Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.

-Sitting Bull

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"GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!!" Pride screamed, trying to lunge at me, hands grabbing for pants.

Raven held her back by the collar of her cloak, a mortified look on her usually expressionless face.

Apparently, Pride was taking offence to the fact that she, and by extension Raven, wouldn't have my 'heir' or some bullshit. It was apparently a BIG DEAL to Demon Lords.

Or so she said.

I think she just wanted a bit of 'daddy time' with the extra emphasis on 'daddy.'

"Next time," I waived off with a smirk.

Everyone was very focused on children for obvious reasons. Valeria's situation exacerbated it.

I didn't want to say anything cliche about 'maternal instincts,' but it is basic science that older members of species feel a need to ensure the well-being of the younger members. That's just how life has evolved. It varies from species to species and person to person, but humans have it worse than most because of how long we are children, and thus need more care than most animals.

"Have fun," Yoruichi teased Tsunade with a waggle of her eyebrows as we left the dining room.

The former Hokage flipped the shinigami the bird, and Yoruichi cackled in laughter. The others gave various forms of encouragement to the blonde, from Artoria's silent nod of support to Priscilla's embarrassed blush and near-silent squeak.

I took the chance to take in the reactions of the others for any issues. I didn't see any in particular. Melina was inscrutable as usual, and Ranni was all for it. Apparently, it was my 'duty to ensure an heir to my line.' Robin and Diana were supportive, and Scathach didn't particularly care. In her eyes, having kids wasn't such a grand affair.

Medea and Emma had looks of longing, but they held it in and gave their support.

It had been a Family decision to keep pregnancies to only one at a time. This minimized the loss of manpower when we still didn't have a concrete idea of the exact situation of this world. There had been some talk about leaving this reality. Still, until we knew things were truly unsalvageable, nobody wanted to abandon all we had built here and potentially doom everyone on this planet.

Still, we were taking precautions.

Tsunade wouldn't be under house arrest or anything, but she wouldn't ever be left alone, always accompanied by an Emoticlone and one of the Family. She agreed it was better that way, as we didn't know how a pregnancy would affect things like the Catalogue. I was already iffy about risking lives just because we had Warranty Plan, and I wasn't willing to risk an unborn child being included with the woman if it did work.

We left the dining room with cheers, jeers, and lewd comments. Knowing them, they'd stay up for another few hours drinking and celebrating.

That left the two of us to talk on the way back to the master bedroom. While the Family needed to be involved with all of our children, some things should be left up to the direct parents, at least in our situation.

"Before anything else, we need to make a few choices," I said as I led the stacked blonde to my room.

"Like?" Tsunade asked with a raised brow.

"First off, and I don't think this has come up before, but I have a few perks of Catalogue that apply," I explained as I opened the door. "You all know I control my fertility, so we haven't been worrying about birth control. I might have said this already, but I have complete control. If I want someone pregnant, they will be. Ovulating or not, no condom or pill will stop it."

"I hadn't worried. You're not the only one who can control their fertility. You need the Catalogue to do it for you. I'm all skill," Tsunade smirked as she entered my room. She paused, raising an eyebrow at the loveseat I had installed and the bottle of sake. "What's all this?"

"As I said," I shrugged, pulling her down to sit with me. "We have a few things to talk about, and I figured you'd enjoy a drink before you can't for nine months."

"Don't worry about that. I'm more than capable of isolating alcohol and its effects from the child," Tsunade said, but she did pour the drink into saucers. "I appreciate the thought, but Chakra solves many issues."

"While that's good to know, it does touch on the other facet of the Catalogue I purchased that never came up." She sipped at her sake, pressing herself into me, her large breasts distending against my chest. I sipped my own as my hand reached her plump ass to get a handful. "'Designer Babies.' That's what the perk was called."

"Excuse me?" She asked with narrowed eyes.

It took a moment to realize the context for her suspicion. She came from a world where bloodlines were very important, her own being one of the most coveted. Breeding programs, eugenics, and other, more horrific, acts had been committed to get Bloodline Abilities for villages.

