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“Huh. What’s this little icon here?”
Charlie doesn’t look up from his screen. “What little icon?”
Dee flops down next to him on the couch, shoving her phone under his nose. “This little icon on my character profile.” She points with one long, lime green fingernail. “It kinda looks like a pumpkin. Did someone put a pumpkin spell on me?”
Charlie sighs and tears his eyes away from the laptop, focusing instead on Dee’s phone. “Oh!” he says brightly, when he identifies the icon she’s pointing to. “That’s not a pumpkin spell, Dee. That’s the pregnancy trait. Your character’s pregnant!”
“What? Wh– I didn’t know that was even possible.”
“Oh, yeah, it’s possible. There’s all kinds of mechanics for producing heirs, marrying off your daughters to create alliances, even passing down your character’s traits to the next generation. It’s actually pretty sophisticated.”
Dee stares at Charlie, bewildered to hear him speaking so confidently and coherently. He’s managed to figure out so much about the game in less than a day, all without being able to read – and it’s changed him, somehow. Dumb, wide-eyed, eager-to-please Charlie has left the building.
Whoever this new guy is, he makes Dee nervous. She doesn’t hate it, though.
“Okay,” she frowns, tapping through her profile, “but why is my character pregnant all of a sudden? I didn’t choose that.”
“Uh, yeah, you did.” Charlie rolls his eyes. “When you let my character fuck your character.”
The way he says it almost makes her blush. “But – but there wasn’t, like, a button to press to say, yes, I want this to get me pregnant!”
“Is there a button to press for that in real life?”
“Well, no –”
“No! It’s just what happens when you get fucked. My seed has taken root in your tummy. I shouldn’t need to explain this.”
Scrolling through to her profile, Dee yelps in panic. “Oh, no! What the fuck!”
“What?” demands Charlie, more irritated than concerned.
She holds her phone up for him to see. “Look at my stats! My attack, defence, intelligence… what happened? They’re all in the toilet!”
“Be-cause-you-are-preg-nant.” Charlie makes every syllable loud and slow, like he’s talking to a stupid child. “The pregnancy trait comes with a bunch of stat modifiers. To reflect how you’re bad at stuff when you’re full of babies.”
Flustered, Dee scrolls further down her profile. Almost all her stats have taken a huge hit, rendering her character virtually useless in every arena. “This is bullshit, Charlie. Tell me how to get rid of this thing so I can get back to playing the game. I’m trying to gather enough rocks to make myself a diamond necklace, and at this rate it’s gonna take a million years.”
“Whoa, whoa, what?” Charlie puts his hand over her phone, covering the screen, so she has no choice but to look at him. “Get rid of it?”
Dee shrugs. “Yeah, of course. If there’s a mechanic for pregnancy, there must be a mechanic for abortions.”
Charlie’s face is dead serious. “We’re not getting rid of the baby, Dee.”
“But… it’s making my character suck.”
“Your character already sucked,” he says bluntly. “You were contributing nothing before. This is the one way you can actually be useful to me.”
She looks at him in silence for a moment. There’s a weird, uncomfortable feeling somewhere in her insides. “What do you mean, useful?”
He sighs. “I told you. We can pass our traits on to our kids. If you give me a good, strong heir, I get a ton of prestige points. And he can inherit my land, so I can keep playing if my character dies.”
“Huh…”
“Or if it’s a girl, we can sell her for a good trade deal or a peace treaty with another tribe.”
“Hm.” Dee frowns. “I wonder if this game was designed by men.”
“Look, don’t think about it too much, okay? Just try to relax. Stress is bad for the baby.”
“Oh, come on. This is stupid.” Dee yanks her phone free and gets up from the couch. “I’m getting rid of the baby and I’m going back to grinding for my necklace.”
Charlie stabs a finger at her and yells. “You are not getting rid of my baby!”
Dee spreads her arms defiantly and gives him her bitchiest head tilt. “Yes, I am! And if you won’t tell me how, I’ll just figure it out on my own!”
