The first few days of the suspension passed by in a rush of delirious pleasure for both Brigid and Owen. Although she still had plenty of homework to do (Owen wasn't about to let her neglect her studies this close to graduation after all), the rest of their time was spent like newlyweds. They ate, they smoked weed, they fucked... it pretty much was the perfect honeymoon. It was now Friday. The two of them had finished dinner a couple hours ago and were in the middle of their fourth fuck of the day. Too impatient to even make it to the bedroom, Brigid had bent over the kitchen table to allow Owen to take her from behind. Pleasured moans, strained grunts and ecstatic screams rang out through the kitchen.
"COME ON, FUCK MY PUSSY HARDER!!" Brigid yelled as Owen's massive cock sunk in and out of her womb. Her legs had long left the floor, suspended in the air with noticeably curled toes. She was now only supported by the table and the enormous rod spearing her now thoroughly soaked cunt. While her pussy still retained its tightness despite everything, she now had become way more experienced at "relaxing it open" such as it were, and was taking her father's savage dickings like a champ. Inside her, her pussy muscles coiled and spasmed, as if attempting to milk the beefy phallus inside for all it was worth. Then there were the orgasms; while no less than they had been before, she could just barely manage some degree of lucidity in them. Of course, the only thing that really was on her mind was more pleasure.
"Yeah! That's it!!" Owen growled, gripping her expansive hips for more leverage as he rutted her like a bull in heat. "Take it!" his pace was now increased to a truly furious one, sending Brigid spiraling into an abyss of sheer bliss. After a few more minutes (and several dozen more orgasms from Brigid) Owen felt his own climax approaching rapidly. Pulling out, he spun Brigid over, her muscles now too far gone to offer up any resistance. As the haze died down, she noticed that he had aimed his cock at her and was moving his hands up and down at a rapid rate. With what little strength she had left, Brigid opened her mouth wide and prepared to receive his load. "Here it CUMS!" Owen roared. Right as he finished saying it, his cock began to erupt violently, spewing its potent cargo all over Brigid. Shot after shot drenched her in practically steaming hot jizz, splattering all over her in an impromptu one-man bukkake. Every once in a while, a rope of cum landed right in her mouth, bathing her tongue in the rich savory flavor. After what seemed like a full minute of climax, Owen's load finally subsided, the last dregs dribbling out unceremoniously onto her stomach. For a few moments nothing happened, both parties just relishing the immediate afterglow. Then, just before it cooled, Brigid began to scoop the cum off her body and devoured it hungrily, making a big show of it as she did.
"Mmmmm..." She purred as she licked the last of it off her fingers. "Sooooo yummy! I think your cum is becoming my new favorite food Daddy!"
"Oh stop, you're making me blush!" Owen laughed, taking a moment to glance at the clock on the wall. 11:23, it seemed they'd been at it longer than he'd thought. "Wow, it's getting late..." he continued, taking notice of the heavy scent of sex now hanging over the air. "I think we both need a shower, and then maybe bedtime?"
"Okay Daddy..." Brigid affirmed in a sing song voice. "So... do we have anything planned tomorrow?" Owen visibly reacted, realizing what he had forgotten to tell her.
"Oh! That's right, I forgot to tell you this but; Amira is coming over tomorrow!"
"From the museum?" Brigid asked in confusion. "Why?"
"Well..." Owen continued sheepishly. "Now that you're 18 and a Breeder, there's quite a lot that you'll need to know, and it would be best to hear it from someone who's been in your shoes. Under normal circumstances your mother would be the one to have this talk with but... well, you know."
"Right..." Brigid nodded along.
"So, Amira's going to come over to do just that. I would have told you sooner, but I was kind of uh...caught up in everything."
"No, it's fine Daddy. I suppose it makes sense-"All of the sudden, Brigid was struck with a realization. "Wait... Is-is Amira a breeder too?!" she gasped, her eyes growing wide as saucers.
"Oh yes, first generation one too." Owen nodded.
"Whoa! I-I had no idea!" Brigid mused. Although it actually made a lot of sense. She had met Amira a few times over the years, and she did seem to fit the criteria of a breeder; Powerful curves, large family, even that strong will that so many attributed to Breeder women. "So um..." she continued, finally breaking the silence. "What time is she supposed to arrive Daddy?"
"Around 11." He replied.
"Does she um... does she know about us?" Brigid asked timidly. Owen could tell that she was still a bit shy about that. How best to tell her?
"Well, I didn't tell her outright, but she's probably figured it out." Owen admitted.
"Oh..."
"But don't worry!" He frantically continued, desperate to make it better for her. "She's a breeder too remember? Amira completely understands this sort of thing."
"Okay..." Brigid said softly.
"Blossom I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leak that detail." Owen visibly slumped, ashamed of himself. "I guess you have every right to mad." Brigid fumbled around for a little bit, formulating exactly what she was feeling and wondering how to put it into words.
"I'm...not mad." She finally said after a few minutes, finally mustering up the willpower to look her father in the eye. "I'm just... embarrassed I suppose? I know it's more normal among breeders but still...you're my dad. It's still taboo...I don't want the world to know that I'm in love with you. At least... at least not yet." Her eyes were welling up a little with tears. Owen's own were developing a little mist of their own, small tears of guilt and regret.
"Of course, Blossom. And again, I am truly sorry. I promise you; From now on, nobody else will know about us unless you want them to." Brigid looked deep into his green eyes, that same shade of emerald as hers. She could feel the sincerity radiating from him, and understood that he really was as apologetic as he said.
"Do you mean it?" she asked, the tear ducts starting to dry up. Owen reached forward to brush one away from her eyes.
"Yes."
"Alright Daddy." She said, her expression turning back into that warm smile she was so proud of. Brigid slid off the table, wobbling to her feet a little. Daddy had really fucked her good. "I'm going to head for a shower Daddy..." her smile changed from warm and sincere to naughty and coy, her wide hips wiggling back and forth. "Do you wanna join me?"
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Shower time had become a routine form of play for the happy couple. It was a way to get clean while still being dirty. As it happened, the shower was more than enough for two people (Owen had it built back when his wife was still alive after all). The hot water gushed forth, steaming the room into an almost thick fog. Brigid stepped in first, taking a moment to immerse herself as the hot water soaked her crimson hair all the way through. Owen soon joined her, the water pouring off his well-cut muscles was truly a feast for Brigid's eyes. For a good while they simply held each other close and kissed tenderly, just enjoying the heat and closeness of the act. Eventually they had to break off, and took the time to wash themselves as they did. Brigid took great delight in soaping up her father's body, tracing every single contour of his rippling musculature as she made sure to clean him thoroughly. She let out a soft giggle as she noticed his immense cock start to swell to life at the stimulation.
