Within the next few days, Amazon will release my latest book in the series called The Trials of Anaïs. This one is Part Four: Knot Pregnant. The series is a bit on the darker, more extreme side of pregnancy fetish, but I hope you all enjoy reading it. It includes bondage, lesbian sex, gangbang, and maledom. Here is a free, exclusive preview:
Chapter One: Such a Good Morning
Anaïs woke to feel her Dom’s rigid cock slide into her mouth. Acting on instinct, she sucked him in deeply, taking his cock into her throat as the first waking act of her new day.
Not once in all her years under his protective care had she turned away from her Dom’s cock.
He pumped in and out of her and then she felt him quicken his pace. She ran her tongue over his cock head as he pulled nearly all the way from her mouth. She pressed her tongue into his cock hole, sure that would encourage him. She had a duty to encourage him to use her. She knew every part of her Dom’s cock, knew it with her tongue and mouth and lips.
As his cum surged into her mouth and choked her, she felt something new and different between her legs. Anaïs shuddered in delight as her Dom’s pregnant wife tongued and sucked on Anaïs’s clit.
She knew her Dom and her Dom’s wife were good people to take such fine care of her. They let her share their bed in the ground floor master bedroom. They kept her warm and safe in her quiet basement quarters for these many years. Even now, when Anaïs was between apparent pregnancies and at her least attractive to her Dom and his friends, her Dom and his wife paid attention to her, to her body.
The pregnant wife was the one, wasn’t she, who’d asked the Dom that the basement door be left open day and night so Anaïs could ascend and descend as the pregnant wife desired?
Anaïs spent long hours on the pregnant wife’s bed in the master bedroom servicing the wife’s cunt, tits, and asshole and also, occasionally — rarely — seldom — being tongued and sucked by the pregnant wife. So this morning’s attentions from the wife to Anaïs, to her cunt and clit, made Anaïs feel special.
Even if swallowing her Dom’s cum was not special. The days and nights of Anaïs were constant floods of cum from her Dom and his friends.
Anaïs had already delivered six times under the care and protection of her Dom. To ease her delivery of the sixth burden, her Dom had removed the loop of steel cable from her cunt lips, the loop he’d inserted to keep her fastened to the log house when she ventured outside naked in the winter.
He was kind like that.
After she delivered the sixth time, her Dom inserted a new length of steel rope through the roughly pierced holes in her cunt lips, secured the ends together with a crimp, and gave her a few hours to recover.
Then he and his friends used her again.
She knew he would make her pregnant again soon enough. He’d graciously granted her time to regain her strength after delivering on her basement bed. That delivery, like the others, was marked by her Dom and friends using her asshole, tits, and mouth for their pleasures, even as sweat slid down her face and her burden slipped from her fiery spread cunt.
Her Dom at first gave her a few hours to recover before a small gathering of large-cocked men used her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole for their amusement. They were almost kind to her, almost respectful of the hours of labor she’d endured.
Then her Dom limited her to a few days of his exclusive use. He was intent on making her pregnant again as soon as possible. He fucked her even if her cunt was loose and every thrust of his cock pained her.
This was how Anaïs knew her Dom was a good man, a wise and gentle man.
Other men might have been repelled by Anaïs and her sloppy cunt. Not her Dom. He was willing to fuck her even when her postpartum body was not to his liking.
He was her protection and her punishment. His hand meted out the training she needed. His cock filled her holes, completing her. That is how he explained their relationship to her.
She needed his protection.
She deserved the punishments he inflicted.
Part of protecting her meant keeping his friends at arm’s length. He made sure his many friends who fucked her in those days — those delicate, sensitive days — were almost gentle, even if their massive cocks unintentionally stretched her, pained her, and made her flesh bruise.
And then after days upon days of nearly gentle use, when her Dom told her she was fully recovered, the friends and her Dom returned to their free use of Anaïs.
This was the use Anaïs knew well: the slaps, the rope bindings, the peculiar disciplines and the long hours of sucking cocks and licking balls.
With her Dom’s visits coming every five or six hours and his friends stopping by several times a week to use her cunt — and asshole, mouth, and tits — she would be pregnant again within weeks, her Dom assured her.
Nobody cared that every cock in her bruised and sore cunt brought pain to Anaïs. Her Dom did not care. His friends did not care. Most important, Anaïs did not care.
Or, if she cared, she at least understood the need for her to be bruised and sore and used. She understood how important her pain was to her Dom. The pain was real, but it was hers to give to her Dom in return for his protection.
And in return for feeling his thick cock overpower her.
She was there for the pleasure of men, not for her own pleasure. She knew it. They all knew it. She accepted it.
She sought out their cocks, she fondled them and sucked them and worshiped them. She gagged on them when they filled her throat and she choked on the cum spurting from them and flooding her mouth. She was with her Dom for the sole purpose of worshiping cocks. That was part of her Dom’s explanation to her.
Her Dom didn’t much care whether one of his friends or he himself made her pregnant, so long as she was pregnant and advancing toward those desirable, ephemeral months of her last trimester.
His wide circle of friends — Anaïs felt sure some of them were not quite the Dom’s actual friends — fucked her anytime they wished. But Anaïs realized the men enjoyed her most when she was full, ripe, and waddling.
It was then, from her sixth month on, that they felt their real power over her. It was then that the cocks in her life ruled most over her.
She had no control over her own body and was a fucktoy for them all.
As she should be.