Charlie’s voice rises up to a furious squeak. His little fists are clenched. Dee recognises this guy. “You won’t figure out shit! Because you’re a stupid dumb whore and you suck at this game!”
An hour later, Dee is sprawled on her bed, lost in a nightmare of wiki pages and endless forum threads. There’s so much debate online, and it’s all impossible to navigate on her little smartphone screen – but of course, asking to use her own laptop isn’t exactly an option right now.
Through her research, she’s discovered several methods for in-game abortions, ranging from simple recipes to insanely complicated multi-step exploits. Not a single one of them has worked. She tells herself it’s because the players online are full of shit, not because she’s a stupid dumb whore who sucks at this game. Definitely not that.
Whatever the reason, her character is more pregnant than ever. The little icon – not a pumpkin, she now realises, but a crude representation of a baby bump – is now outlined in red. Even her avatar is showing, making her condition humiliatingly visible to every other player in the game. Her regal dress is stretched to accommodate her huge belly, as well as her ridiculously inflated breasts.
Above all, her stats are getting even worse. It winds Dee up as a matter of principle, besides anything else. She’s been pregnant in real life, and while it definitely made some things harder, it didn’t render her completely helpless for nine months. It certainly didn’t affect her intelligence, for fuck’s sake. This game was definitely designed by men.
For a while, she tries to simply play the game. The diamond necklace, the item on which she’s set her heart, requires a hundred diamonds to craft. And every single diamond requires a hundred ordinary rocks.
After half an hour of dedicated mining, she has exactly six rocks in her inventory.
Finally, Dee gives up and slouches back into the living room. Charlie is exactly where she left him on the couch, bent over the laptop, with his legs tucked underneath him.
For a moment, she’s taken by the thought that he looks cute. Then she notices the plastic bottle of piss on the floor next to him.
Dee grimaces. “Oh, Charlie, no. Oh, that’s gross.”
He doesn’t look up. “Hm?”
“It’s only a few feet to the bathroom. You don’t need to piss in a bottle.”
Charlie glares at his screen, fingers still tapping the keys. “If you’ve come to grovel, you’re not getting off to a very good start.”
“I haven’t come to grovel. I’m just…” Dee sighs and puts a hand on her hip, the other still glued to her phone. “I just wanted to…”
“Yes?”
“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for snapping at you before.”
Charlie pauses and looks up at her. “Well, well, well. So you did come to grovel.”
Dee sighs, embarrassed. “Alright. Let’s not make a huge thing of it.”
“Still want me to kill that unborn baby for you?”
“Um, yeah. I do, actually. Are you…?”
Charlie waves her over. “Come on, then, come on. Let’s take a look.”
Surprised and relieved, Dee hurries over to sit beside him. She sits cross-legged and lays her phone on her knee so they can both see the screen. “Look, my avatar is huge,” she complains. “It might already be too late to get rid of it.”
Charlie shakes his head. “Don’t worry. This kind of thing is really easy, when you know what you’re doing.”
Dee smiles, allowing their knees to bump together gently. “Thanks, Charlie. I really appreciate this.”
“But first,” he says suddenly. “I want you to ask nicely.”
“Um… please abort this baby for me.”
“Nicer than that. Make it pretty.”
Dee doesn’t know exactly what that means. Her feelings of relief are starting to give way to feelings of concern. But she lifts her hands and clasps them together under her chin, making her eyes go big and round. “Please help me, Charlie. I really need you. You’re so smart and good at this game. … You’re my king.”
He shuffles slightly. He looks uncomfortable for a fraction of a second, before taking control again. “And?”
Dee tries to think. “And, uh… I’ll be really, really grateful?”
“Admit that I was right. You couldn’t figure out how to do it on your own.”
This is the kind of shit she would expect from Dennis. Not so much from Charlie. Traditionally, when they’re alone together, Charlie is kind of a nice guy. Or at least, not a vindictive son of a bitch who gets off on humiliating her.