"Daddy..." She purred, pouring the tea tree shampoo into her hands and lathering up her hair. "I'm about to wash my hair...could you get my back please?" Brigid asked, grinding her humongous backside against his groin.
"Certainly Blossom." Owen soothed, taking the soap off the rack. He scrubbed all along the length, spreading suds everywhere from the back of her neck to her tremendous booty. Brigid closed her eyes, both to protect them from wayward shampoo and to enjoy the brief surrender of control. As Owen finished up with her back, he reached forward to rub at her equally epic chest, soliciting a gasp from Brigid.
"Daddy!" she squealed. "My tits don't need cleaning!" her tone was more teasing than anything though. She knew what he was getting at.
"Are you sure about that Blossom?" Owen said in an animalistic growl, gripping them a little bit harder. Even with hands like his, he couldn't hope to hold her gigantic tits completely, the majority of their mass spilled out in an overflow as his fingers sunk in. Not that he minded of course. His cock had now risen to full mast, and lay strongly on her back. Brigid shivered a little as she felt the heavy mass on her back.
"You know we can't fuck right now Daddy... we'll just get all sticky and sweaty again." She quipped. While true, she also wanted to give her poor pussy and asshole a break, lest they get all sore again. As much as she wanted to go another round (or two, or three...) she had to cut herself off before going too far if she wanted to have more fun tomorrow. She could tell it was coming off as a bit of a disappointment for Owen though, he clearly was getting backed up and needed release soon.
"Well in that case..." Owen said, his words would have implied a strong sense of disappointment if it weren't for his tone. At this point, Brigid knew it all too well; he was about to try something. As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair entirely, she braced herself against the shower door for whatever he was about to do. "Why don't we try... this?!" Owen growled, pressing her prodigious ass cheeks together and sliding his cock in-between them. Brigid gasped aloud. The bottom of Owen's cock was rubbing against her tender pucker, teasing it gently while he moved along her back.
"H-Hotdogging Daddy?" she whined in faux protest with an eye roll. "Really now?" Though she talked like she found it contemptuous, Brigid was grinding her hips back against him for added stimulation. It was clear she was enjoying it despite how silly the play was. Even with the water flowing off their bodies, her pussy was letting loose a steady flow of juices. Owen grinned slyly, and started moving back and forth the same way he would when they were fucking. A pleasant tingle flowed out from her ass, slowly building up to that now-familiar anal orgasm Brigid loved oh-so-much.
"Don't act like you're not enjoying it..." Owen teased, his hips now moving at a much more rapid pace. Internally, he took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. Her ginormous cheeks enveloped his cock as easily as her cleavage would, and clapped together in an erotic *smack* on every thrust. Brigid let loose a soft moan, she couldn't really hide her pleasure any longer. Little by little their pace grew more aggressive and frantic.
"Oooohhh..." Brigid cooed as she twerked against her Daddy. Her orgasm was growing closer and closer by the second. She could already tell it wasn't going to be especially powerful, but right now she needed a gentle one, lest she get hooked and go for another marathon fuck session. Meanwhile Owen was still quite sensitive from his own climax just a couple minutes ago, and the soft, slippery stimulation from her ass cheeks was clearly doing the job. The only question was, could he outlast Brigid? Just as he felt his balls tense up for release, he felt a familiar quivering from the girl before him. "I'm cu-uhhah-cumming!" Brigid cried out just as it struck her. A warm buzz of pleasure radiated from her tender asshole, flowing outward from her head to her curling toes. Her plump cock-pillow lips pursed into an "O" as a soft moan of delight emerged from them.
"Hrrrnnn!" Owen grunted, pulling out from the confines of her booty. As much as he would have loved to hose Brigid down with another load, they were there to get clean. He just barely managed to aim his cock away from her before it shot off. Shot after shot fired off against the shower wall, so potent and thick that it stuck to the slippery tile in semi-solid globs, only sliding off it to the floor under its own virile weight. Owen groaned in pleasure as he fired off for about a minute or so, white hot pleasure just shooting through his nerves. Finally, the eruption began to subside, each shot dwindling in volume and force until it became only a small dribble. For a brief moment, both Owen and Brigid just stood there taking a moment to catch their breaths. Without a word, they drew close and kissed deeply for a few moments, just letting the water rinse their bodies. Eventually, they broke off and went back to cleaning themselves.
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"Aww!" Brigid groaned in exasperation.
"What's the matter blossom?" Owen asked as he finished sliding his shirt on.
"It's these panties Daddy; They're too tight!" she whined, turning around to demonstrate. Sure enough, the elastic waistband was stretched to its utmost limit, yet clung tightly and deeply into her flesh. Already the back of it had sunk into the canyon of her crack, turning them into a sort of impromptu G-string. "Has... has my ass gotten bigger?" Brigid wondered aloud.
"Hmmm... I'm not sure." Owen observed, slightly distracted by the spectacle. "It's possible I guess."
"Great...first my favorite bra and now this." Brigid pouted, sliding the panties off. "I thought my curves would at least slow down by now." She continued as she pulled her baggy sleeping shirt on. It seemed she'd be going to bed commando.
"Oh I'm...I'm afraid not." Owen muttered, drawing Brigid's attention over to him.
"Wait, what?" Brigid asked.
"Well sweetie... surely you know why breeder women are so ah, curvaceous?"
"I think so." She nodded. "Wide hips and big butts for easier delivery, and large breasts for nursing, right?"
"That's right." Owen conformed as he pulled the covers back. "Because of that, they tend to continue to get bigger well into adulthood, and if you get pregnant well..."
"Oh...I see." Brigid affirmed. "I guess that makes sense."
"I'm sorry blossom." Always polite and apologetic to the last. He was probably still reeling from his earlier mistake and felt he needed to compensate.
"No, it's okay daddy!" Brigid frantically reassured, cracking a warm smile. "I mean, maybe if you told me that a few weeks ago I'd be more upset. But now? I'm happy to have a body like this... and now that I know I'm only going to get bigger I'm pretty excited!" she said, striking a pose to show off herself as she crawled into bed with him. "I guess I'm just a little upset I have to throw out my underwear so soon."