"Not in the way you're thinking," I calmed her down, and she took another sip. "Essentially, it was a perk that could be taken multiple times, each improving how much control I have over my eventual children. If I had taken all three levels, I would have been able to choose even their appearance. I didn't get all three levels, only the first two, as I did want some randomness."

"That's good," she said with approval. "This will be our child, not a product or good to be designed. But what about the other two levels? I assume this is what you are talking about?"

"Yep," I nodded, slipping my hand under her tight pants to fondle her ass cheeks directly. "The first is the basic of basics, what gender? I am leaving this choice up to you because I would be happy with either."

"A son," Tsunade answered instantly. "I want a son."

"That was easy," I said with a chuckle, having expected a bit more back and forth. "It will be nice to have some testosterone in the house. The next choice is, do you want one child or twins?"

"Hmm," Tsunade hummed in thought. "I would be happy either way. Do you have a preference?"

"To be honest? I think I'd want twins," I mused in contemplation as I put down my drink to grab a fistful of her enormous breasts. Tsunade's breath hitched, but she kept drinking and listening to me. "Twins ran in my Family, usually along the female line, but still. Also, I am a firm believer that single children are terrible. I know it's not a concern in this Family, but who knows what will happen in the future. Brothers will be able to rely on each other if nothing else."

"Twins then," Tsunade nodded, and my fingers found her nipple. I pinched. She spilled sake down her chin. I grinned. "Anything else?" The blonde asked, eyes narrowing once again, but annoyance was second to arousal.

"Two more things," I nodded, and with reluctance, I pulled my hands away from her inviting body. She raised a brow. "Both are pretty serious. Firstly, do you want our children together to have Chakra? Only you have it, so only your children can gain it. The second level of Designer Babies lets me control the 'hybridization' of my kids. Racial traits and the like. This means I can ensure they do or don't get it."

"I just always assumed my kids would have it. Everyone did in my home, even civilians," she said as she lapsed into thought. "If they have it and the other kids don't, it could lead to jealousy."

"I am not too worried about that," I shook my head. "Most of you have some sort of heritage. It will just vary from child to child. And all my kids will be dragons, eventually, with the ability to train Haki and Aura. I was thinking more about their descendants. We're not just having kids. We're having kids that will have kids that will have kids. We are looking down the barrel end of eternity and must be aware of that. So the question isn't so much: do you want our kids to have Chakra? But more like, are you comfortable bringing a race of Chakra wielders into the world? This is something only you can decide."

For a long minute, Tsunade remained silent, sipping at her sake and staring off into space.

"I..." she paused, gathering her thoughts before speaking again. "Civilians didn't use it. It wasn't used to build houses, roads, or to heal. It was a tool of war, and everything else was tangential. Before me, healing was a product of a few bloodlines and an extremely rare few. Chakra and the wars it led to killed my Family. It killed my comrades, fiance, brother, best friend, and surrogate son. Chakra is a tool of war."

I didn't speak, letting her decide for herself. Whatever her choice, it would determine if an entire race of beings would come into existence or not. It had been a choice I had faced as well. Just by being my children, all my kids would be extremely powerful, given enough time. While I liked that thought, I also needed to be aware that it also applied to my great great, times a thousand, grandchildren.

Who might be dicks that I don't like.

That was a burden of immortality so rarely talked about. You don't get to pretend you do not share some responsibility for future generations because you will be there to witness their fuckups.

"But," Tsunade paused, and I saw her come to a decision. "But it has so much potential. To heal. To create. Yes, my descendants might do terrible things with Chakra, but I will be there to help them. To guide them. And if I am not, then my children will be. That is why I want a child in the first place. Something that will outlast me. I do not want to be the last Senju anymore. The one that lives while others die. With Warranty Plan, I will outlive you. I want somebody to outlive me. So let's give them Chakra and trust our children."

"Okay," I nodded with a soft smile and a peck on her lips. Just a light touch, as the last part was to come. "The final thing we need to talk about isn't a choice you need to make but the reason why we've waited so long."

"You wanted Amelia available," Tsunade said. "Did you want a second opinion on the child?"