“You were totally right,” Dee echoes. “I tried, but it was really hard and confusing. I can’t do it on my own.”
Charlie motions for her to continue. “Because?”
“Because… I’m bad at the game.”
“You’re a stupid dumb whore who sucks at this game. Say it.”
Dee swallows. “I’m a stupid… dumb whore. Who sucks at this game.”
Charlie’s face breaks into a smile. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
She shakes her head. “Abortion, now, please?”
“Of course.” He nods and picks up her phone. “Oh! Too late!”
“What?”
Still beaming, Charlie holds up the phone to show her. “You gave birth while we were talking.”
“I what?” Dee grabs her phone back and stares. Her pregnancy trait is gone, and her avatar has returned to its former size – though it’s now cradling a small bundle of pink cloth.
“You son of a bitch,” cries Dee. “You never had any intention of giving me an abortion, did you?”
Charlie is absorbed in the laptop again, doing something with complicated menus that Dee’s never even seen before. “Uh, duh! That baby’s a valuable resource. I didn’t get rich by just throwing stuff away.”
“You goddamn son of a bitch! How dare you? I never signed up to be your – your breeding slave! I’m your queen, not a baby factory that you can just knock up whenever –”
“Oh my god, woman,” Charlie yells, “shut your mouth or I will shut it for you!”
Dee feels her teeth click together.
“Look,” says Charlie, much more gently, as he takes hold of her wrist and makes her look at her phone.
On the screen, her avatar has changed again. The pink bundle has gone. Instead, around her neck… Dee gasps. “My diamond necklace?”
Charlie is studying her face, a tiny smile in his eyes. “That is the one you wanted, isn’t it?”
Dee nods. “But how did you get it so quickly? It takes forever to craft this thing!”
“I just traded the baby to some travelling merchants.”
“Oh, my god. That’s dark.”
“Do you like your new trinket?”
Dee looks up at him and smiles. “I do, Charlie. I like it so much. Thank you.”
“I can get more for you, baby. I can get you the whole matching set. I can dress you up in every shiny decoration your frivolous little heart desires.” He holds her eyes and speaks slow, serious. Hypnotic. “But I need you to work with me, okay?”
She feels herself nodding. “Uh-huh…”
“I need you to keep making kids for me. It’s not a hard job. You don’t need good stats. You don’t need to think or even do anything. Just sit there and be pregnant and carry my babies. That sounds nice, doesn’t it?”
She smiles some more. “I guess it doesn’t sound so bad.”
Slowly, he raises a hand to her face. He brushes her cheek with his fingertips, and she lets him. “My queen. You’re gonna be such a good little baby factory.”
Dee can no longer disguise it from herself – whatever the fuck this is, it is turning her on. Not just a little flutter, either. Her cunt is hot and wet, and if Charlie tried to fuck her right now, she would let him do it raw. Fill her up with all his germs and his fucked up little Irish babies.
Jesus Christ, what is wrong with her? She’s so horny it’s making her racist in new ways. She shouldn’t be horny for Charlie at all.
But this guy… this guy isn’t the Charlie she knows. He’s bossy and mean and arrogant, and he makes her feel small and stupid, and she fucking loves it. She loves being his queen. Spoiled and pretty. His human incubator.
“So.” He snaps her out of her reverie by clapping his hands together. “Let’s go.”
“Go?”
“Sex,” Charlie barks, “come on, Dee, keep up. We’ve got to do sex again.”
“Oh.” She shifts slightly, letting the crotch of her jeans rub against the couch cushions. It’s all she can do to suppress a whimper. “But I only just gave birth. Shouldn’t we wait a bit?”
“No! Every minute you’re not pregnant is money I’m not making! Now come on, I’ve sent the request. You just have to accept it. Oh, and try to make it a boy this time, alright? ‘Cause I’ve got to secure my dynasty.”