"Don't worry, I'll buy you a new pair." Owen reassured, holding her close and kissing her forehead.
"Thank you Daddy..." she purred, snuggling into his embrace. With that, Owen turned out the light and they let sleep overtake them.
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The next morning was far less eventful than their new routine usually was. Since they were expecting company, they couldn't afford to look disheveled while smelling of sex. Brigid had made sure to wear a far less racy outfit than normal; A fine pink blouse, a plain pair of jeans and only the bare minimum of makeup. Owen meanwhile had opted for his usual Saturday fare: A concert shirt from a few years ago and some cargo shorts. They had had their breakfast and were now just waiting on their guest. Brigid fiddled around with her phone, catching up with her friends at school via social media, while Owen simply paced back and forth. Eventually, a familiar sound of brass colliding together drew their attention to the front door, reminding Owen that they really needed to get that doorbell fixed. Both of them stood up, Brigid making sure to put her phone down on the table while she did, and strolled over to the door. Owen reached it first and opened the front door. "Amira!" he said to the visitor with a greeting smile.
"Hello Owen." She replied warmly, drawing him in for a hug. Amira was a mixed-raced woman of about middle age, close to 40 if Brigid had to guess (though she never asked). She was much taller than Brigid, roughly 5'10". Her skin was a light brown shade, with jet black hair about shoulder length, naturally curly with the occasional tinge of brown. Amber eyes, full lips and a cute pointed nose highlighted her face, creating a visage of beauty and grace. Of all the women Brigid knew, Amira was the only one who could give her curve envy. If Brigid's tits were huge, Amira's were colossal, each one the size of a ripe pumpkin. Thicc sturdy thighs with a substantial gap supported her tremendously wide hips (just eyeballing it they looked almost twice the width of her shoulder span) and enormously round rear end. Unlike her hosts, Amira had taken an effort to dress up in her business attire: A buttoned up white shirt, a light blue suit jacket and a matching skirt that ran down to her knees. Slung over her shoulder was a rather large light brown purse, big enough to hold books if she wanted to.
"And Brigid!" Amira continued, breaking off from her hug with Owen to give one to his daughter.
"Hello Amira." Brigid replied, hugging her back. Something about the woman just radiated warmth and kindness, an air of motherhood for lack of a better term. Brigid supposed it made sense, since she was a breeder after all.
"Well!" Amira said as she ended her hug. "I suppose your father told you why I'm here." She always spoke very flowery and eloquent, much like one would expect a scholar of her caliber to.
"Yeah, yeah he did." Brigid nodded.
"Perhaps we should take this inside." Owen offered, gesturing towards the living room.
"Right, of course." Amira acknowledged, strolling inside and following Owen's lead. Brigid closed the door behind her and followed them. "Now..." she continued, taking a seat in the recliner opposite the couch. "I'm sure you have a million questions."
"Just about." Brigid replied as she sat down on the couch. "But I...I really don't know where to start."
"That's okay!" she reassured. "Just take your time."
"Well I guess..." Brigid fidgeted with embarrassment. Where to begin? "What are breeders? I heard it's a mutation but not much other than that." Amira exhaled a little bit, struggling with how to formulate it.
"Mutation... such an ugly word." She sighed. "But I guess there really isn't anything else to describe it. We are indeed a radical...departure from the standard human. Physically quite different but still genetically compatible, even if our features are dominant traits."
"Right, I know that." Brigid affirmed. "But what I don't understand is why? Why this mutation and why all of the sudden?"
"That's... a bit of a long story." Amira admitted, taking a deep breath and contemplating how best to explain it. Owen then walked in, carrying three cups of coffee. He placed them all on the nearby table one by one. Amira took hers and drank deeply for a moment. "You see Brigid; As much as we'd like to think otherwise, we are a species of enlightened apes at heart. Communal apes to be precise, in fact we're pretty closely related to the infamous bonobos. I'm sure you know what they're known for."
"Right..." Where was this going?
"We are a highly communal and sexual species as such, much of this can be seen reflected in our evolutionary process. It is thanks to this that we have developed civilization, a remarkable feat on a scale previously unheard of. However, all throughout our development we have been making an...active suppression of our nature." She sighed in melancholy. "Numerous times we have actively clashed with our sexual urges in favor of violence, and this has never ended well for us."
"You mean suppressing sexuality?" Brigid asked.
"Well, yes that's partially true. But I was also referring to the suppression of the sexual, if that makes any sense. "
"I...don't think I understand." Brigid answered. Amira took a moment to ponder the best way to elaborate.
"Let's try this... A subjugated demographic within a powerful nation is assimilated and enslaved by said nation, whereupon their native tribal practices are stamped out. The dominant power then attempts devalue these lives by drawing attention to their enlarged sex organs, and thus compares them to animals."
"Oh right of course." Brigid acknowledged. "Yeah, I've seen that done all the time."
"Well as a matter of fact..." Amira flashed a wide grin. "I was talking about the ancient Greco-Roman cultures and the so called 'barbarians' they conquered."
"Wait, what?"
"Haven't you ever noticed how small the men are in their artwork?"
"Uh well..." Brigid replied. She did have a point there.
"Anyways, this narrative has sprung up multiple times throughout our human history, and has certainly shaped how our species has continued to thrive. We are effectively at an evolutionary crossroads between the paths of violence and sex. For a long time, it would appear that violence was the dominant path... And yet, life always breeds most strongly when it feels threatened."
"So wait, you're saying that we've been springing up as a reaction to this?"
"Basically yes, a manifestation of sexual selection to the ultimate degree."
"But how?"
"That... is a rather interesting question." Amira admitted. "As of now there is only one explanation for that, and it is hardly something we can provide to the public."
"Why not?" Amira turned over to Owen, who nodded to her in affirmation. It was about time they brought it up.
"Because the reason seems to be...mystical for lack of a better word." Brigid was struck speechless, unable to fully process what Amira was saying. This just didn't feel possible. A mutation was one thing, but magic? Amira was a very learned woman, a historian and curator of great prestige. There had to be something more to this. As if she could read Brigid's mind, Amira reached into her purse and produced the statuette she kept inside it, a smaller copy of the one she kept on display in her office. It was a green stone statue, a depiction of a robed woman holding a water basin. "Do you know who this is?"
"Um...I think I saw this before it's a Celtic goddess of some kind?"