"No," I shook my head. "I trust your medical judgement more than hers, biomancy be damned. It's because I will need her help to recraft my Avatar. Tomorrow morning, after we're done here, I will kill myself."

She flicked me on the forehead. Hard.

Hard enough that my spinal column shattered and my skull dented. Only her weight on my lap kept me from flying over the back of the couch. And possibly through it.

"Ow." I deadpanned as my spine realigned and my face stopped looking like a bowl. A quick spell cleaned up the mess of fluids, flesh, and bone matter.

"You're lucky I know how much you fear death," she scowled harshly at me. "I know that isn't really what will happen, despite your need to be dramatic." Despite that, she still gave me a withering look. "But don't joke about something like that."

"I am not joking," I said, rubbing my forehead in phantom pain. When I saw her finger rise again, I hurried to explain. "I need to die. Or at least as close to it as I can come without actually dying."

"Explain." She ordered, and I was compelled to follow. I was okay with this one since I had planned on explaining anyway.

"Okay, this story is a bit long and complicated, but I will boil it down as simply as possible. It has to do with my time in Bloodborne."

"That you don't talk about," she said archly, sipping at her sake again. I took it as a good sign.

"It's not so much I don't want to discuss it. There is nothing particular to say as it is," I shrugged. "I was only there for a few months. It was practically a work shift compared to my time in other worlds. Did I kill a bunch of mutated abominations? Yep, a whole lot of them, but the total kill count was way lower than the other worlds simply due to time, even if they were more densely packed."

I wasn't even lying. I was a monster to the people of that world. I had torched an entire city, and most of it's inhabitants in my rage and fear, yet I had done the right thing.

There was no cure to the plague or the old blood. All you could do was purge the infected.

And the hundreds of thousands I killed?

Barely a hill on the mountain of corpses I've left behind in my travels.

"So you say," she snorted but waved at me to continue. I appreciated the efforts they went to to avoid giving me orders.

"Anyway, it has less to do with my time there and more to do with the nature as a Great One stemming from that particular place." How do you explain all the Miyazaki and Fromsoft LORE simply? "I won't get too deep into it, but one of the game's central themes was children. Mothers, pregnancy, babies and childbirth. That sort of thing. And not just among humans. In fact, the entire plot of the game could be boiled down to a story about various Old Ones trying to have kids. Reductive, but technically true."

"Mikael," Tsuande stopped me with a hand. "You're rambling."

"Right," I took a deep breath. "I am a Great One of Bloodborne, specifically. For a bunch of reasons, such as power, paranoia, completionist tendencies, and sheer usefulness, I chose to become one rather than pursue the other endings of the game. But Bloodborne Great Ones have their quirks. Usually, there is so little difference between it and other Cthulhu Mythos Great Ones. With one difference. Children. Every Great One loses their child."

"When you say they lose their child..." Tsunade asked leadingly as it began to dawn on her what I was saying.

"I mean they die. All of them," I said seriously. "Stillbirth. Murder. Miscarriage. You name it. Something inevitably goes wrong, and the child dies. This makes us desperate, and we seek surrogates to fill the hole of the lost child. The entire game is caused by this. It is almost curse-like. Infinite power in exchange for never getting children."

"Shouldn't the Catalogue protect you from that type of thing," she asked with a frown, a hand unconsciously going to her navel.

"I really, really hope it does," I admitted, letting my true feelings flow in the desperation of my voice. "But just like I am not willing to entrust your lives to Warranty Plan, I am also not willing to take a risk on this. The Catalogue Defenses also have a bit of a weakness regarding things we do to ourselves. By their very nature, The Company is a higher order of beings than Great Ones, so it should still cover it, but I am Black Marked by them, so any future involvement, like Warranty Plan, is suspect. I am hedging my bets as much as possible. With my luck, that's the only reason I've lasted this long."

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"And how does 'killing yourself.'" She made finger quotes with her words, but her scowl told me exactly how much she disliked the idea. "Help you."

