Please tell me you'd rape my pathetic body

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A low, insistent heat boils within your very blood. With each quickened beat, your heart spreads it. One beat sending a surge of desire, while the next surges trepidation. Your pheromones linger in the air, telling all of your equal parts arousal and fear. It mixes with the scent of candles and lovemaking. You take a deep breath of it before opening your eyes to the sight of the rugged, stalwart mass of bear before you.

But he was only partially the cause of this excitement.

"Let me remind you that this is not some cocksleeve," the husky voice behind you intones. "This is one of my girls. And you will treat her as such."

The bear before you grunts, while the panther matron behind you rubs a velveteen handpaw against your chin. She slides down your bosom, clothed only in sheer cloth, before resting on your flat belly. It looks almost shameful compared to the vigorous bump of her own, but... that would be changing very soon.

"You've worked so hard to get this far, dear, and I am so proud of you. Here, all of our work together will begin to bear fruit. So then, I ask you... are you ready to become a mother?"

You'd always known this day would come. Hell, you signed up for the surrogacy clinic readily -- you'd wanted this for a long time. But there was something different about being on the precipice of it. What once had been a fantasy was now finally becoming a reality.

And you couldn't want it more.

She smiles at your enthusiasm, before tracing those gentle paw pads down to your sex, already dripping. She said the cocktail she'd served you just before would help, but you're still surprised its the wettest you've ever been.

"Then relax and hold on, dear. Momma's here for you."

The first insertion makes you see stars. Your entire body lights up as he parts your lower lips, near as eager as you to see you full of his young. Thankfully, he pushes into you slowly. A vigilant gaze from the matron seems to quell any urge her has to be rougher.

Once fully inside, the bear stops, moving his grasp up from the bed sheets to push one of your legs up and open. Your entire body tenses and relaxes, accustoming itself to the feeling of his sex within yours. An instinct sparks, and doubt tries to occupy your mind. But you've trained for this. The matron had you practice with all sorts of lengths, girths, positions... everything you'd need to become the perfect mother.

"There you go, honey. Just breathe in and out, nice and slow," she encourages, sitting down on the bed just above you. She even models for you, pursing her soft lips to inhale and exhale gentle breaths.

The bear begins to slowly rut, lifting one of your legs for better access. His arms, despite their strength, remain gentle even as they 'force' your body. His length, despite its size, is never too much to handle. The lustful expression on his face paints a clear picture, but he is respectful of you still. Of course he wouldn't want to hurt the mother of his cubs.

It occurs to you, as he fluidly slides in and out of your cunt, that you are not in control here. And that is okay. You can almost hear those words the panther whispered into your ear during orientation. You replay them in your mind, over and over, along with the pattern of your breaths and his thrusts.

"You won't need to worry about anything, baby."

His grip tightens as his pace quickens.

"Momma will take care of you. We'll all take care of you."

He throbs inside you, rubbing against your most sensitive spot.

"So you can be the mother you were always meant to be."

As he draws close to climax, the matron wraps finds your own paw and gingerly squeezes it.

"Oh, so vigorous... his cubs will be strong, I can already tell!"

She leans in closer to you and whispers in that voice that makes all else fade away.

"You'll love the feeling of life inside you, honey. Every day, waking up with a reminder of how special you are. Never a moment without a sign of his gift. And it'll only get bigger and bigger over time... the other girls will be so jealous!"

A soft nuzzle against your own face lets you peer into her eyes. Her beautiful, kind eyes.

"Of course, some days will be harder than others. But we will take care of you. I will take care of you."

She turns to look behind her, just as he tenses and groans, letting go of your leg and grabbing the sheets once again.

"Ah~. Lock your ankles and pull him close, I don't want you to lose a single drop, dear."

You do as she commands. After all, you want to be absolutely sure he impregnates you.

"You're going to look just as beautiful as me."

You want it more than anything in the world.

The bear cums inside you but a few seconds later, hilting and releasing as deep into you as possible. But you're not thinking about him. You're not thinking at all, really. You're staring up at her proud expression as a feeling of euphoria like no other washes over you.

"Welcome to motherhood, dear."

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