"Correct, her name is Danu, or Anu in some dialects, the Mother Goddess from which the main line of Gods descends. Indeed, the name of this pantheon 'Tuatha De Danann' translates from Gaelic into 'Tribe of the Goddess Danu'." Amira explained, placing the statuette on the table. "Mother Goddess' are not an unusual sight in mythology to be sure. Indeed, we've uncovered many references to them throughout multiple cultures all over the world. Until recently it would be easy to simply explain them away as some kind of common theme, a grand coincidence drawn from the pattern recognition regarding a woman's role in creating life."
"Until recently?" Brigid asked. Amira smiled; she had clearly been waiting for that question.
"Yes, until recently. You see Brigid, about 25 years ago we saw the mass awakening of Breeders all across the globe. I'm sure you at least know about the early confusion and hysteria regarding it." Brigid nodded, it was still talked about in her history and sociology classes. The sudden appearance of hypersexual humans did not go over very well. Fear and persecution of this new breed ran rampant everywhere; Some saw them as creations of their faith's satanic figure, others a dangerous infestation, and many more simply worried about the notion of being replaced by them. What really didn't help the breeders' case were the strange meteorological events that hit the world. Great winds, sudden blooms of plant life all around, and strange green lights in the sky. Things had calmed down a great deal since then, it had been over twenty years and no apocalypse had occurred, though there was still some anti-breeder sentiment lingering within the populace. "What's not often talked about however... is the source of said events."
"The source? I thought the cause was never discovered."
"I didn't say the cause Brigid, I said the source. You see..." she continued, producing another object from her purse. This time it was a rolled-up paper tied together with a rubber band. In a quick motion she removed the band and rolled it out onto the table so that Brigid could now see what it was: A map, specifically of a large island landmass, with a noticeable red circle located near the southeastern tip of it. It took Brigid a moment to figure out where this was.
"Is this Ireland?"
"Yes, it is." Amira nodded. "More importantly though, the circle here." She pointed directly to it. "This location is a mountain range known as "Dá Chích Anann", roughly translated into English that's "The breasts of Anu." Named such due to its resemblance to a great big pair of, well you know. It was here that the first sightings of the phenomena were, and we believe that there is some kind of connection."
"Wait wait wait." Brigid stuttered in disbelief, holding up a hand to signal Amira to stop. "Are you saying we're the result of some kind of divine intervention from a Celtic pagan Goddess? And who's 'we'?"
"Well..." Owen stated. "I suppose when you put it like that it does sound pretty ridiculous...Amira, may I?" he queried, quickly receiving a nod in reply. "The thing is Brigid, the emergence of Breeders has been studied up and down over every field of science from biology to physics, all of which have turned up empty handed. Right now, it's the only theory that has any kind of backing."
"So..." Brigid muttered, her head swimming with the new revelations. "What does that make us? Some kind of demigods?"
"Mmm...Exalted more like." Amira clarified. "So far breeders haven't demonstrated any kind of exceptional martial abilities, everything that makes us special seems directly related to sex and reproduction. Plus, we're not really children of the Gods, as we all had human parents."
"This...this whole thing is pretty unbelievable."
"Yes, I suppose it does seem impossible." Amira affirmed. "But then again, so does breeder sex in general. By all logic we should not be able to handle such extreme acts and sizes." Brigid recoiled for a moment, but nodded as the realization settled in. She'd been so caught up in the whole thing she never really considered how absurd it was.
"So um... can I ask again; Who's we?" Brigid reiterated her question.
"Oh right, of course." Amira said, leaning forward and clasping her hands together.
"You see, the world hasn't looked too kindly on Breeders from the beginning. Plus, if we were to come forward and state that we're graced by a, as you put it, Celtic Pagan Goddess, it really wouldn't help our case. As the saying goes, there's strength in numbers. With that in mind, Breeders around the world have banded together to form a sort of...organization dedicated to supporting our causes and keeping this information a secret." While she made a motion to reach into her purse again, she was quickly interrupted by Owen, who had already dug through his own wallet and produced a card which he handed over to his daughter. Brigid immediately recognized it as the card from their first date at the adult theater and examined it thoroughly.
"I.B.E. ... Institute of Breeder Equality. Owen Leigh, membership card." She read aloud. "So wait, you're a member of this...conspiracy Daddy?"
"Well, to put it simply yes. Although I would prefer if you didn't use that term." He admitted. "My job in the museum has me interacting with many relics of the past, quite a lot of them alluding to the mother Goddess. If such information were co-opted by the wrong people, it could be disastrous for us. We need to make sure the data is all gathered before we can leak it to the public." Brigid took a moment to take it all in, for it was quite a lot to comprehend.
"But why though? If this struggle is as old as you say it is, why now?" Amira fidgeted nervously, it always rubbed her the wrong way when she had to admit it.
"Well, the short answer is; we don't know." She said. "As near as we can tell, she chose to awaken us all in response to the violence and instability of the world right now. But as to why now? We're not sure." A long awkward silence passed over the room. It seemed there was a limit to even Amira's knowledge.
"You said there's stuff I needed to learn from a breeder woman specifically?" she finally broke the silence.
"Yes Brigid, there is." Amira conformed. "Let me be as blunt about it as I can. Your libido and attraction to your father are perfectly natural." Brigid turned a deep red at that statement. "You naturally desire the most suitable male to father your children, and Owen is...especially virile even amongst breeders."
"But, that's different!" Brigid protested almost immediately. "I...I love my Daddy, and I enjoy h-having sex with him. But that doesn't mean I want to have his baby!" Amira waited till she had finished.
"Brigid, I can understand your hesitation. I have been through the same thoughts as you. I too fought it for a long time before I came to grips with it." She responded softly and soothingly. "But over time I came to realize that denying it was only making me miserable, and after I embraced it my life has never been better. I'm now a mother to 13 darling children, and I intend to be one to many more. Indeed, your father..." she gestured over to Owen. "Has been holding himself back ever since your mother died."
"D-Daddy, is that true?" Brigid asked softly.
"...Yes Blossom." Owen admitted. "I didn't...I didn't want you to grow up with half siblings running around that you didn't know about. It wasn't easy but, I thought it would be best." Brigid said nothing for a good while. She understood completely, yet felt a great amount of pity for whatever reason.
