the affected dorms, and soon began finding their ways inside, too. Whether that was slipping some cash or contraband into the paws of a girl for free passage, scaling the walls or even digging a tunnel, as some sources claim, boys found their way inside. And the reward vastly outweighed any punishment, not that punishment existed. If a male was found inside the female dorm by staff members, who increasingly started avoiding the afflicted dorms as fears of being "infected" by whatever caused the heats grew among the faculty, then they would simply be escorted out of the female dorms and back to their own. And the reward if you got inside at a time when a girl suffered through one of these heat attacks?

Potentially days of mind-numbing, bed-breaking breeding. The ability to knock up one, or more, girls with absolutely no worry about child support payments in the future, due to the fact the girls were theoretically forcing themselves on the boys, due to their heats. Of course, the sexual tension this brought drove some girls to have illicit sessions with boys regardless of whether they were actually suffering from heats or not. Just strip your clothes off and act rabid for cock, and you got yourself a free pass. This trick started to become commonly used to escape classes too, and the faculty were powerless to stop it.

During this period, membership of the cult continued to grow, so much so that they had to expand to the lower floor to accommodate all their members, taking up the two top floors of Delta dorm. Residents below could hear all sorts of chanting and praying, and could smell the smoke from incense and flame. But nobody could really tell what was going on up there, as no entry was allowed for those unaffiliated with the cult. New members who joined were allowed in - but weren't seen exiting again. Only a few very trusted high members of the cult left their sanctuary to bring in food, water, and other supplies.

The reason for this isolation was due to a simple matter: Safety. As girls in the three dorms started succumbing left and right to these rabid heats, others huddling in their rooms, hoping they wouldn't be next, desperately taking as many heat blockers as they could to try and stave off whatever was causing this, nobody ever heard of a cult member going rabid with lust. No girl managed to escape the cult lockdown and go on a breeding rampage outside the dorm. This started bringing hordes of accusations against the cult, saying that they were causing this whole mess by doing... something. Anything. Nobody actually knew what the cult were doing, as the whole accusation was unfounded anything, but they needed a scapegoat. A few residents tried pointing out that there was no way for the cult to somehow trigger the heats in both Omega and Gamma dorms without ever leaving Delta, but unfortunately the need for an "enemy" was too great.

So, the cult kept themselves isolated from the rest of the dorm, not allowing any entry - not even to the last staff member that was brave enough to work in these dorms, a janitor who absolutely had their work cut out for them. With the proliferation of males entering and... enjoying themselves... inside the dorm rooms, the poor girl was kept busy mopping up copious amounts of spunk and sweat from the floors and beds and couches and walls.

But she did still enjoy her time here, as she felt very strongly towards the now expectant mothers of the dorms. The janitor could frequently be found mingling with those most heavily pregnant, supporting them and giving them words of comfort and security, taking care of them and stroking their large bellies. She became the adoptive mother of all the newly-made mothers, and certainly kept spirits from plummeting. 

A little past a month after the first incident, a majority of "Delta" dorm's occupants had to leave in order to give birth to their litters. This left the dorm practically devoid of occupants, with exception to the top two floors that housed the cult. One day the doors cracked open and a few members exited, looking around nervously for anybody watching them. They made their way down the nearly empty building, not encountering anybody on their way, and made for the back-garden. There, leaning against the back gate, waiting and hoping for an opportunity, were two guys. Exactly what they needed.

They unlocked the gate and brought them inside, hurriedly locking it behind them and rushing them up the stairs, their paws twitching in both nerves and excitement. They brought the lucky duo who were grinning to themselves to the second-to-last floor, and directed one to enter the common room, and the other to continue following them upstairs to the top floor.

Waiting for the pair in the common room of each floor was every member of the cult, naked and eager.

Earlier that day, a self-elected "leader" had made a speech on both floors. She'd drawn all the cult members into the common rooms of each floor, stood on a table, and addressed them.

"Greetings everyone! I have come to inform each and every one of you that due to our belief and worship of our ancestors, they have blessed up with the knowledge of how to finally bring an end to the curse that afflicts these buildings! Finally, we lucky few, those who have seen the light and given ourselves to the past, can bring upon the rest of us the means to lift the curse! I know those that do not believe laugh at us, mock us, some of them even blame us. But now, they shall love us, as we shall free them from the fright and terror that grasps and squeezes at their hearts, and we shall become the saviours!"

Cheers rang out across the room, followed by clapping and hollering, dancing and praying. The leader continued her speech.

