Breeding the Nightmares Away [Soft Dom] [Male Dom] [Female Sub] [Fingering] [Breeding]

It's a cold, blustery morning when I wake up in bed. The early chill tries its best to creep under the covers and I shy away from its caress. Instead, I slip carefully over to your side of the mattress where I know warmth is endless. I drape my hand over your chest and let one of my legs rest across your thigh.

You stir at my arrival. Your hand comes up to run through my hair. I can feel you turn and plant a kiss on my forehead. You already know why I'm there.

"Bad dream, babygirl?" You ask all the same.

I plant my face into your side under your arm and murmur my assent, nodding. I can hear a gentle cooing sound from you as you turn your full attention to me now. Guilt pricks at the back of my mind.

I've woken him up and he has work soon.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'm right here. None of it was real."

Your voice is still so drowsy, but I can hear it clearing as time wears on. You plant another kiss onto my forehead. And then another. Like magic, I settle down. The tension begins to roll away from my neck and shoulders. I relax against you. Only you have this way of calming me down.

"I'm sorry I woke you..." I whisper.

"I'm not." You reply. I feel another kiss, this time on my cheek. Another is gingerly placed onto my nose. And then you reach my lips and I feel what little tension left in my sleepy body release. When you move back, I follow, an involuntary whimper escaping me.

I hear you hum comfortably to yourself. Something twitches between us. Your right hand works its way down to my ass and slips rather easily into my underwear. You let your fingers rest there, feeling the curve of my right cheek.

I'm too short against you to keep your lips locked against mine as you drew back, but you turn yourself gently to face me, hoisting me up by a few inches so I can't hide in the crook of your arm anymore. I don't mind. Not in the slightest. Instead, I've started to press kiss after kiss against you. Feeling a warmth spread from between my legs.

You're not shying away from the attention. You kiss me back. And I feel what little room there was between our bodies disappear as you pull me closer. There's no doubt you're awake now. I can feel your throbbing against my thigh. I'm thankful the room is dark. My cheeks are bright red.

"I'm going to give you something nice to focus on, babygirl." Your voice is like honey. Rich and thick and wonderful. You adjust your position again and I feel your left hand unbutton the top of my nightshirt. Trace down my chest and slip into my underwear. I moan as I feel your fingers trace around my folds and gently rub the area around my clit.

You continue to run your fingers around my labia, running your free hand up and down my ass until, finally you plunge them deep inside me. I gasp and shudder, but you know how I squirm. I feel you adjust your position to keep me in place as you find a rhythm alongside my whimpers and groans. Ripples of pleasure cause me to shudder more than once.

I writhe and and reach for the blankets around us to anchor myself. I'm glad I have. Because your rhythm picks up and I'm panting against you. Trying desperately to control my hips as they try to toss and turn in your grip.

"That's a good girl. Don't fight it. Let it out."

I twitch and whine, feeling your fingers massage deep inside of me. You know my body far too well. My moans grow, I grip onto the covers as much as I can, and arch into a desperate cry as I cum. You slow your rhythm until slipping your hand out from under the covers. I don't need to see them to know they're covered in your handiwork.

"Please..." The words are out before I realize it. But my hips are already turning to face you. Rubbing against you.

"Tell me what you want from me, babygirl." There's something mixed in your voice now. Something deeper and more carnal. It hangs on every syllable and sends a shiver down my spine.

"Please breed me. Please, sir. Please." I whimper.

I've said the words we've both been wanting to hear. And I feel a twitch against my leg. I know you're fully erect. But I want to feel for myself. My fingers slip down your stomach and stop where your hard shaft lays waiting. I run my hand around it a moment, and feel your own fingers meet mine. You take them in yours and kiss them before laying them on my stomach.

In the low light I can see you take off your shorts. Your breathing is so heavy. It permeates the room like a love song I never knew my heart needed to hear. Your right hand slips underneath my back and your left grabs my underwear. Before I realize they're gone, they've already been tossed across the room. I feel you hitch up my legs for a moment and position yourself between them. But you haven't put my lower half down onto the bed again.

Instead, I feel your tongue pass across my clitoris. Plunge in between my folds. I draw in a breath and call out your name over and again. I feel your appetite as you sweep your mouth against me. Finding tender spots that make me moan louder still. Until I'm undone.

"Please. Please. I need you so much. Please. Breed me." I cry.

It doesn't stop you from satisfying your need to taste me. And I writhe and moan until you've settled my lower half back onto the bed.

"Do you want me to breed you, babygirl?" I hear your husky voice from between my legs.

"Please, sir. Please. I need you so badly." I'm all too eager to respond. My mind gnawed by pleasure.

"Tell me, sweetheart."

"Breed me. Please. Breed me. Bree-" I can't finish my last words. They die in my throat as I feel your shaft plunge inside of me. My head rolls back, and I dig at the sheets, searching my lungs for a breath that I continue to hold. And then I feel you pull back and plunge again. Deeper this time. My body providing all the lubrication you'd need to for each heavy thrust.

I melt against the bed and forget the world, focusing only on you. Every push and draw further tying us together. I hear your hot breath atop me. Feel you fall into a rhythm of pleasure that my body is all too happy to comply to. What it was made for.

My lips are parched. I don't hold back a single moan. I squeak and cry out as you use me up. There's no way I could quiet myself. I can't. Not when waves of pleasure continue to wash over me again and again. Your pace quickens. I grip the blankets tight and call out your name. It's all I can muster as you claim me as your own. Taking every last inch as yours.

Your body shudders in release and I drop my head to the side. I feel your groan through my entire body as your weight shifts atop me. Filling me with your seed. I whine deeply and press my legs against you, begging for each and every drop. When, at last, we're both satisfied that you've filled me to the brim, you lean forward and kiss me for what feels like the rest of our lives. I'm all too happy to enjoy the feeling.

You don't pull out. Instead, you position us so that you can stay inside of me. And I can still feel you twitch now and again.

"Thank you, sir." I breathlessly muster.

"Good girl." You murmur between kisses. "Very good."

Try as I might, I can't keep my eyes open for long. It's a spell you weave over me each time. Breeding me and laying me down with your seed. I let my hand run over my skin just below my my belly and imagine my walls covered in your cum. I lean my head against you and drift away, feeling the comfort of your hands tracing over my curves.