"It's true, I have asked him many times, but he rejected me each and every one of them." Amira sighed. "But do not mistake this for pressuring you." She continued. "For we do not wish to force you into anything you do not want, let alone bring a child into the world. All I-all we are saying is that this is a safe environment, where your real decision can be voiced. If you do not wish to be a mother, then we will never discuss this again. But I will ask you one more time, and please be completely honest: Do you want to have Owen's baby?" A long silence hung over the room; Brigid fidgeted nervously as she searched herself deeply. Eventually, she hung her head low and softly whispered a single word.
"Yes."
"Brigid!" Owen gasped in surprise, he had certainly been hoping for that kind of response, but yet didn't imagine he would hear it. "Do you really...do you really mean that?" Brigid turned her head to face him, tears welling up in her jade eyes.
"Yes Daddy. "she managed to say through sobs. "I... I've been fighting it a lot, ever since we started having sex. At first I thought I just wanted you to cum inside me, but now I know it's because I want to be a mom, and I..." she was bursting into tears at this point as all her pent-up emotions just flowed out of her, her mascara was now running down her face in black streaks. "I want it to be with you."
"Brigid." Owen simply said, drawing her face to his and kissing her lovingly. Little by little Brigid returned the kiss more and more passionately, no longer concerned with Amira's presence. By the time they broke off, her tears had ceased flowing. Brigid sniffed a little, trying to clear her nose after it all. Automatically, Amira handed her the nearby tissue box on the table. Brigid pulled out a fistful, wiped up her mascara streaks and blew her nose quite loudly.
"Will..." Brigid finally asked. "Will the baby be alright?"
"Yes, yes it will." Amira reassured "Breeders have no issues with inbreeding. Sort of another quirk of our biology."
"That's good." Brigid said with a smile of relief. It was all coming together so fast, she should have been a nervous wreck. Yet she felt nothing but absolute elation.
"Of course, I would still recommend you seek out other fathers for your later children, a good breeder should diversify."
"Later children?!" Brigid gasped in embarrassment. "Wait -We're not-I mean, we haven't even had one yet! I mean, we only just agreed to- "
"Do you really think you're just going to have one?" Amira asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well..." Brigid fidgeted. "I...I always wanted a big family..." she muttered. "But we can't support that many. Besides, I couldn't cheat on Daddy like that."
"Brigid, blossom." Owen held up his hand. "You know I would have no issue with that, I would gladly be there for you if you wished to breed with other men. As for support, well... the I.B.E. will gladly step in to help."
"There is one last thing..." Amira said as she stood up. "I have a request for your father, and I think he knows very well what I am about to ask."
"I do, yes." Owen nodded. "And you remember what I told you all the other times you asked. Now it's no longer just my decision to make- "
"Daddy." Brigid interrupted. "I know you've done your best to hold back for my sake. But..." she struggled, as she could hardly believe what she was about to say to him, truthful as it may be. "I said I wanted a big family, and I meant it. If you're okay with me breeding with other men, then I am okay with you breeding other women. I want lots of brothers and sisters. Besides..." she blushed a little. "I think it's kind of hot, knowing my Daddy is a real breeding bull." She purred, stoking the flames of Owen's lust.
"A-alright." Owen stammered.
"Then it's settled!" Amira said, clapping her hands together. With that, she stood up and began to take off her suit jacket.
"Wait, did you mean right now?" Brigid asked, her eyes growing wide with surprise.
"Well, yes." Amira replied flatly, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "Today's just the right time for me, and I want to make sure Owen 'hits his mark'." As the last button came undone, Amira slid the blouse from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground to display her truly gargantuan tits for both of them to see. She was wearing a plain white bra, no lace or extra support for her girls. With a swift motion she undid the clasps and tossed the brassiere to the side. Her tits bounced for a moment, losing only a tiny bit of lift still they stood firm and proud, easily dwarfing even Brigid's. Out of the corner of her eye, Brigid noticed Owen, utterly entranced by the sight. She bit her lower lip, and let out a slight groan of envy. Not wanting to be out-done, she quickly lifted her own shirt off and unclasped her own bra to let the twins bounce free.
"Daddy..." she purred, moving over and leaning into him, engulfing his arm within her gargantuan cleavage.
"Are you jealous?" Owen teased with a sly grin, turning his attention away from Amira to his daughter.
"Mmm... kinda." She replied in a somewhat flippant tone. "I know how much you like big tits and butts, and hers are so much bigger than mine...I can't help worry that I'm not enough for you anymore." Brigid whined, pursing her lips into a pout.
"Oh blossom!" he chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead. "You know that's not true."
"Besides Brigid..." Amira said as she slid her pants down her broodmare hips. "These curves of mine are tempered from years of breeding. When I first started, I was actually a great deal smaller than you." She continued as she kicked her pants off her feet. Without wasting a second, she gripped the waistband of her panties and lowered them with a sashay, revealing the perfectly smooth, hairless cleft of her pussy.
"Oh really?" Brigid asked, grinning a little. She flashed a brief southward gaze at Amira's pussy, noticing she too was without a single hair down there. Idly, she wondered if that was a breeder trait. With a little confidence back in her system, she grabbed the waist of both her pants and panties and wiggled her way out of both. Unceremoniously, she tossed them aside without a care where they landed. "So, you're saying I'll be bigger than you eventually?"
"Well... possibly. It depends how much you are able to catch up." Amira replied with a hint of prideful defensiveness, striding over to the couch where Owen and Brigid were entwined. With Brigid keeping his side occupied, and the other one blocked off by the armrest of the couch, Amira placed herself on the only open spot left: Owen's lap. Splaying her legs over the sides of Owen's, Amira ground her monumental booty against him, feeling the familiar sensation of his cock swelling to full size through his pants. While it would be easy to finally have a taste of Owen's lips, it seemed there was someone else who needed it a little more. Reaching out, Amira gently gripped Brigid's face and turned it to hers. Before Brigid even realized what was happening Amira drew her in for a deep kiss.
"Mmph!" She grunted in surprise at the unexpected kiss. Brigid had never kissed another girl before, and certainly never expected to do so. But as she felt Amira's tender smooches and expert tongue-work, her hesitation and surprise began to melt away and soon she was kissing her back. Amira kissed quite a bit differently than Owen did; His was the powerful and domineering kisses of a stallion, while hers was the sweet and tender technique of a loving matriarch. Brigid was honestly surprised how much she was enjoying this. Did this make her bi? She supposed so, but was all too happy to embrace this newfound revelation. The two women kissed for a good while, much to the visual delight of Owen. Eventually they parted, leaving a somewhat breathless Brigid to process it all. "Oh wow..." she finally said.