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I've said this many times, but I'll repeat the offer: send me a private message and I will gladly send you an additional excerpt from this or from ANY of my eBooks. This is an exclusive offer to Preggophilia members only!
Chapter One: Such a Good Morning
Anaïs woke to feel her Dom’s rigid cock slide into her mouth. Acting on instinct, she sucked him in deeply, taking his cock into her throat as the first waking act of her new day.
Not once in all her years under his protective care had she turned away from her Dom’s cock.
He pumped in and out of her and then she felt him quicken his pace. She ran her tongue over his cock head as he pulled nearly all the way from her mouth. She pressed her tongue into his cock hole, sure that would encourage him. She had a duty to encourage him to use her. She knew every part of her Dom’s cock, knew it with her tongue and mouth and lips.
As his cum surged into her mouth and choked her, she felt something new and different between her legs. Anaïs shuddered in delight as her Dom’s pregnant wife tongued and sucked on Anaïs’s clit.
She knew her Dom and her Dom’s wife were good people to take such fine care of her. They let her share their bed in the ground floor master bedroom. They kept her warm and safe in her quiet basement quarters for these many years. Even now, when Anaïs was between apparent pregnancies and at her least attractive to her Dom and his friends, her Dom and his wife paid attention to her, to her body.
The pregnant wife was the one, wasn’t she, who’d asked the Dom that the basement door be left open day and night so Anaïs could ascend and descend as the pregnant wife desired?
Anaïs spent long hours on the pregnant wife’s bed in the master bedroom servicing the wife’s cunt, tits, and asshole and also, occasionally — rarely — seldom — being tongued and sucked by the pregnant wife. So this morning’s attentions from the wife to Anaïs, to her cunt and clit, made Anaïs feel special.
Even if swallowing her Dom’s cum was not special. The days and nights of Anaïs were constant floods of cum from her Dom and his friends.
Anaïs had already delivered six times under the care and protection of her Dom. To ease her delivery of the sixth burden, her Dom had removed the loop of steel cable from her cunt lips, the loop he’d inserted to keep her fastened to the log house when she ventured outside naked in the winter.
He was kind like that.
After she delivered the sixth time, her Dom inserted a new length of steel rope through the roughly pierced holes in her cunt lips, secured the ends together with a crimp, and gave her a few hours to recover.
Then he and his friends used her again.
She knew he would make her pregnant again soon enough. He’d graciously granted her time to regain her strength after delivering on her basement bed. That delivery, like the others, was marked by her Dom and friends using her asshole, tits, and mouth for their pleasures, even as sweat slid down her face and her burden slipped from her fiery spread cunt.
Her Dom at first gave her a few hours to recover before a small gathering of large-cocked men used her mouth, her cunt, and her asshole for their amusement. They were almost kind to her, almost respectful of the hours of labor she’d endured.
Then her Dom limited her to a few days of his exclusive use. He was intent on making her pregnant again as soon as possible. He fucked her even if her cunt was loose and every thrust of his cock pained her.
This was how Anaïs knew her Dom was a good man, a wise and gentle man.
Other men might have been repelled by Anaïs and her sloppy cunt. Not her Dom. He was willing to fuck her even when her postpartum body was not to his liking.
He was her protection and her punishment. His hand meted out the training she needed. His cock filled her holes, completing her. That is how he explained their relationship to her.
She needed his protection.
She deserved the punishments he inflicted.
Part of protecting her meant keeping his friends at arm’s length. He made sure his many friends who fucked her in those days — those delicate, sensitive days — were almost gentle, even if their massive cocks unintentionally stretched her, pained her, and made her flesh bruise.
And then after days upon days of nearly gentle use, when her Dom told her she was fully recovered, the friends and her Dom returned to their free use of Anaïs.
This was the use Anaïs knew well: the slaps, the rope bindings, the peculiar disciplines and the long hours of sucking cocks and licking balls.
With her Dom’s visits coming every five or six hours and his friends stopping by several times a week to use her cunt — and asshole, mouth, and tits — she would be pregnant again within weeks, her Dom assured her.
Nobody cared that every cock in her bruised and sore cunt brought pain to Anaïs. Her Dom did not care. His friends did not care. Most important, Anaïs did not care.
Or, if she cared, she at least understood the need for her to be bruised and sore and used. She understood how important her pain was to her Dom. The pain was real, but it was hers to give to her Dom in return for his protection.
And in return for feeling his thick cock overpower her.
She was there for the pleasure of men, not for her own pleasure. She knew it. They all knew it. She accepted it.
She sought out their cocks, she fondled them and sucked them and worshiped them. She gagged on them when they filled her throat and she choked on the cum spurting from them and flooding her mouth. She was with her Dom for the sole purpose of worshiping cocks. That was part of her Dom’s explanation to her.
Her Dom didn’t much care whether one of his friends or he himself made her pregnant, so long as she was pregnant and advancing toward those desirable, ephemeral months of her last trimester.
His wide circle of friends — Anaïs felt sure some of them were not quite the Dom’s actual friends — fucked her anytime they wished. But Anaïs realized the men enjoyed her most when she was full, ripe, and waddling.
It was then, from her sixth month on, that they felt their real power over her. It was then that the cocks in her life ruled most over her.
She had no control over her own body and was a fucktoy for them all.
As she should be.
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I've said this many times, but I'll repeat the offer: send me a private message and I will gladly send you an additional excerpt from this or from ANY of my eBooks. This is an exclusive offer to Preggophilia members only!