"Basically, I am trying for the only loophole I know of," I shrugged. "There is no actual limit on the number of Great Ones. It is just that natural Great One children will die. I need to ensure any children of mine do not contain any Great One traits with Designer Babies. Then, I will use my true body to destroy my Great One Avatar utterly, leaving not a part of me behind. I won't recreate it for a few days or so while the sperm and the egg mix. I will do the same when the child is to be born. This way, there will be zero Great Ones to influence the child during its most important stages of development. Of course, after I do this, I will need Amelia to reform my human body, as my avatars will need to be remade."

"That is needlessly complicated," Tsunade scowled. "Can't you just stop being a Great One entirely? You'd give up power in your Avatars, but your main body is stronger anyway. You can just have your avatars be human."

"Can you stop being human because you want to?" I asked rhetorically. When she didn't seem contented by my words, I explained with a sigh. "Look. I have been a Great One for over thirty million years. Compared to that, I was only human, or humanoid as the case may be, for a few thousand years. I think as an Eldritch abomination, not as human. More than that, I physically cannot undo what I have done to myself. You cannot change who or what you are on a dime. This isn't just changing my race. I can do that easily, given enough time. This would be cutting off sections of myself, literally lobotomizing me in body, soul, and mind. Only, unlike Valeria's situation, I wouldn't be able to recover."

"Why not?" Tsunade asked with a frown. "I've seen you heal from brain trauma before. You just did."

"Because my time as a Great One was the time I spent with you all on the Island, even if you didn't know I was there," I explained simply. "If I cut off that entire section of my mind and being, which I am not even sure how to do, all I will have is memories of my time in my prison. Thirty or so years with Melina. Less than that with Ranni. And a bunch of half-forgotten conversations, spread out over years, with the rest of you. I'd be the man who had to force himself to trust you. Who loved you but didn't have the context for the emotions, eternally wondering if I was being controlled. Our relationship would not survive that. I probably wouldn't survive that."

"I see," Tsunade sighed.

I felt bad as I had been killing the mood thoroughly this entire time, but she needed to be aware of this.

These would be my first children and would set the bar for all that followed. If everything worked out perfectly, and I was just being my usual paranoid self, I'd be thrilled and able to relax a bit later. But I did not want to risk Tsunade going in blind. It might worry her more than necessary if it turned out to be nothing, but she needed to know the risk.

I didn't want to see what would become of her if she lost a child. It would kill her just as surely as if I destroyed her myself.

I firmly believed communication was crucial for a long, healthy relationship, and I intended for our relationship to last a very long time.

"Do you still want to do this?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral so she couldn't discern which way I leaned. This was her choice to make. "We are in no rush. We can wait months, years, eons even before I have children."

"But until we do, we won't know if this 'curse' of yours is active," Tsunade scowled as she downed the entirety of the remaining sake bottle. "And if it is, I am the best one to have the first kids. I am a Dragon of Life, after all, on top of being a medic. I'd be the first to know if something goes wrong."

"I'll admit to having taken that into consideration." My voice was still plain and level. "The other major factor was you were the first to ever express a desire for children."

"Do you know why I did that?"

"You never said it explicitly." I had some ideas but didn't want to put words in her mouth.

"Because I spent too long waiting." Tsunade stared down into the empty bottle. "I waited too long with Dan. With Jiraya. I am not going to wait anymore."

She threw the bottle over her shoulder, shattering it against the wall.

I paid it no attention, as I found my hands full of a curvaceous blonde trying to suck the semen out of me through my mouth.

Arousal and joy shot through me in equal measure at her response.

"I am going to worry about all this later," Tsunade panted as she separated her lips from mine. "Right now, I want you to fuck babies into me."

Her enormous breasts pressed into my chest as her hips gyrated against me.

Did I say I killed the mood? We were both Dragons of Life, so some casual necromancy is fine.

... That was bad, and I feel bad.

"Did you know one good thing about being a Great One, on top of a Dragon of Life?" I asked rhetorically. I tore her shirt from her body, leaving her in a black lacy brazier that hid absolutely nothing as it strained to keep her prodigious bosom contained. Pale flesh and pink nipples were visible despite the intricate pasterns covering them. "I have the biggest breeding kink possible. And I am going to take that all out on you."

Tsunade moaned at the thought and dove for another kiss as my hands hefted her breasts, enjoying their weight.