"You like that I see." Amira purred, taking a moment to plant just one more kiss on Brigid's nose.
"Yeah..." she breathed. Her attention suddenly turned to her father, and she noticed how utterly enthralled he was at the spectacle. "I think someone enjoyed it even more than we did!" Brigid giggled. It was kind of cute how a little girl-on-girl could render a strong bull like her daddy dumbfounded.
"What can I say?" Owen replied, trying his hardest to put on an air of control and composure. It wasn't really working. "I've got two lovely broodmares before me." He continued, his hands gripping hard at the soft expanses of their asses. "I can't help but be a little excited."
"Mmm... If that's the case..." Amira said as her hands traveled southward to his pants. "Perhaps you'd like these two broodmares to give you a little service? That is...if you ask real nicely." she was unbuttoning his pants slowly, it was clear she was making a bit of a power play, hoping to make him beg. Owen was quickly catching wise.
"I wouldn't object." He growled, flashing a sly grin. "But I don't think that's what you want, and you know it's not what I do." Without missing a beat, his left hand shot between Amira's legs. His fingers quickly went to work, exploring her labia and mound while his thumb teased at her clit. Amira barely managed to suppress her sounds of delight into a soft moan. Right on her cue, Owen sunk his index finger inside and gently moved it about. She was already a little wet, and held enough experience to take him inside with relative ease. "No... what you want is to take me inside. To feel me stretch out your pussy, occupy every square inch, fill you up like *nothing* ever could. To feel me drown your womb in a load of hot cum, ensuring you leave for home with a bun in the oven. And then when it's all over, to feel me do it again." His movements became defter and more aggressive, stimulating her G-spot and clit exquisitely. Amira managed a brief smile to herself. It seemed she'd chosen wisely, Owen was definitely as skilled as a good bull should be, and if he was as big as she had heard then she was in for an unforgettable breeding. Brigid stifled a giggle and leaned into Owen, planting kisses along his jawline and neck.
"Take her first Daddy..." she whispered into his ear. "I wanna see you knock her up. It'll get me all hot and wet for you when it's my turn."
"That reminds me." Amira managed to say through her moans. "Brigid, could you get something out of my purse please? I have a little ah... party favor." Brigid was a little curious what that entailed. Some edibles maybe? Still, she obediently got up and strolled over to the table.
"What am I looking for?" Brigid asked as she dug through it
"A package of light pink pills." Brigid spotted it and took them out. She then walked back to the couch and handed them over to Amira.
"What are those?" Brigid queried as Amira popped one out of the wrapper. Owen raised an eyebrow out of his own curiosity. It seemed they both had the same worry, and Amira put up her hand to reassure them both.
"Fertility pills." She answered, tossing the pill into her mouth and quickly swallowing it. "It's a new formula designed specifically for breeders by the IBE, one that works well on both men and women. It brings up the chances of conception to almost 100%, and is even strong enough to override the birth control pill." Amira winked at Brigid.
"Oh, they finished the testing?" Owen asked as he took the package to take a pill of his own.
"Yes, they're ready to ship as soon as we figure out a name for them. We managed to get the side effects down to a bare minimum."
"Side effects?" Brigid asked hesitantly.
"Well, they have a tendency to create a higher rate of multiple births. "Amira admitted. "60% of the test subjects had twins, another 20% triplets, one woman even had quadruplets! Now for me, that's not a problem. But I guess it's only fair to warn you." Brigid's jaw dropped hard. Multiples? That seemed a little bit much, even for a breeder! Still...something inside of her was eating away at her reluctance. If she didn't take it, not only would Amira have a greater chance of conceiving than her, but she'd end up with more of Owen's children and- why was she hesitating? Without a second thought, she popped a pill out of the packaging and downed it.
"I don't feel any different." Brigid commented.
"Well of course, we worked really hard to make sure of that!" Amira laughed, taking advantage of the lapse in Owen's fingering to quickly unbutton and unzip his pants. As she pulled them down his legs, she bit her plump lower lip in arousal at the sight of his overstuffed boxer shorts. It seemed the rumors she'd heard from back in the day were true. Her awe was noticeable enough to catch Brigid's attention.
"Isn't it just amazing?" She giggled, climbing back onto the couch and rubbing the bulge sensually through Owen's underwear. "Sometimes I can hardly believe I've taken the whole thing inside! I don't know where it goes!"
"Oh really? You've taken the whole thing?" Amira looked up at Brigid, flashing her a sly grin. Brigid could swear she felt a little bit of a competitive tone in her voice. "I wouldn't have guessed you could handle it! My my my you're just full of surprises!"
"Sure did! In all. Three. Holes." Brigid said, punctuating each word for emphasis. "I'm a hardcore size queen, and proud of it!"
"Mmm...you are preaching to the choir my dear." Amira replied as she gripped the waistband of Owen's boxers. As eager as she was to get started, something inside her was holding her back, just so she could relish in the anticipation a little bit longer. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Brigid's hand moved from the bulge and wandered up to grip the waistband too. Amira noticed and momentarily drew her attention away from the package she was desperate to unwrap. "Shall we do the honors together?
"Sounds good to me! On three?"
"Certainly! One..."
"Two..."
"Three!" They said in unison as they yanked the shorts down and let the beast out of its confinement. It had already grown to full size with all the stimulation. All the potential energy stored within was unleashed all at once, causing it to lurch upward violently to smack Amira in the stomach, nearly causing her to double over. "Oh my-!" she exclaimed in surprise as she saw the titanic ivory pillar resting against her stomach, demonstrating just how far inside her it would go. Of all the lovers she'd known, Owen was the first to really be "hung like a horse". Brigid smiled slyly at Amira's "cock shock", idly wondering if she had the same expression the first time she saw it too. Already a steady flow of pre-cum had begun to flow from the tip, eager to assist in lubricating its journey inside her. "So huge... I guess I picked a real winner here!" Amira purred as her shock faded, replaced with her familiar confident swagger. "Are you sure you still want me to go first Brigid?"
"Well...yes." Brigid said after pondering it a moment. "Daddy and I have all the time we need to get me pregnant, and I guess you've been waiting for it longer than I have. Besides, it'll be a good warm-up for my own breeding." Amira could pick up on the slight hints of jealousy still residing within Brigid.
