Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2013 00:22:20 +0100 (CET)
From: Patrick Summers
Subject: Seeding Hunter part 2
Hunter 2
Unsurprisingly, Aunt Rita vehemently protested the arrangement. "This ain't
what I brought Hunter here for!" She exclaimed, hands on her hips. She'd
dropped by the moment she'd received my message. "He is not some playtoy
you can just discard as soon as you're bored with it, John. That boy is
going to have to make some hard decisions now that he finally conceived
and, sorry to be so blunt, but I don't see you as the nurturing type."
I couldn't help the small grin. Of course, my Aunt was right. Even a few
hours ago, I'd have scoffed at the notion of taking in a pregnant Breeder,
even if the child was mine. Maybe especially if the child was mine, I
thought ruefully.
"John?"
I looked up from where I was sitting on the couch, still clad in the
T-Shirt and sweatpants I'd slept in, my Aunt in the armchair across from
me.
Hunter was standing in the doorway, looking as unsure as he'd had the day
before. He wasn't wearing anything besides the oversized shirt I'd given
him to sleep in, and his slender body was full of tension as he looked back
and forth between us.
"Hey, sweetheart," I murmured gently, almost *feeling* my Aunt raising her
eyebrows. "Why don't you come over here, sit with us a bit?"
The Breeder hesitated, but after a moment of consideration, he walked over
to me. He made to sit down next to me, but before he could, I grabbed him
and pulled him onto my lap. Hunter squeaked in surprise, but smiled when I
wrapped my arms around him and buried my nose in his neck.
My Aunt was watching us intently and I noticed with relief that her
expression had softened a little. "It's like that then, huh?" She said,
leaning back into the chair.
I nodded, even though I knew that the question had been rhetoric. In my
arms, Hunter slowly relaxed, burrowing into my chest. I slipped a hand into
his soft hair, letting the strands glide through my fingers
soothingly. Without any conscious decision on my part, my other hand
wandered down to Hunter's still-flat belly, caressing the place where our
child was now growing.
"How are you feeling, Hunter?"
My Aunt's question pulled Hunter out of the light doze my impromptu massage
had brought on. "Um," he mumbled, clearly a little embarrassed by my
display of affection. "Good?"
I snorted softly, grinning at Hunter when the boy turned his head to look
at me. I gave him an innocent look and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
Aunt Rita was smiling, but she was very serious as she said, "I need a bit
more from you, Hunter. You're still underage and a warden of the Breeder
Centre, and even though the circumstances here are definitively extenuating
ones, I can't just leave you in my nephew's care without being absolutely
sure that you're well taken care of."
"The question," I added, when it was clear that Hunter had no idea what to
say to that, "is a simple one: Do you want to stay here with me, raise this
baby together and be a family? Or would you rather go back to the Centre,
have the baby removed and get on with your life as if it never happened."
Immediately, Hunter was shaking his head, looking pale and frightened all
of a sudden. "No! No, no, no, please don't make me get rid of it! Please,
Miss Rita, I want it, please!"
"Calm down, sweetheart," I murmured, pleased with his vehement denial. I'd
known the boy less than 24 hours, and already I was half in love with
him. And somewhere out there, all the one-night-stands of my life that I'd
shunned the morning after where laughing at me, I thought idly.
"Oh, Hunter," my Aunt said, rising from the chair so that she could lay a
hand on his head. "Nobody will force you to do anything. Are you sure you
want this? It's not going to be easy, and you're still so young."
"I've always wanted a family." His voice was so quiet that I could barely
hear him. "Ever since my parents died..." He shivered a little and I picked
up a throw from the back of the couch and wrapped him in it. "I've always
wanted children and it was so hard for me to endure cycle after cycle
without getting pregnant. But I know now that I was just sort of waiting
for the right man to be with."
I felt warm all over. "Sweet boy," I murmured and kissed him. He tasted
wonderful, like life and ripeness and I moaned a little as he responded to
me with sweet hesitance.