Dee stares down at her phone screen. The request is there, flashing at her. Consummate again? Charlie is watching her impatiently. She bites her lip and presses Accept.
Consummate again? And again? And again?
Many babies later – hours? Days? Time gets blurry online – Dee is lying on the sofa, alone. Charlie has set up his office in what used to be her bedroom. He doesn't like being disturbed, except when he wants her to bring him energy balls or beer, or to empty his piss bottle.
So she’s out here on her own, drinking, staring stupidly at her constantly pregnant avatar. Because of her lowered stats, she can’t really play the game, but that’s okay. Once in a while, she gives birth, and that’s exciting; then, immediately after, she receives a consummation request from Charlie. She likes looking at the requests, but if she takes more than a second to accept them, he screams at her from his office. So she accepts them as fast as she can. On the next one, she’s going to try to take a screenshot to admire at leisure in her downtime.
Sometimes, if the baby is a healthy boy with good stats and traits, Charlie sends her a gift. Pretty high-heeled shoes. Diamond earrings to match her necklace. A golden pine marten to perch on her shoulder. When he buys her things, she feels so loved and cared for.
When he doesn’t buy her things, she feels ashamed for letting him down, and she vows to do better next time. She tries googling ways to improve her pregnancy outcomes, but just ends up getting overwhelmed and confused again. It really is easier when she doesn’t try to think. Charlie does the thinking for her, now.
She’s been awake for god knows how long, staring at her avatar so much that the lines of reality are beginning to blur. Sometimes she feels like she really is ZingingCutie44, reclining on the luxurious four-poster in their post-apocalyptic palace, instead of her own dirty couch. Instead of waiting for a notification, she’s waiting for her king to return from battle and fuck another baby into her.
Dee takes another sip of beer and, without really thinking, moves up onto her knees. Pure animal instinct bends her over so that her face is buried in the arm of the couch, her ass sticking up in the air. She puts a cushion between her legs and starts rutting against it, moaning quietly at the friction through her jeans.
“Dee!”
Her underwear is wet and filthy, and about to get even filthier. She hasn’t changed it once since she first started playing the game. Stuff like that doesn’t matter anymore. She’s on another plane – another dimension.
In her mind, Charlie’s behind her. Thick arms and his small, calloused hands roaming all over her, fondling her breasts, feeling up her hips. She’s so wet and ready that he slides into her easily, a single smooth thrust, no resistance. No resistance. No words. She lets him take her body and fuck it and use it and breed it and fill it up.
“Dee!”
She grunts as she humps the cushion, pleasure building every time it rubs against her clit. The pulsing turns to a steady hum. She’s getting close, so fucking close. She’s gonna come, fuck, she’s gonna come on his cock. She can feel herself swelling. Her belly getting round and heavy. Her breasts getting huge and fat and full of milk.
“Give it to me, Charlie,” she mumbles, words swallowed by the couch. “Oh, fuck, make me have your baby… I’m your little breeding bitch…”
“Dee! Get in here now before I lose my shit!”
“Urgh!” Dee jumps up from the couch, hurling the cushion to the floor. Her heart is pounding and her hair is stuck to her face with sweat. Her cunt is slick and throbbing with frustrated arousal.
She takes a moment to push her hair back, trying to smooth it down a little. It’s all greasy and tangled. Then she stuffs her phone in her back pocket, grabs a beer and the bowl of energy balls, and heads into the office.
“Hey, honey,” she says, a sweet smile plastered on her face. “I’m so sorry to keep you waiting.”
Charlie is lying on his back on the bed, laptop balanced on his chest, inches from his face. His grey t-shirt has ridden up, exposing his belly, which is poking out over his jeans. For a man who mostly eats trash, he sure is chubby these days. Must be all the beer. And middle age.
He looks fucking gorgeous.
“There you are, finally!” He glances up. “Whoa, you look all red and slippery. What happened? Wait – I don’t care. Beer, energy balls.”