"Do not worry Brigid." She reassured as she lifted her capacious hips to help align Owen's cock with her moist opening. "This is only sex. I can see the way he looks at you, and I know he feels as strongly for you as you do for him." Brigid and Owen looked at each other for a moment, before cracking a mutual smile at one another.
"I know..." Brigid sighed happily as she leaned back to get herself into a more suitable position to pleasure herself. "So long as he comes back to me every time...I'm happy if he takes other women to bed." She spread her legs outward, taking her left tit in hand while her right slid downward to rub at her pussy. Amira rubbed Owen's tip against her pussy, smearing around his copious precum to give herself a little extra lubrication. A soft, alto moan escaped her lips, signaling the imminent bliss she was about to indulge in. Unable to take the suspense anymore, Amira began to drop her hips. There was a little resistance, but years of practice helped ease him in and before she knew it, the tip had slid inside.
"Aaaahhhh!" She sighed in delight as she felt her pussy open up. A quick spurt of pussy juices erupted from her to help take the beast. Almost immediately she began to work her internal muscles. With well-practiced expertise she squeezed and undulated all over the length. Owen let loose a groan and another burst of precum. Amira smiled, he was already feeling it and she hadn't even begun to really move. "Watch carefully Brigid." She said as she began to bounce, each downstroke sinking in just a little bit more. "Riding is- more than just the-ah-movement of the-mmph-hips." she instructed, occasional grunts of pleasure interrupting her thought process. "You have to-Oooh-learn to-to use your inner pussy muscles. Think-ah! Think Kegels!"
"Kegels...okay..." Brigid murmured as she watched intently. With her gaze focused on Amira's pussy, she noticed the squeezing motions going on. She had to admit, this was pretty hot. Any jealousy she might have still had was now lost in the midst of this live porn she was now witnessing. Two fingers sank inside her dripping wet box and wiggled around to stimulate every spot they could, while her left hand tweaked her nipple in tandem. It wasn't anywhere near girthy enough for her tastes, but she needed the ability to focus right now. Her hips wiggled eagerly with her fingering in an instinctive effort to enhance the stimulation.
"And that's-not-all." Amira grunted through her pleasure, spinning around to face away from Owen. "Use what the goddess gave you, and give him a great big show!" She said as she bent forward to emphasize her enormous ass. As soon as Owen's attention was drawn to her, Amira started to make use of her glute muscles and entered into an erotic twerking frenzy. Each of her cheeks seemed to operate independently, dazzling both the Leighs with the display. "Sex is-ah...equal parts sti-stimulation, emotiOAHnal, and-oooohh-visual!" Amira tried to explain as best as she was able to under the circumstances. Owen was gritting his teeth as he did his best to hold out. A misguided person might have assumed that Amira would be loose and worn out, ruined from her years of breeding, but this could not be further from the truth. Her pussy clung to Owen snugly, milking his shaft with well-practiced motions mixed in with the blissful twitches of her own pleasure. Sweet juices flowed from her honeypot like a waterfall, practically bathing his cock in pure liquid warmth as they blended with his own copious precum.
As she watched and pleasured herself, Brigid realized what it was about Amira that she actually envied. It was not her curves, nor that she wished to breed with the man she loved. No, Amira was a true breeder matriarch, confident, skilled and experienced. The kind of woman she wished to be. Brigid sighed a little and slid another finger inside her slippery twat, pumping it back and forth, it still wasn't enough girth. She had a lot of catching up to do, but at least Amira seemed keen on helping her develop.
"OowhaAA!!" Amira gasped all of the sudden as she felt herself begin to climax. It had been building up for a while with pleasurable little jolts, but even still she felt herself caught a tiny bit off guard. Pulses of joyous electricity burst through her core, rapidly growing in their intensity. Her hips gyrated more forcefully and she threw her head back to let out a delightful wail. Owen could sense her orgasm building and began to piston his hips like an industrial machine, making sure to stretch her nerves good and deep in the sweet pain he knew she loved. Between their combined movements, Amira's orgasm escalated from pleasurable to blissful at a rapid pace. Her eyes fluttered and her voice warbled uncontrollably as she came. Brigid giggled softly, wondering if this was what she looked like when she climaxed. The spectacle carried on for a good while, before eventually it receded, leaving Amira momentarily out of breath. Fuck that was a good one, and she hadn't gotten anywhere close to taking Owen all the way. It took her a moment to remember that Brigid was still watching, and frantically resumed her pace. "Of course..." She half said and half moaned, still quite sensitive from the orgasm. "Female-ah-orgasms are VERY important! They-they-ooo-increase our fertility, and let our bodies know it's...ahh...time to reproduce!" Still she tried to maintain composure despite being fucked hard.
"Okay...I'll remember that." Brigid humored her as she slipped a 4th finger inside, increased the pace and kneaded her mountainous tit with her off hand. A small orgasm built within her, only noticeable to the outside world if one paid attention to her breathing rhythm. Unfortunately, she found it just out of reach...Owen really had spoiled her these last few days. Brigid realized she was growing impatient, she wanted her turn. She needed to speed things along. "Daddy..." she moaned. "Go deeper inside her... I want to see you take her womb like you do with me." Owen looked back to her and flashed a primal smile.
"WhuAAH?" Amira gasped as Owen lifted her up without pulling her off. Spinning around, he carried her onto the couch and transitioned into doggy style. Before she really realized what had happened, Owen had gripped her broad hips and started rutting her like a Shetland stallion. Deeper and deeper he sank, until he felt the familiar barrier of Amira's cervix. It had been some time since Amira had felt a man reach there. Nerves long neglected sprung back to life in delicious ecstasy as he gave kiss after cervical kiss. It didn't take too long for another big orgasm to strike her. All her composure and dignity started to dissipate in the throws of utter euphoria. It took Amira a great deal of effort to manage to regain her footing. "I think you not-noticed" she stammered through the hard fucking. "The cervix aAAHND wo-womb are BIIIG sensitive areAHs for breeders!"
"Yeah... I did." Brigid moaned a little, so close to an orgasm of her own. "Thought that was weird...most girls tell me it hurts."
"N-not for us!" Amira moaned as she was struck with yet another cervical orgasm. Brigid nodded in acknowledgement, she supposed it made sense. Breeder men would reach there anyways, it was only logical that they'd be major pleasure spots.
