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“Brooklyn, what’s pregnancy like?” Helena asked the diplomat one morning, making her spit her coffee.
“W-W-Why would you ask that…?” she replied, trying to clean herself up.
“I’ve been thinking… that I want to have a baby. You’ve been married to the commander for five years, so I thought surely you’d have a child yourself by now. You’re always so knowledgeable and always seeking knowledge.” Helena smiled, sparkling with innocence.
“Uh… Helena… when you say you want a baby…?” Brooklyn questioned her nervously.
“What else could I mean? I want to bear a child for my husband.” Helena cocked her head.
“I don’t know what it is like… but I can fix that if you’ll give me nine months.” Brooklyn stated, standing from her seat.
“Eh? You’d really go that far to help me prepare?” Helena gasped.
“You’re my dearest little sister. Naturally I’d go that far.” Brooklyn smirked, giving a thumbs up.
“Oh you’re the best, Brooklyn.” Helena giggled, practically glowing in her smile.
Brooklyn then took off like a speeding bullet. As she ran through the training yard she got her target in her sights. The commander was about to take a clipboard from Takao when Brooklyn got an arm around him and pulled him away at blinding speed. She carried him all the way back to their bedroom and slammed the commander down on their bed, which was larger than normal with wrestling ring corners and ropes around it. She then rapidly began stripping him.
“B-Brook, Brook, w-what’s going on?!” he cried, blushing as he tried to keep his boxers on.
“You’re getting me pregnant, that’s what.” she stated bluntly as she gave up on his boxers to begin stripping herself.
“S-So suddenly?! I still need to take roll for the ship classes!” he exclaimed, getting a slight nosebleed as she tossed her bra with reckless abandon into the laundry hamper.
“I’ll act like it’s a match, bell included.” she told him, kicking off her shoes only leaving her socks on.
“B-Brooklyn… I have duties to handle...” he groaned, extremely tempted by it.
“I’ll do some moves too while I’m at it. I don’t see why I can’t service your fetish a little.” Brooklyn replied, stepping through the ropes onto the bed.
“ Can you smell what the commander’s cookin’? ” he stated, his boxers flying from the bed ring revealing an erection.
“Start.” Brooklyn commanded, licking her lips.
~ DING ~
Brooklyn then leapt onto him prompting a pained moan as her body also came down on his erection. She then sat up and pressed her clit to the base of his shaft before starting to jerk him off. His moans started to get her oven preheating as she jerked him faster. She’d never admit it, but she actually does enjoy his fetish somewhat. It allows her to take dominant positions like this that gives her a bit of a morale boost, especially on days where negotiations between bases don’t go well. Today she took pride in that she was going to have a child so she could prepare Helena as much as possible. Her hand job quickly got rough reflecting this, making the commander moan louder. She knows he loves it when she’s merciless with his dick too, so every now and then on the down stroke she’d punch it making him moan louder. When he came, she put him in a headlock squishing his face against her breast, then put his hand to her pussy.
“Finger me. Now.” she demanded, wrenching him in the hold making him do as he was told.
Brooklyn moans softly biting her lower lip as she wrenched him now and again to keep him going. This feeling of domination never failed to get her off. It reminded her of when negotiations are going exceedingly well in her favor. The faster he fingered the more she moaned. Before long she started to reach her limit, making her tighten the headlock. She squealed a bit as she finally came. She then got up and elbow dropped him. Pulling him up, she kissed him before hitting him with a suplex. Brooklyn then sat on him facing his crotch and slowly lowered herself into a lying position with his cock sandwiched between her breasts. He moaned as she began massaging it there, prompting him to massage her butt cheeks.
When it came to titfucking, Brooklyn loved to be rough on it squishing her breasts on it as tightly as she can. Feeling it twitch and throb between her tits as he moaned was among the best feelings. Once she could tell he was about to cum she stopped massaging, sat up, and began stroking the underside of the shaft. She then suddenly began digging her knuckles into the shaft making him moan loudly.
“Cum for me.” she giggled, digging more.