He snaps his fingers at her, and she dutifully sits down on the edge of the bed beside him. She opens up the beer and puts it in his hand, then pops an energy ball into his mouth.
While he eats and washes it down with the beer, Dee watches, quietly. He likes her to be quiet. She bites her lip and presses her thighs together as hard as she can, desperate to relieve the ache in her cunt. The only thing in her mind is Charlie’s cock, and it’s so close – so close she could just reach out and grab it.
She’s pleased to note that he’s not placed the laptop anywhere near his nuts. Should be better for his swimmers this way, so she’s heard. More swimmers means more babies for her to bear.
Fucking Christ, thinks the tiny part of Dee’s brain that’s still vaguely connected to reality. This is insane. I have actually gone medically insane. I need someone to shoot me in the back of the head.
“Right,” says Charlie, eyes slightly manic, once he’s finished refuelling. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“Oh?” Dee sits up straighter, hoping the state she’s in is not too obvious.
Apparently it’s not, or at least, Charlie isn’t paying her enough attention to notice. “I sent you a new item,” he says. “Have you used it yet?”
“Oh…” Dee takes out her phone and taps through to her incoming items. “Ah, yeah,” she frowns, “I saw that. But I didn’t know what it was, and it doesn’t look pretty or shiny, so I ignored it. I’d rather have stuff that goes with the rest of my outfit, you know?”
“It’s not…” Charlie closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath, as if he’s suppressing an outburst. When he speaks again, his voice is a little more level. “It’s not for you to wear, you dumb bitch. It’s a potion. You have to drink it.”
“Why?” Dee’s eyes narrow. “What’s it do?”
“Do you need to ask so many questions?” Charlie demands. “Just trust me. It’s for your own good, and the good of the tribe. So drink it.”
Dee feels her head get pleasantly fuzzy as she allows his orders to replace her own thoughts. She doesn’t need to ask questions. She just needs to do as she’s told. Her clit practically screams as she casually taps on the potion and selects the option to drink it, without even reading its name or description.
There’s no visible change to her avatar. She still looks just as pretty and glamorous and pregnant as before. It’s only on swiping through to her stats that Dee notices a figure that definitely wasn’t there before.
Fertility — 110%
Dee looks up from her phone. “Was that a fertility potion?”
“Uh-huh.” Charlie is busy on the laptop again. “I just increased my chances of getting twins out of you by ten percent.”
“Wait, really?”
“Damn straight. And I’m boosting it even higher as soon as I can craft more potions, so look out for those in your inbox.”
“I didn’t even know there were twins in this game.”
“Of course you didn’t,” Charlie snaps, “because you don’t know anything. Your brain is an empty vessel unless I put something in it. Now, get out of my face. I’m working.”
Dee starts to obey, then hesitates. Her wide-on pulls her back onto the bed. “You know,” she says, conversationally, “I’m a twin.”
“Uh-huh,” Charlie mutters, clearly not listening.
“And I read once, somewhere, that the chances of that happening – it’s genetic. You can, like, inherit the gene for having twins. I probably inherited it from my mom.”
Charlie stops gaming and glances up at her, a frown on his soft little mouth.
“What I mean is.” Dee draws circles on the bed with her finger. “If I have a fertility stat in real life, then it’s probably already higher than an average person.”
After a pause, Charlie says, “But I don’t need to breed you in real life.”
After another, even longer pause, Dee says, “But you could. If you wanted to.”
“I guess I could.”
“I wouldn’t fight back.”
Charlie seems to consider this, surprisingly carefully. Then, keeping his eyes fixed on Dee, he slowly sets the laptop aside and pushes himself up into a sitting position.
He starts unfastening his jeans.
Dee moves with much more urgency. She still needs to come, as soon as possible, or it might just be the death of her. Struggling with her long nails, she manages to strip off her jeans and her horrible, sodden underwear. She abandons both on the floor as she crawls onto the bed.
“You’re such a slut,” says Charlie, sounding excited and disgusted at the same time.