"Daddy's not even all the way in yet..." she whispered, half to herself. "Once he gets in there..." she shivered with delight at the memory. "It's just...the...BEST!" She squealed as her own orgasm hit. It was pretty minor compared to what she was now used to. A small static shock vs a lightning bolt. Still, it jolted through her body, producing some minor twitches in her legs and pussy. Somehow the envy helped make it better, a little added spice to her own stimulation. Maybe they'd have to try it again sometime.
Owen gritted his teeth and let out a low growl. He was so close to hilting himself, yet those final few inches may as well have been light years. Little by little he felt her cervix open up, each thrust dilating the opening just a tiny bit more. Faster and faster he plowed, just hoping for that last little push. Amira's orgasms were coming faster and faster, it wouldn't be long before she hit that magic pace, the continuous orgasmic ecstasy. Finally, it happened, the last orgasm to put them both over the edge. Through the tip of his cock, Owen felt just enough give to slide inside. With one final push of his hips, Owen sank the last of his member into her, entering her womb and filling her completely. All the air in Amira's lungs emptied unceremoniously, her mouth frozen in the expression of a breathless gasp. "So..." she finally managed to break the silence. "Full!". Though she was feeling the oh-so-wonderful sensation of being stuffed, Amira noticed something slightly off. Turning back around, she noticed that Owen had stopped, clearly a mercy to give her some time to adjust. A gentleman to the end. "I'm not a china doll!" she said back at him. "Come on! Fuck me!" Owen was only momentarily taken aback by her eagerness. Coming this close seemed to knock the eloquence right out of her. Not that he really minded though.
"You may regret that..." he said in a low, aggressive voice before pulling back. It was only for a second, but the emptiness Amira felt in his cock's absence was almost unbearable. Luckily, he was quick to sink the full length back in. Amira's body rocked with the force, visible shockwaves ran through her ass, causing it to wobble like a bowl of Jell-O. In and out he pistoned, moving at a perpetually faster pace on every stroke. A pronounced stomach bulge, in the outline of Owen's cock appeared in her stomach, jutting out to show off just how deep he was going each time. Amira felt her nerves light up in an inferno of pleasure, and could do nothing but holler to the heavens as her desired orgasmic state began. Loud wet smacks were drowned out by her joyous screams as their coupling devolved into frenzied fucking. Brigid's eyes grew wide as dinner plates as she took in what she was seeing. This was mating, pure and simple. The animalistic dance of procreation, the very purpose they were put on this Earth to fulfill. God-no, Goddess it was hot.
"OOOOOHHH YESSSS!!" Amira bellowed in the throes of another orgasm. Powerful waves of mind-shattering bliss just kept crashing down on her, so strong it took all she had just to maintain any degree of rational thought. She could no longer tell when one ended and another began, nor did she care. "YOUR COCK'S SO FUCKING HUUUUUGE! COME ON!! BREED ME LIKE A BITCH!!" Owen would smile if he wasn't so focused on lasting as long as he could. Every time he thrust into her womb again, he felt it his copious pre flooding it. A mere foreshadowing to the flooding that was about to cum. Brigid was now shoving all five fingers inside her in a desperate attempt to feel even the tiniest fraction of what she knew Amira was currently experiencing.
For nearly an hour they just kept fucking like this, Brigid managed to draw forth another 6 orgasms, while Amira just had far too many to count, that is if they were separate ones to begin with. But eventually, Owen felt the tension rising in his balls. If he was going to do this, then he had to do it right. Just as his own pleasure peaked and he was about to erupt, Owen shoved his cock as deep and hard as he possibly could one last time, spearing her womb and kissing the back. As the tip made contact with the back of her womb, he let loose an animalistic roar and began to fire off. Amira froze as she was struck with one last climax, unable to speak as her world went entirely white. The first shot painted the inside of Amira's womb completely, while the second splattered inside the small opening and quickly pooled. The third was enough to finally fill her womb to capacity, or so it would seem as the fourth inflated it like a balloon, but Owen was nowhere near done. Again and again he fired off, each time stretching her out just a little bit more. Amira's stomach started to swell to help accommodate the load. Brigid gaped in awe at the spectacle. She had experienced something like it before, but to watch it happen was another matter entirely. Eventually, Owen felt his load subside, and the last of it dribbled into Amira to join the rest. A drop in the proverbial bucket.
It took Amira a moment to return back down to earth, her mind had been drowned in a sort of blissed-out waking coma. When she mustered up the strength to look down, she cooed in happiness at the sight of her now substantial cum bump. She could pass for a woman four months along in her current state. "Oooohhh..." she sighed. "You are amazing Owen! Just one load and already this much!" She gingerly pulled herself off of him, careful not to scrape any of the precious cargo out of her womb. As the head departed, her cervix quickly closed behind, only the smallest trickle managed to escape. An inconsequential loss. "Thank you...I just know I'm pregnant already." Amira planted a tender kiss of gratitude on Owen's lips.
"Oh I hope so. Although..." Owen flashed a sly yet slightly weary smile. "There is no harm in another round or two. Just to be sure."
"Mmmmm... I'd love that." Amira responded. "But I think there's someone else who's been waiting patiently for her turn." She said gesturing to Brigid, snapping out of her awe induced trance.
"Of course... come here blossom." Owen gestured. Without even thinking about it, Brigid stood up and walked over to him. A fine river of pussy juices ran down her thighs, creating loud squelch with every step. Just as she got close enough, Brigid wordlessly dove to her knees and engulfed Owen's cock in her mouth. "Whoa-Brigid!" he yelped in surprise. Eagerly and aggressively, Brigid licked and sucked every square inch of his cock, taking great effort to clean every last drop of cum and pussy juice from it. After a good couple of minutes, she pulled off, leaving behind a glistening sheen of saliva on his cock.
"Sorry Daddy..." she said, putting on that pout of hers. "Your cock just looked so tasty like that..."
"No need to apologize blossom." He soothed, drawing her in for a loving kiss. "I can't say I didn't enjoy it." His hands gripped her sweeping birthing hips, and his cock slid between her thighs, foreshadowing what would happen next. "Do you want to go somewhere private?"
"No..." she purred, leaning into his ear to whisper to him. "I think I want her to watch."
"You're growing bolder..." Owen teased. Maybe he could see just how far her newfound courage went. "Tell me what you want... and make sure she hears it." Brigid had no hesitation, and said the three words she knew he wanted to hear more than anything.
"Breed me daddy!"