It hadn't always been my kink, even if I hadn't opposed the idea. My Life Element, combined with the inherent desires of a Great One, magnified that desire and made it so attractive to me that I had to physically restrain myself from putting a kid or seven in every one of my wives every time we had sex.

My self-control, real-life logistics, and fear of the potential complications caused by my Great One status had stopped me so far.

Not anymore.

"You're still doing a lot of talking," she said, voice breathy with desire. "And very little breeding."

Despite Tsunade's words, Sticky Fingers told me exactly how much my dirty talk was turning her on.

I slid my hands under her bra, fingers clamping on pebbled nipples and pinching.

"You can't wait, can you?" I asked rhetorically, keeping my voice calm despite my own arousal. One of my favourite tactics, and a surefire way to maintain control, was not letting my partner know exactly how horny I was. I pinched harder for an instant, then released my fingers. My hands grasped her breasts and squeezed as I rhythmically pulled them forward. We both knew what my actions mirrored, and the blonde moaned again at the idea. "You can't wait till these are filled with milk, can you? Till I can milk you properly."

"No," the former Hokage tried to gain some control, seizing my lips as her hand dove below my pants to grab my dick and start pumping it. Her own hips got in the way as she sawed back and forth against my waist. "I can't. Now fuck me!"

I didn't. Not yet.

My newfound pregnancy kink didn't interfere with my original desire for control and sadism. And Tsunade's unravelling was far too beautiful in my eyes.

I left one hand to continue to milk her breast as the other left to sensually slide between them and down to her navel. I stopped it before it reached her bucking hip, getting a furious look and twitch of her waist as she tried to force my hand down by contorting her body. I held her down with one hand pressing into her flesh above her womb.

Tsunade groaned in frustration.

"They'll get bigger, you know," I said conversationally, talking about things she already knew as a medic but putting them in a more arousing context. "Your breasts will swell with milk. Your hips will widen in preparation. Your ass will grow from the new position and extra pounds. All of it. You'll go from curvy short stack to porn star milf. A sex object designed only to get fucked, get pregnant, and give birth. Then repeat. Over and over again. I'll fill you with child after child. You said you were fine with being the mother of a race, right? Well, a race needs multiple ancestors to spread quickly. And you'll give birth to every one of them. I wonder just how big you'll get?"

Tsunade tore my pants off me, shredding the fabric with a growl. Her bottoms didn't last for longer than an eye blink as she ripped a hole in the tight material right over her pussy. She impaled herself with my dick with vicious desire, letting out a teeth-rattling moan as I... bottomed out?

There was no other way to describe it. Tsunade was short despite her outrageous proportions. She wasn't the smallest of the Family at 5" 4', but I was still over a foot taller than her. Despite that, I had never expected to smash into her womb's entrance.

This wasn't the first time we had sex, and she, like most of the more petite women, was a snug, warm fit. Sticky Fingers ensured that there would be no pain or damage from sex, no matter what we did, but it didn't actively change her biology.

Unless she wanted it to.

I grinned a shark's grin.

"I can feel it," I whispered/growled in her ear. For emphasis, I lifted her by her pillowy ass and smashed her down again. My dick hit a soft, spongy wall. "I can feel how hungry your womb is." I battered it again, harder. "It's trying to suck me in."

She silenced me with a kiss, shoving her tongue down my throat.

I slammed myself over and over again into her, the force rocking the loveseat along the floor. Our hips met in wet 'splats' as her arousal spread.

My hands were everywhere. Squeezing her marvellous mammaries. Cupping her amazing ass. Grasping her thick thighs. Everywhere and anywhere I could get my hands on, I did.

Inevitably one of my hands stopped on her huge tits, grasping and kneading the breast roughly as she moaned into my mouth. The heft, the weight, and the knowledge that they'd be full of milk soon drove me crazy.

My other hand grasped her doughy ass cheeks, spanking and playing with them as they bounced in rhythm to our dance. Tsunade was fit, don't get me wrong, but there was a plumpness to her that was missing in my other wives. Age, maybe? Either way, the wet slaps of our rutting was accompanied by the claps of her ass bouncing in my lap.