My Aunt snorted. "I see I'm not needed here at the moment. But be sure that
I'll check up on you regularly, John."
Pulling away from Hunter's pliant mouth with some effort, I nodded. "I
wouldn't expect anything else, Aunt Rita."
Watching her go, I turned back to the pregnant boy in my arms and pressed
our lips back together, slipping him some tongue and swallowed his soft
moan. "Come on, let's get you in a nice, warm bath," I said after several
minutes of wet and juicy French kissing, pulling the blanket away with some
reluctance.
"But I'm hungry," Hunter murmured, looking up at me with a little pout.
"Bath first," I ordered gently as I tried to hide the way I
melted. Gathering his slight form in my arms, I carried him into the
bathroom.
After starting the water and checking the temperature, I carefully took off
the shirt Hunter was wearing. Hunter let me do all of the work, thoroughly
enjoying the process of being pampered. As he stood before me, completely
naked, I once again succumbed to the wave of tender arousal that crashed
over me.
Hunter was beautiful, made even more so to me by the knowledge that at this
very moment, my child was growing inside of his belly. I'd always been
fascinated and more than a little turned on by Breeders, by their outward
maleness, even as they nurtured a life in their strong, flat bodies.
"Looks life you're having happy thoughts," Hunter said cheekily, motioning
to the very obvious bulge in my sweatpants.
"They're all about you," I grinned and winked at him.
Hunter blushed and turned away to slip into the water, moaning as the heat
seeped into him. I gulped at the sound, my hard cock drooling a little pre
into the tented pants.
Leaving him to enjoy his bath for a moment, I went into the kitchen and
prepared a small plate and brought it back.
Hunter was lying still, with his eyes closed, breathing softly as he
relaxed in the big tub.
"Open up," I murmured softly, holding a piece of cheese to his lips.
Hunter complied, letting me feed him until the plate was almost empty and
he was making contented little sounds. Grinning, even as I grimaced through
my burning lust for him, I picked up the soap and started washing Hunter's
torso and back, his legs, purposefully ignoring the areas that were showing
the greatest interest in my touches.
Hunter couldn't seem to stop his hips from thrusting up instinctively as I
caressed his inner thighs.
"John," he gasped, looking up at me with want in his eyes.
I was out of my clothes in seconds, urging Hunter to shift forward a bit
and sliding into the bath behind him. The water rose and sloshed over the
sides, but I knew that there was a drain in the floor, so I didn't much
care.
I hissed at the feel of his slight body in my arms, at the way his plump
ass was pressed against my throbbing hardness. The time for teasing was
over and I took hold of Hunter's swollen cock and started tugging at it
with a steady pace, mouthing at his exposed neck as he threw his head back
in pleasure.
Hunter panted helplessly, his hips canting up to meet my hand. "Oh," he
breathed. "Oh!"
"You have no idea what you do to me," I murmured into Hunter's skin, my
cock pressing harder into Hunter's soft ass. "You're so beautiful and
you're all mine."
I sped up my hand and put the other on Hunter's belly, groaning at the feel
of the hardness there that signaled a developing pregnancy.
"I can't wait till you're showing properly. Everyone will be able to see
and they'll know that I did that, that I fucked you good and hard and deep
and planted my seed in you," I whispered straight to Hunter's ear, making
Hunter lose it and come hard, crying out loudly as he throbbed a white
cloud into the cooling water.
I stroked him through the aftershocks and waited for Hunter's breath to
calm, ignoring my own need for the moment. After a few minutes of whimpered
gasps, Hunter reached behind him to bury his fingers into my hair, pulling
me down for a kiss.
"I want to suck you," he breathed against my lips, moving so that his
ass-cheeks were cradling my hardness. As he gently bopped up and down,
buoyed by the water, he stifled my harsh groan with his mouth, before
murmuring, "I want to swallow down your cum, take it into myself like I
took it last night, when you spilled it so deep that my body didn't even
have a choice but take and get pregnant."
