Chapter 27: The Grand Breeding
The silence stretched, thick with the unspoken answer. Ellie looked at me, then at our daughters. Their eyes weren't asking anymore. They were gleaming with a feral, liquid knowledge. The ache was a living thing between all of us, a shared pulse.
“It’s not a question of if,” Mary said, breaking the silence. Her logical tone was a thin veneer over a raw, hungry tremor. “The ovulation window is optimal. Denial causes physiological distress. We have the means.” She gestured vaguely toward the reinforced inner door, the one that led to the pen we’d built in the old compost bay. Behind it, a low, collective groan vibrated through the metal.
Nancy took a shuddering breath, her full lower lip caught between her teeth. “I can’t think straight. It just… burns.”
That was it. The last thread of resistance snapped. I nodded, once, a sharp jerk of my chin. “Get the door.”
Bec and Dee moved with a speed that belied their outlandish proportions. The chains clanked, the heavy bar slid aside, and the reinforced door swung open.
The smell hit us first. Earth, musk, and that faint, electric rot. They stood there, eight of them, shoulder to shoulder in the cramped, earthen space. Their eyes, milk-pale and intent, fixed on us. They had changed, too. The serum, or perhaps the constant, potent feedings, had altered them. Their skin was grayer, tighter over rope-like muscle. And between their legs, their cocks were fully erect, obscenely thick and long, veins standing in stark relief, each tip swollen and glistening with a drop of pre-cum. They were monstrous. Beautiful. Ours.
My original one, the first, locked eyes with me. A low, rattling growl escaped his throat.
“Alright,” Ellie whispered, her voice trembling not with fear, but with anticipation. “One for each of us. You know your pairs.”
It wasn’t a seduction. It was a convergence. A collapse.
The first one lunged for me, his hands – cold, strong – closing around my waist. My back hit the rough plywood wall, the impact shuddering through me. He didn’t kiss. He buried his face in the cleft of my breasts, his nose inhaling deeply before his mouth found my nipple through the thin fabric of my shirt. He sucked, hard, and a gush of milk flooded my chest, soaking the material. “Fuck,” I hissed, my hands tangling in his matted hair.
I heard Ellie gasp as hers pushed her onto the workbench, scattering tools. He ripped her pants down, his fingers immediately finding her soaking slit. “Yes, there, please,” she begged, her cultured voice shattered into pure need.
Across the room, it was a tangle of limbs and noise. Anya’s zombie took her from behind, his hands gripping the monumental swell of her hips. He didn’t bother with fingers. The broad, purple head of his cock pressed against her tight entrance, and with a brutal, possessive thrust, he sheathed himself inside her to the hilt. Anya screamed, a raw, torn sound of ecstasy, her colossal breasts swaying violently as he began to piston into her, each thrust making her enormous ass ripple.
“God, it’s so deep!” Cass wailed. Hers had her on her hands and knees, fucking her with slow, devastating strokes. Her face was a mask of agonized pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pushed back against him, meeting each invasion. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, breed me, breed me!”
My zombie pulled back, his cock springing free, smearing wetness against my stomach. He was huge. Impossibly huge. The head was like a plum, the shaft a veined pillar of iron. He looked at me, and in that milk-eyed gaze, I saw only a reflection of my own desperate hunger.
“Do it,” I snarled, spreading my legs wider, guiding him to me. “Fill me up.”
He plunged.
The stretch was blinding, a searing, perfect agony of expansion. He wasn’t just in my pussy; he was in my cervix, breaching it, the tip shoving into the very mouth of my womb. A choked scream ripped from my throat. Every nerve ending fired. He began to fuck, and each withdrawal was a sweet torment, each brutal re-entry a claim. The slap of his pelvis against mine was a wet, rhythmic thunder in the small space, mingling with the other sounds: the grunts, the slaps of flesh, the high, keening cries of my family.
Ellie was sobbing openly now, her legs wrapped around her zombie’s back as he hammered into her, his balls slapping against her ass. “More, more, I need it all!” she chanted, her artistic mind gone, replaced by a base, animal craving.
Mary’s logical facade had vaporized. Hers had her pinned against the wall, her short hair damp with sweat, her practical mouth open in a continuous, silent scream as he drove into her with mechanical, relentless precision. Her eyes were rolled back in her head.
Nancy’s zombie was whispering to her, guttural, nonsense sounds against her neck as he fucked her missionary, her long curls fanning out beneath her, her huge tits jouncing with every thrust. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, whispering back, “Yes, yes, give me your cum, put a baby in me, please!”
The air grew thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and fertile musk. The single lantern flickered, casting jerking shadows of monstrous cocks plunging into impossibly tight, willing flesh. It was a raw, obscene machine of propagation, and we were all willing, screaming cogs.
My climax built like a tsunami, an unbearable pressure coiling from my gut, fed by the relentless scrape of that massive cock against my deepest walls. My vision swam. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come,” I gasped.
He snarled, a sound of pure triumph, and his pace became frenzied, brutal. That was the trigger. My body shattered. A white-hot detonation of pleasure tore through me, clenching around the invader inside me in wave after convulsing wave. He gave a final, brutal shove, burying himself to the root, and I felt him pulse. A hot, impossible flood erupted deep inside my womb, jet after jet of thick cum painting my innards. It felt like he was inflating me, claiming every inch.
One by one, the others followed. Ellie’s scream peaked as her zombie emptied into her, her body arching off the bench. Dee bucked wildly beneath hers, her mouth in a soundless ‘O’ as she was filled. The shed echoed with the sounds of completion, of guttural male groans and female sobs of overwhelmed release.
Slowly, agonizingly, my zombie pulled out. A gush of warm seed followed, dripping down my thighs. I slumped against the wall, utterly spent, my body humming, my womb achingly, satisfyingly full. I looked around through bleary eyes.
They were all pulling out. Each woman was left gasping, marked, dripping. The eight figures stood back, their cocks still semi-hard, glistening with our mixed fluids. They looked… satisfied. Calmer.
Silence descended, broken only by our ragged breathing. The terrible, ticking ache was gone, replaced by a heavy, liquid fullness.
Ellie turned her head on the workbench, her blonde hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. She looked at me, her eyes soft, dazed. “Amy?”
“Yeah,” I breathed, my voice wrecked.
“It’s done,” Mary stated, her own voice hoarse. She slid down the wall to sit on the floor, her legs splayed, a pool of white already forming beneath her. “Insemination successful. Probability of conception: near one hundred percent.”
Nancy began to laugh, a tired, hysterical little sound that turned into a sob. Anya just smiled, a slow, contented curve of her lips as she rubbed her swollen belly.
I looked at the eight figures, now retreating slowly to their pen. We had done it. We had let them in. We had let them breed us. The relief was profound, a bone-deep satiation.
But as I watched Dee struggle to sit up, a fresh trickle of cum seeping from her, a cold, sharp sliver of logic pierced the post-coital haze. This was just the beginning. In nine months’ time, this reinforced shed would need to hold not just eight of us, but eight more.
And then what?
The lantern flickered once, ominously, and went out, plunging us into a darkness that smelled of sex and imminent growth.