"The pathway to redemption is clear to us: In order to lift this curse, we must show to our ancestors that we are throwing away the chains that bind us in these modern times. The curse causes us to lose control and enter a deep, powerful, but most importantly; natural heat! Yet none of those who do not believe have realised the importance of this! Our ancestors wish us to return to our natural order, the natural way... the way to reproduce! Our ancestors WANT us to copulate, to breed, to give new life to this world so that they may live on in the minds and hearts of us all! In order to eradicate the curse - all of us must grow life within our wombs, and prove our loyalty!"

Cheers again erupted, thundering hard enough to shake the roof. Figuratively, of course. Members began stripping off almost immediately, showing their devotion to those who had come before, praying and proclaiming their willingness to breed, to copulate. The leader restored order, and layed out the plan. Said plan needed someone, anyone, to acquire a large amount of aphrodisiac and fertility pills. One voice chimed up, and the solution was found.

Because the janitor that cleaned and maintained the dorms didn't just do janitorial work such as that. She also secured and restocked the dorms heat-blocker supply. So, clearly, she had access to a pharmacy or drugstore, or even just a bunch of crates in a truck, to acquire them. Some cultist members approached her, and laid out what they wanted. The janitor smiled at them, and brought them to a janitorial storage closet that remained locked. She opened it up and graced them with the greatest gift of all - packs and packs of Furrtility branded pills, the strongest aphrodisiac and fertility mixture available.

These packs were now stacked up in the common rooms, and the hordes of cultist girls began tearing into them in front of the two boys, one on each floor, and gulping them down rapidly. They didn't have to wait long for the effects to manifest.

Both boys could never have expected this amount of action. Their thoughts were only filled with the possibility that they could find one girl, maybe even two, who were suffering from an extreme heat. They never even imagined they could get lucky enough to encounter an entire dorm-floors worth, at the same time. But that day, and the following days after that, they did. Their clothes were torn off their bodies within an instant, pills stuffed down their throats to keep their erections strong and powerful no matter how long, or how used, they became.

The breeding was rough, powerful, and endless. Their cocks buried themselves to the balls in tight snatch after soaked pussy. Their balls were squeezed and licked and suckled and kissed, their juicy, fertile contents the most important and powerful thing in the world for the girls around them. Their shafts were nibbled and smooched, stroked and squeezed as they egged them into blowing inside a fertile cunt. Their faces were covered in pussy juice as girls rubbed and grinded themselves all over their faces whenever they could, soon joined by endless amounts of tits smooshed up against them. They suckled on the erect, pert nipples, leaving girls screaming in pleasure at the merest touch, their senses so overwhelmed by lust that they orgasmed in seconds.

On and on and on it went, minutes turned to hours, hours slipping into days. Thank goodness for all the energy drinks provided, not that it staved off the inevitable loss of consciousness from pure exhaustion. But the pills kept their cocks hard, and the girls didn't care whether their toys were conscious or not. They just kept bouncing up and down and up and down, over and over and over, slapslapslap echoing throughout the room along with endless echoing moans, their fat, overstimulating balls gurgling and frothing as they let forth another torrent of fertile seed to find it's new home in a waiting, desperate room.

There was no doubt about it - those girls would be pregnant, all from the same father, depending on what floor they resided on. Out of this whole debacle, the whole panic from the last month - these two got the best deal out of it. And they never had to raise a single finger in child support, years down the line. They were forcibly captured and made to procreate with a horde of heat-addled girls, after all. Even if when they were conscious, they were having the absolute time of their lives, their dreams coming true, the pleasure they felt completely unable to be measured.

But the breeding wasn't the only source of pleasure. On the staircase to the cult floors, another figure was smiling as she listened to the wave of lewd sound filling her ears, the moans and groans and screams of pleasure. The breeding. The mating. She trotted back down the stairs and deposited her mop and bucket into the janitorial closet, locking it tight and whistling to herself as she made her exit, finally satisfied that her job - no, not a job, that implies that she only does it for a reward. Her... mission, that's good, she rolled the word around in her head... her mission. Her mission was completed.

The janitor happily whistled to herself as she made her way back to the staff building, clocking out for her lunch break a little early, but she'd already done her duties. Plus, she was given a little extra lee-way as she was the only one brave enough to continue working in the "cursed" dorms. Although they did their best to hide it from the student body - the faculty were terrified, especially those with husbands.

She made her way out of the university grounds, turning right and following a pathway to a local park. She made her way through the dazzling light shafts seeping through the treeline, and came to a lake with a bench. She sat down and let out a breath, her whole body buzzing with excitement at her success. She didn't have to wait long, as only ten minutes later she heard paws behind her, and a gentle tap on her shoulder. She got up, and put her arm around the waist of a male, who led her along the path. To any other people around, they just looked like a couple taking a loving stroll through the park. But, of course, beneath that veil was something else entirely.