“Yeah,” Dee grins, “what else? Tell me.” She kneels in front of him, on all fours, just like in her fantasy. Presenting her dripping cunt for him to take from behind.
“You’re a spoiled brat. All you do is sit around while I do all the hard work.”
“But I carry your children.”
“That’s the least you can do, in exchange for me taking care of you so good.”
Dee whines and wiggles her ass. “Are you gonna breed me or not?”
Charlie gives her a single spank. The palm of his hand is rough and sweaty. “Shut up. Stay still. If this is gonna work, I need to do something.”
“Do what?”
Even as she asks the question, Dee feels something heavy being placed on her back. She tries to glance over her shoulder. “What the…? Is that the laptop?”
“I can’t leave the game unattended,” Charlie tells her, as if this is the most obvious thing in the world, and she is an idiot for not realising it. “I am gonna fuck you, but I need you to keep your body level and still, so I can keep gaming.”
Dee laughs in astonishment. “That is the most…”
“Hey,” Charlie snaps, “I’m working hard to provide for you and our offspring, remember? Do you want me to buy you nice things or not?”
Cowed, Dee says, “I do…”
“What’s that?”
“I said, I do want you to buy me nice things. Please, Charlie.”
“Alright, then.” Charlie puts one hand on Dee’s hip, the other guiding his cock between her legs.
She can feel it sliding clumsily in the slick around her cunt. He doesn’t get to do this very often, she realises. Still got teenage levels of expertise. Carefully keeping her body level, she reaches back and grips his cock for him, guiding it right to her entrance. “Come on,” she grunts, “I need you inside me.”
By way of answer, Charlie pushes forwards and enters her up to the hilt. One thrust, no resistance, just like she wanted. His cock is thick and it stretches her wide open, filling her up completely. Dee feels her inner walls clench and spasm, as the pent-up arousal spills over all at once, and she comes immediately. Hard. “Oh, fuck!”
“Oh my god,” Charlie groans, “you’re such a slut.”
“Just fuck me,” Dee yells, bracing her hands on the mattress. “Fuck me, you fucking son of a bitch!”
And he does. While he pounds her from behind, she grits her teeth and struggles to remain a flat surface for the laptop. It’s even harder than she expected; the laptop is heavy, and hot, and its edges are sharp. She worries it might burn her even through the material of her t-shirt.
She can hear Charlie clicking and typing away while he fucks her. It is – and this is a very, very high bar – one of the most degrading and humiliating experiences of her life. Like she’s not even a person, just another task he’s crossing off his list, while getting on with more important matters.
It shouldn’t be sexy, but it really, really is. She feels like an accessory or a piece of equipment. She moans as his cock thrusts into her again and again.
“Hey,” says Charlie, his voice sounding breathless but oddly casual. “How’s it going?”
“Really good,” Dee pants, but she gets another slap for her trouble.
“Right, yeah,” says Charlie, “no, I’m okay. No, it’s not a bad time.”
After a moment of confusion, Dee realises with horror that Charlie is taking a call. He’s talking on his headset to one of his friends in the game. Right now. While he’s fucking her.
Oh, god. Dee bites her hand to suppress the noises that are trying to escape from her throat. To her astonishment, Charlie seems to be carrying on his conversation almost normally – well, normally for him. He keeps pausing in the middle of sentences to catch his breath, but otherwise, he doesn’t seem thrown off at all.
“I get that, Akio, but you have… to think of my position. If I make an exception… for you, I have to make an… exception for everyone, huh?”
Dee whimpers, desperate not to make some pornographic noise for this complete stranger to hear down the line. Charlie just keeps talking and fucking her, his thrusts growing more aggressive along with his tone of voice.
“Don’t try to… fuck me around on this, buddy. I’ll get those seeds… whether you hand them over willingly… or not. Remember that I have the power… to crush you… whenever I want to.”