But it wasn't enough.

I was too wound up, too taken with the idea that I could finally let loose.

My Great One aspect was desirous of offspring.

My Dragon aspect was thrilled that we were making Life.

My human, perverted mind was taken with the debauchery of it all.

Despite creating children being the exact reason sex existed in the first place, the idea of having sex explicitly for procreation just seemed... perverted. Taboo.

We weren't missionary style in the dark, but the idea that I would do something the right way seemed... wrong somehow.

All that combined turned me on in a way I had never been before.

I picked up the short stack milf by her ass, supple cheeks pillowing around my fingers as I stood.

Disconnecting from her lips, both pairs, I tore the wet scraps of her tight pants from her body, leaving her only in a bra pushed below and sinking into her breasts, framing them for my pleasure.

"Get back in there and do your job," Tsunade growled with a glare.

I turned her, facing her away from me and pushing her head down as I held her waist with one hand. Tsunade was forced to reach out and grab the back of the loveseat.

The former Hokage hung there, arms extended and facing the ground, her blonde hair hiding her face.

Her breasts hung pendulously, swaying hypnotically with every movement of her body.

I plunged back into her with a cry of frustrated relief, letting her legs fall. They were too short to touch the ground. The blonde was supported only by her upper body strength and my dick.

I grabbed her waist with one hand, the other going to the bouncing globs of flesh that captivated me.

And I went to town on her.

SLAM. SLAM.

I pounded her with the force of a thousand bulls. Every smash of my hips against hers sent her tits bouncing, her ass flesh wobbling and forced the loveseat further and further along the floor until it was pressed against the wall. I battered down the walls of her womb as if its existence personally offended me.

And as I did, I talked.

"I'm going to fuck a baby into you."

SLAM.

"Imagine if your child could see his slut of a mother."

SLAM.

"Once you're pregnant, I won't be able to hold myself back. I'm going to have you ride my dick every morning. You will wake me up with a milky breast in my mouth. Then you're going park that fat ass on my lap and bounce on my dick for hours. When I get tired, you'll put that mouth to work. The only thing I will allow you to wear is lingerie that shows off your fat, pregnant belly."

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

Over and over, I whispered the crudest, most perverted thoughts that came to my mind in her ear. Things I would never actually do, but the taboo nature of which tingled the mind. I spoke of getting her pregnant again in front of the children. Of impregnating the entire family all at once and having an orgy.

I narrated how long we had and the hundreds, thousands of my children she'd given birth to over the eons. I taunted her with the idea of finding a world like her original, of going there and doing nothing but creating a whole new Senju Clan from scratch, just the two of us.

No matter what I said, what depraved and vile fantasies I spoke, Tsunade kept her silence but for moans and groans of pleasure. I knew it turned her on. The fluttering of her muscles, the clenching of her hungry cunt, and the way she bit her lips to stop from crying out all told me that she, like me, had never been more aroused in her life.

But she never engaged with it.

Years of dealing with Jiraiya had taught her that a pervert would latch on to anything. Those fantasies should be kept secret and safe, away from other people.

Like most people, Tsunade enjoyed sex and the perversions and pleasures it could bring.

But she could not voice it. Not speak the deviant wishes or fantasies that came to her mind.

But then I said the magic words.

Softly.

Kindly.

With no hint of my previous perverted tone.

"You're about to be a mom."

Tsunade broke.

"Fuck me, you big dicked bastard," she shouted, the speed of her hips bouncing increasing, showing how much upper body strength she really had. "Fuck me. Creampie me. Get those fucking swimmers in me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me fuck me fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK ME!!!"

I grinned, doubling my pace as one hand gripped her hair and pulled.

"Get me pregnant, you perverted son of a bitch," she ordered, her eyes meeting mine now that her vision was free of hair. She knew what she was saying, knew that I couldn't disobey. "Fuck a baby into me. Two babies. You wanna fuck me pregnant? Then stop pussy footting around and FUCK ME!"

"You don't get to call me a pervert, you slut," I spanked her ass, sending the cheeks wobbling. "You're just as much a pervert as me."