It didn’t take long for that to make him cum. She then laid down on him and pressed her knuckles on it more making him moan holding her hips, unable to reach his dick.
“I’ll let you decide… top of the corner move or an old fashioned power move?” Brooklyn smirked, twisting her knuckles to dig more prompting cute moans from him.
“Corner…” he moaned.
“No moving now, and I’ll make you feel real good.” Brooklyn told him, booping his nose.
She then pulled him toward a corner and began her ascent. Brooklyn then performed a moonsault making the commander moan loudly. She then mounted him hooking his leg as if to pin him, and then began roughly giving him a blow job making him moan more. She gently played with his sack as she went rougher, taking it deeper into her mouth for maximum pleasure. While she blew him faster and rougher, she only ever gently played with the sack. She was confident in her ability to make him cum, but not her ability to avoid accidentally damaging the goods. When he came she took the entire load into her mouth, sat up, and slowly let it drool out to give her breasts a nice semen glaze. She rubbed the semen all over them for good measure, then firmly planted her pussy on his mouth.
“Come on, make your mouth useful.” she giggled.
He then began eating her out, prompting her to moan loudly throwing her head back. The commander routinely uses his tongue for ice cream cones, which makes him exquisitely good at licking her pleasurably. Her favorite technique is a special way he swirls his tongue she’s dubbed the ice cream blitz. He busted it out full force on her as he sucked on her clit making Brooklyn squeal loudly, cumming hard as she grabbed his hair to make him drink all of it. With hand job, blow job, titfuck, and pussy eating out of the way, it was time for the main event. She pulled him to his feet and hit him with a tombstone piledriver, and then mounted his throbbing cock as he moaned.
She licked her lips as she got him in the amazon position and began thrusting her hips wildly. The rush she got seeing him so submissive to her was making her go faster and harder quickly. The way it was throbbing in her made her pussy’s walls clamp down rampantly on it. When he came she wasn’t satisfied, changing position to ride him in a reverse mating press. Every time he came inside her she changed to a new fucking position. He came a total six times inside of her before it was twitching constantly inside her. Panting heavily, she had to stop herself as she remembered a move she denied him last time but promised she’d do next match… the Moonpie Flip.
“I’m going to put you out for the count…” she giggled, getting off him to pull him toward a corner.
She then put him on the top turnbuckle, climbed up after him, and made him stand. Slipping him inside of her again she hugged him tight. She gave him a kiss before back flipping them off the top, landing on top of him doing the splits so his penis slammed into her womb. The resulting ejaculation prompted the commander to moan very loud as he filled her womb to overflowing, a river of semen leaking from their union. Brooklyn came hard too, her mind frying a bit from the force of it. She saw why he wanted her to do this with him now. She hadn’t cum like that since the time he thrust a dildo in her ass while fucking her pussy at the same time. His penis began to soften in her, and she wanted to reward him for doing such a good job pumping into her.
“The official. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9… 10! You earned it...” she counted, raising her fingers with the count.
~ DING DING DING ~
Winner by Pinfall: Brooklyn
“That was amazing… you’re amazing…” the commander panted.
“You’re even more amazing…” Brooklyn smiled, laying down on him.
After Brooklyn confirmed her pregnancy she quickly went to Helena to tell her the news. When they arrived at their usual meeting spot she was blushing a deep red.
“What are you red for? Are you sick?” Brooklyn asked her.
“No, no. I’m pregnant.” Helena giggled.
“What?! I thought I said to wait?!” Brooklyn exclaimed in shock.
“Well. I got Miss Hornet’s advice, and she told me ‘if you want a kid then have one without regrets’. So I pinned my husband down and rode him until he couldn’t go anymore.” Helena giggled, putting her hands on her cheeks.
“If you were going to get knocked up anyway then why even ask for my opinion…?” Brooklyn groaned.
“I had thought you already had a child. Now we can be mothers together.” Helena smiled happily.
“It kind of stings that I couldn’t live up to your expectations of being a mother already…” Brooklyn sobbed.