*Hello! Oghma the Druid here! Thank you all for being patient, as this one took a lot longer than I had initially thought. As I kept writing I felt more and more explanations were owed to you guys, and I did my best to cover everything I could, while still fitting in more sex to keep your interest up. I suppose the story has taken on a life of its own, and has become far more fantastical than ever before. I hope to see you all for the next installment!*
**Disclaimers: Excessive sizes, unrealistic anatomy and mystical elements ahead. All characters depicted within are 18 years or older.**
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.
