Missy's Breeding (The Hills Have Eyes 2 story) (Excerpt - Enticement)

Hades was particularly vigorous that day, fucking her again and again without tiring. He fucked her repeatedly, in every position, and after ejaculating inside her he did not lose his erection before fucking her again.

Missy by now had lost count of how many times he’d spurted his babymaking gunk inside her during this session alone. She felt a warm, slushy sensation inside her from the gallon of mutant cum he’d emptied inside her, her vaginal canal was utterly swamped with it. Like he’d done days earlier, he’d even managed to pop the cockhead past her cervix and belch out another fat load of creamy spunk directly into her womb, ensuring that it was drenched as well. 

She knew she was probably pregnant by now. With how often he was ejaculating inside her, it was all but a guarantee, unless by some chance these mutants had a low sperm count due to their mutation. Nevertheless, she hadn’t missed her period. Not yet, anyway. And it wouldn’t stop Hades from keeping up his efforts anyway.

Over the subsequent days since her capture whilst she and Hades were fucking like rabbits, she had seen fewer and fewer of Hades’ clanmates and kin. Judging from the frustrated bouts of anger that she’d noted from Hades himself, she deduced that her comrades in arms had disposed of most of the rest of Hades’ clan. In a weird way, she could sympathize with him - those had been his family, after all, even if he had not exactly been a benevolent patriarch. Surprisingly, he had taken none of this out on her, despite the fact that her friends had been responsible for the near-destruction of his clan. If anything this only emboldened him to keep fucking her, since her being bred was more essential now than ever before. 

Missy herself had reached something of an epiphany as well, even as her calming presence and consent to be bred had seemingly made Hades somewhat more docile. She had decided that she did not want to witness an inevitable confrontation between her surviving squadmates, and Papa Hades himself. Either they would kill him, or he would kill them. And she did not want to see that happen anymore. 

And so, after some convincing, Hades had allowed her to hand off her bloodied dogtags to Hansel - the only other mutant that she still saw fairly frequently aside from Hades himself. The gentle giant had taken the dogtags as instructed by Missy, and then went to go find her remaining friends. 

Missy watched from one of the mutants’ hidey-holes from a distance as Napoleon and Amber - evidently the only two squadmates of hers that had survived their encounter with the mutant clan - were escorted out of the mine by Hansel. Missy frowned; she saw Amber sobbing, having evidently received the news of Missy’s “death”, while Napoleon hugged her and consoled her. They continued on, clinging close to each other, before they were gone. She watched Hansel return with some sort of keepsake of Amber’s - perhaps a gift that she had given him to ensure that he allowed them to leave in peace. 

As she watched, Hansel brought the piece of cloth up to his mutilated nose, giving it a sniff. Wait…were those Amber’s…? Missy shook his head. No…it couldn’t be. Her sordid activities with Hades were now making her imagine things, surely. 

Knowing that her two friends were safe, Missy breathed a sigh of relief as she returned to Hades. She opened the door and saw him waiting for her, grinning a grotesque smile at her. He seemed pleased that he no longer had to worry about her friends hounding him, so he could just enjoy breeding her freely. 

Hades watched with surprise and fascination as his latina “bride” got down on her knees and crawled over to him as she sat in his chair. She could already see a considerable tent in his tatted trousers. She rubbed his hands up and down his inner thighs, and he spread his legs open to give her more room to work. 

“Just you and me, alone now, big guy,” Missy said seductively with a wink. Her fingers unzipped his fly, drawing out her favorite toy. The moment it sprung out, a spurt of precum hit her in the cheek as she let out a gasp of delight. 

“There it is,” Missy purred, wrapping two hands around it, leaning down and letting a strand of spit drip from her mouth and fall onto his cockhead. It practically was big enough to require a two-handed grip anyway. With her spit as lube, her hands firmly stroked his shaft with gentle yet firm wringing motions as she heard his raspy breath hitching up a notch as she gave him a preparatory handjob. “Your horse dick makes me a very happy little fucktoy, papa, you know that?” He was grinning, but said nothing. Her words were evidently enough to do the trick of turning him on, even for a simple mutated man like him. 

After a bit of stroking, she stopped, looking back up into his face. “I’m going to do something none of the others have ever done for you. You’re going to like it,” she said with a smile. He said nothing, but also made no move to stop her either. He trusted her enough by now to let her dictate the pace once in a while. 

Gripping his bumpy bitch-splitter at its base, Missy lowered her head down, snaking her tongue out to dab it against his cockhead. She inwardly chuckled when she felt a shudder run through his burly body as he felt her tongue on his sensitive glans. Feeling braver, Missy curled her tongue around his cockhead, lavishing it in her saliva while she collected the bead of precum that was bubbling from the tip. It was salty - even saltier than a regular man’s, which somehow seemed only fitting.