Hearing him act like such a bully only makes it harder to stay quiet. That’s her little tyrant, she thinks, glowing with pride and arousal and, yes, love.
“That’s more like it,” Charlie growls into the headset. “When can I expect… huff… the first shipment?”
Dee can’t hold it in anymore. She moans, long and loud. It almost sounds as if she were faking it, only it’s one hundred percent genuine and involuntary. She hears the conversation grind to an awkward halt, and Charlie stops fucking for a moment, going still inside her.
“Sorry about that,” Charlie grunts when he’s recovered, and starts pumping his hips again. “Yeah… yeah. I can multitask, man. No… she just does what I say. No… I dunno how they think either, but who cares.”
Dee’s arms tremble. The weight of the laptop is becoming too much. She has an awful vision of her spine all bent out of alignment, five more years in a back brace. Imagine explaining that to a physiotherapist.
Finally, her elbows give way, and she collapses onto the mattress. The laptop flies forward and nearly hits her on the back of the head; fortunately, Charlie grabs it just in time. She hears him slam it shut in frustration and toss it down on the bed beside him. “What the fuck, Dee?” he yells.
“I’m sorry,” she groans, “I just couldn’t do it anymore.”
“I was in the middle of a business call!”
“I know, baby…”
“You are such an airhead slut! You’re useless!” He fucks her harder, angry. Both his hands now tightly grasping her waist, pulling her back onto his cock.
“I know, baby,” Dee repeats, grinning as she feels herself building up towards a second orgasm.
Charlie’s fingertips dig into her bony hips and his thumbs press into the flesh of her buttocks. She keeps getting smacked by the little beer gut she noticed earlier. She thinks that if he fucked her from on top, angled just right, his flab would rub up against her clit with every thrust. Something to consider, next time.
No, no. There’s no next time.
Ah, but then again…
“Hey,” Charlie pants, and he’s definitely addressing her this time. “Could you, like… actually get pregnant from this?”
Dee laughs breathlessly. “Oh, yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, I don’t do birth control. If you’re normal down there, this could be happening right now.”
“Oh, fuck,” Charlie gasps, without slowing down at all.
Dee arches her back. “I hope we do. I wanna give you a baby, Charlie.”
“I’d like that,” he confesses. “I wanna see you pregnant again. Only, only I wanna know it was me that did it to you.”
“Yes, that’s…”
“I want everyone to know,” he interrupts. “I want Frank and Dennis and Mac to know that I fucked you and put a baby in you. I’m gonna tell everyone who walks in the bar, and everyone in the game… and everyone in Philadelphia that I fucked you. And you didn’t make me use a condom, and I knocked you up, and they’ll be able to see it’s true… ‘cause you’ll be fucking pregnant.”
Dee’s absurd fingernails claw holes in the sheet. “I’ll be a stupid pregnant whore.”
“You’ll be my stupid pregnant whore.”
“And what about after it’s born, Charlie?”
“Then I want another one. Or… or twins. You promised me… twins.”
“I’ll give you twins,” she moans, “I’ll give you as many as you want. Just give them to me, Charlie. Just fill me up, come on! Breed me!”
And after a few more rough, messy thrusts, that’s exactly what he does. He grunts and paws at her hips, and she can feel his come filling her up, and there is something purely animal about it. Neither one of them is fully human, she thinks. Not in this moment, and maybe not ever.
His cock slips out of her. She reaches down, gingerly, to feel her opening. It’s dripping with her own fluids – and with his.
She just got bred by Charlie.
Not in the game. Not in her jerkoff fantasies. In real, actual, real life.
When she turns around, he is staring at her, his flaccid cock lying sadly between his legs. His eyes are wide and his hair’s all in disarray. He does not look like the Charlie she has come to know while playing the game. He looks like the real Charlie – clueless, and lost, and staring at her for some kind of direction.
“What did we do, Dee?”
There’s no popup to say Are you sure? No save to restore, no button to press.
Oh…
Oh, goddammit.
OH, GODDAMMIT.