I gasped, my arms tightening around him as I fought for control. Where had
that little cock-tease come from and where had my sweet innocent Hunter
gone? Truth was, though, I loved this side of him and was glad that he felt
comfortable enough to let me see the playfulness. "Out," I growled softly,
even as I humped Hunter's ass, already so fucking close. Just a few more
strokesÉ
The little shit gave me a grin and then he grabbed the base of my cock and
*squeezed*! I let out a howl of pure frustration as the move pulled me back
from the brink, but before I could even form words of protest, Hunter had
slipped out of my arms and the bath and was toweling off quickly. "Come
on, Johnny," he teased. He was already hard again.
I was out of the water so fast that the water splashed high. Hunter
shrieked a little as I tried to grab him, still soaking wet as I was.
A moment later, I had him on the bed, wet skin be damned. Once there, I
leaned back though and waved my hands in a `go on' gesture.
Once again the boy surprised me. I didn't even have time to lie down
comfortably before Hunter was on me. He started licking at my cock with all
the enthusiasm of a starved kitten and I groaned at the feel of his soft
tongue gliding over my sensitive tip.
"Oh, fuck," I grunted, maneuvering him between my legs so that I could hold
his head. I stared down at this boy that had changed my life so much in
such a short amount of time. Love burst in my chest, accompanying the lust
that had me throbbing and drooling for him as he gave me an enthusiastic if
clumsy blowjob.
I was a little surprised but loved Hunter's enthusiasm and when he took me
deeper into his soft mouth, slowly and carefully, I petted his hair
approvingly. "That's it, nice and slow. There's no rush," I murmured, going
for patience.
Hunter's hot mouth felt so good around my cock though and I felt myself
harden even more under the tentative suction. I decided to guide Hunter for
the time being and brought both hands to the Breeder's jaw and held him
gently. I slowly started directing Hunter's movement the way I wanted him
to, bobbing his head increasingly faster.
"God, that's so good," I groaned. "Now suck a little bit more, sweetheart."
Hunter obeyed beautifully and I couldn't suppress a moan. "Uhhh, yeah,
you're a natural at this."
Hunter preened at the praise and sucked harder, his movements more certain
now. It still lacked finesse, but already felt so very good.
"Now use your tongue," I panted, my breathing already labored.
Hunter floundered a bit, clearly not sure how to do this, but I just cooed
at him, giving him a few more seconds and then- "Holy shit, that's it!"
It took Hunter a couple of more bobs to figure out how he had done it, but
then he started to massage the edge of my cockhead on every slide up,
digging his tongue into the beginning of the slit and I couldn't stop
moaning. It just felt so damn good.
"Fuck yeah, right there. Good boy, such a good boy for me, that's it, make
me come."
It didn't take long, Hunter's mouth now so hot and tight around me and I
felt my orgasm rush through my groin in a tidal wave and I cursed as my
cock pulsed and I started to shoot hard into Hunter's mouth.
I hunched into him on instinct, leaving him no choice, but Hunter swallowed
my seed beautifully, even licking around the head to get more.
Panting, I fell back on the bed, sweet aftershocks racing through me. "Come
here," I said, pulling Hunter on top of me and giving him a soft
kiss. "That was amazing, sweetheart. Now, I need for you to tell me one
more time that this is what you want, okay? Any doubts and I'll bring you
to the Breeder Centre right away."
To his credit, Hunter actually thought about it for a moment. "No," he said
then, body growing heavy as he relaxed on top of me. "I'm exactly where I
want to be."
"You're only fourteen, though," I argued, playing devil's advocate. "That's
very young to be pregnant and going for a family."
"Thirteen."
I was stunned. "What?"
"I'm thirteen," he repeated drowsily, already half-asleep. "Records are
wrong. But I want babies. Lots of them. Always wanted a big family."
A slow pulse of lust ebbed through me at the idea of impregnating Hunter
over and over. "Good thing I'm rich and virile then," I murmured.
Hunter murmured something and then he started to breathe slow and deep.
My last thought before I dropped off too was, that life was going to be
interesting.