The two took a walk through the park, and into a high-class residential district. The male led her to an impressive home, and brought her inside. They kicked off their shoes, and he led the way upstairs to the bedroom, closing the door behind them.

"Well Mikaela?" he asked, a curt but simple question. His head was tilted slightly to the left, his eyes glowing as he waited on her response.

"I did it.." she dreamily responded, before getting some more energy into her voice. "I did it. I really did. Almost every single one of them host a litter now... they will all bring new life to this world, may Nal'Zoth be praised.."

Her face was full of pure, unfiltered joy and happiness. Her eyes clouded over a little as she detached from reality for just a moment, while the male slid off his shirt and unbuttoned his trousers, letting them fall to the floor to reveal that he wore nothing underneath - just a large, throbbing, knotted cock. His fur rippled a little from the breeze coming in through the window, and he gently lifted Mikaela off her paws and laid her on her back on the bed. She gently came too, and giggled as she saw him poised above her, the lust obvious in his eyes. She gripped the hemline of her tight shorts, unzipping the front and sliding it down her long, slender legs. She too wore nothing underneath, after all, she took the vow years ago to never wear silly things such as panties, blocking access to males wishing to use her for her natural role...

"Go on Kenny, knock me up like you promised... and I'll never, ever chase you for cub support. It'll be our secret and you know it~" she whispered in his ears, wrapping her arms around his chest and gently trying to pull him closer to her, dragging her warm tongue across his cheek. Kenny let out a little sigh of relief as his cock jumped in anticipation, pressing against her wet, waiting breeder-hole. His tip radiated heat into her folds, before finding the right angle and slowly sinking into that tight depth. The pair let out a long sigh of relief in unison as he pushed his hips further into hers, burying that bone nice and snug inside her warm snatch. He began slowly moving his hips in a gentle, considerate pace... but quickly began to speed up, as Mikaela squeaked a little in pleasure underneath him..

"Nal'Zoth the ruler of all, thank you for aiding me in my quest to appease you... I hope the gift of life I have given to you may be returned to me here and now, and that you may bless me with a litter of my own.." she gentle prayed into the air, as Kenny looked down at her, doing his best to keep his expression as neutral as possible. Privately, he thought she was completely and utterly off her tits. She was at least a good fuck, he could admit that, but there's no way he'd ever want to associate with her otherwise. That, and the fact she does his bidding... like carrying out this task. She was obsessed with some sort of goddess of fertility, one that had been wronged by centuries of regulated heats. Apparently she was put here on some great mission to change the course of society and bring back unregulated breeding like the days of the past.

Of course, she was completely loopy. Or so he thought, at least. But hey - that didn't matter too much, as she wasn't dangerous to him. In fact, she was entirely subservient to every one of his ideas and whims. Which was a great help in allowing him to further his own goals. After all, what's the use of founding an aphrodisiac and fertility company if everyone is on heat-blockers? And hey, to sweeten the deal, if he could destablise the usage of heat blockers... that meant a whole lot more days and nights of getting laid. 

Mikaela didn't know this. She was under the impression that Kenny was entirely subscribed to her way of thinking. But, really, if she knew the truth... it's doubtful she would have no longer agreed to help him. After all, she achieves her aims too. The enemy of my enemy is my friend... and so the pair worked well together, and achieved their goal.

"You know... it's a bit offputting hearing you pray like that, rather than actual dirty talk... why don't you try something else?" Kenny gently murmured to her, doing his best to appear non-threatening. After all, there's no guarantee that she won't completely lose it at him for any percieved transgression, as it's quite the touchy subject whenever he brought up her... "god" in the past.

Mikaela looked at him, eyes burning into his skull. She didn't say anything for a little bit, but her legs began tightening around his waist as he thrust into her, pulling him in a little harder and closer to her womb. Eventually, she opened up her maw: "Kenny, please bless me with your beautiful and potent seed, blessed by that who rules all of life: Nal'Zoth. There, was that any better?" she asked.

Kenny couldn't help but grin, planting both paws on her shoulders and pushing his hips a little harder into hers, his cock grinding against all those perfect, sensitive spots inside her. He leaned down and gently planted a small kiss to her forehead. "I'd say that's an improvement. Keep doing that, and you might find yourself a proper partner one day." he said to her, making sure she could hear it, while privately thinking to himself: "And dear god I hope it's not me, I don't think I could handle all this stuff.."

And as the bed they lay on steadily rocked and creaked harder and harder, and Kenny began to push his knot inside Mikaelas waiting pussy, swelling up and tying them together, cum spurting from his tip in a torrent of fertile goodness, both of their moans and groans mixing together as they held each other, each believing they got their dream achieved, one more dream was about to come true.

That being said, Mikaela's wish to have a litter of her own.