"Because you made me," Tsunade gasped at the sting of pain. "Because you and Yoruichi are deviants. Because it feels so good. Because, because, because..."

"Because you want this," I interrupted her panting words. "Because you want nothing more than to be my little breeding bitch. Because you wanna be knocked up like some little kunoichi slut, ready to pump out child after child on my command."

I said it. The dark, unspoken aspect of the Naruto world. Rape. Forced breeding. It wasn't a focus of the manga, but it was there.

Both Naruto's mother and his wife had been kidnapped for that express purpose at one point in their lives.

It was something all Kunoichi had to be aware of.

Tsunade, a veteran of two Shinobi World wars, had probably known people who suffered that fate.

"YEESSSSSS!" Tsunade howled in pleasure. "Rape a baby into me. Make me give birth to your bastard, then rape me again. Break me on your dick. Make me forget about my home until all I care about is cumming over and over again."

Sometimes, that's how fetishes work. The thing you absolutely don't want to happen that you fear more than anything can be a turn-on with a trusted companion. The fear turns to excitement, which turns to arousal.

I didn't tolerate rape. I hated it.

But roleplay between two consenting adults? That I could do.

"You say that like you have a choice," I snarled, tightening my fist in her hair and yanking her even further back as I continued to slam into her womb. Over and over again, I pumped.

"I don't," Tsunade gasped, shuddering. "I don't have a choice. I'm the strongest Kunoichi to ever live, and you're raping me. You're going to fuck a baby into me, and I don't have any way to stop you."

The wall loosened, and my dick slammed through the barrier.

Without sex magic, it would have been debilitating.

With sex magic?

My dick felt like it was squeezed through a too-tight tube. A vice-like clamp captured my head, not letting it go until it released its precious cargo.

Then it got worse.

She froze as I slammed through the walls that protected Tsunade's most sacred place. Eyes wide in disbelief.

Then she screamed.

She shouted loud enough to shake the building as she came.

"GIVE ME YOUR BABIES!"

Her entire body spasmed in orgasm, taking my dick for a wild ride. Her cunt undulated, vibrated, and clenched as she squirted her release against my groin.

But her womb wouldn't let me go.

It was too much. The fantasies, the dirty talk, the lewdness of Tsunade's plump body, the tightness of her cunt and the realization of what I was about to do all hit me in a tidal wave of arousal and pleasure.

It was all too much.

I came, flooding the hungry void with my semen as it desperately clamped down around my dick, unwilling to let even a drop out of the tight womb.

I could see it in my mind, a sense that didn't belong to a human. I ensured the result, twin sons, and I let myself drown in the moment's pleasure.

I was going to be a father.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

"I'm coming," Amy grumbled as she made her way to the door of her new condo. The old one wasn't safe now that people knew she was alive, and she needed an extra room.

"Who is it?" Victoria asked, looking up from her phone as she scrolled through PHO while eating breakfast.

Amy looked through the peephole but saw no one. Focusing slightly, she tried to use her new Kryptonian senses to detect anything.

She immediately stopped when the sounds and smells of the world slammed into her. She needed much more practice with that before it would be useful.

Reeling from the vertigo of the shock to her senses, Amy decided that if someone out there was going to try to kill her, she would let them.

She had only had six cups of coffee so far, nowhere near enough to deal with a headache. She still had to unpack later.

Opening the door, the biokinetic was not faced with an ambush or, worse yet, evangelists but with a mutant squid baby.

"Mornin'," Mikael said casually, holding up a stubby tentacle in greeting.

"Boss?" Victoria asked from behind Amy. "BOSS!!" She shouted as she caught sight of the tiny abomination of nature. Diving forward, Victoria wrapped the monstrosity in her arms and cuddled her cheeks against it. "You're so CUTE!!"

"What are you doing here?" Amy asked, rubbing her fingers against her temples. "Didn't I JUST make you a new body last week?"

"You did," Mikael nodded, not paying any mind to the 'squeeing' girl cuddling him. "But then I fucked myself to death, and now I need a new one."

Would you look at that?

The headache got worse.