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Today, he said he wanted my ass. I got aroused with how humiliating it is to shower my insides so that you can safely plant your seed there. Today, it hurted more than usual, that got me moaning and begging him to fill my ass with his cum. The feeling of my insides getting in the shape of his dick, only to be drowned in thick jizz while he told me to say my real name. I didn't even want to pretend anymore, I just want to be his cumdump of a wife. There's a few days when I spotted what seemed like nidation blood and asked him for a test. He denied, saying it wasn't necessary and we could just wait for my belly to show. He also asked me to stop T so my titties will grow. He became OBSESSED with me breastfeeding him (men are all about instinct. Being gay doesn't matter, he knows he needs to breed fertile females and know my milk and titties as for him and his offspring to feed off). I told him I would be down to taking lactation supplements and that alone would make my boobs grow. But he insisted that I should stop T, and even made me promise to stop (wich I did, telling him it was just for a while). I asked him now if he would start wearing condoms if I decided to remove the IUD on my next appointment, the 28th of this month. I'm still waiting for his reply.

I am so tempted to give in to my desires... I know he wouldn't be able to hold himself. I know he would impregnate me right away, happy to be the one drinking my milk and ruining my mastectomy and HRT until baby comes over and make me forget all about this gender thing

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LINEAGE (PART ELEVEN)

"You're off your game, Bill," Todd Fiedler said as my drive went far left of the fairway.

My doctor, neighbor and confidante was now fully middle aged and now that he'd started up Crossfit, he was starting to get some major DILF looks. I had only two non-Drake men I was close to, Todd and the pilot dad Doug Newcomb. I had to think it was because they were incest dads, too.

I cursed and put my club back in my bag. "I'm a little distracted, I guess."

Junior looked over at me with a smirk when he heard me say that. He had been watching Todd's youngest son Sam get ready to tee off.

Todd seemed to catch onto something. "Are you two...?"

I gave Junior a look to silently ask him. My son nodded.

"We've been keeping it under wraps, Todd, but Junior and I have our first date night tonight."

That got a surprised smile from Fiedler. "Yeah?" He looked over at Junior. "You excited, Junior?"

"Yes, sir," Junior smiled. "Kind of dream come true, really." He blushed as he said this, though. I realized that like me he was dying to tell people, to not have it be a secret.

"Sorry I didn't tell you before, Todd," I said.

"Tell him what?" Sam asked as he walked back to his golf bag. We hadn't even watched his drive.

"Bill and Junior are dating," Todd announced.

"Way cool," Sam said with a smile.

"Wait..." I said, putting two and two together.

Todd placed his arm around Sam's meaty shoulder. "We're still figuring stuff out..."

Sam got a playful smirk and said, point blank, "Dad won't let me do anal yet."

"Sam!" Todd exclaimed. It was funny to see him be the shyer one, but I could see the Fiedlers' directness in talking about their sex life had rubbed off on their youngest son.

Sam was undaunted. "Come on, Dad.. we can trust the Drakes with this shit."

I looked over. Junior was eating this up. Amused and also enjoying the open talk.

"You can, Dr. Fiedler. I mean, I know you and Dad talk everything."

Todd smiled and looked at me. "Well, I respect that some things between father and son need to be private. But, yes, it's very nice to have a sympathetic family to share with."

The air was cleared that day. Todd and I no longer felt the need to for the private conversations, and that afternoon, I talked openly with him about Braden's fertility pills and the chance for multiples while taking them.

And Todd talked about the pills his dad often took. "We call 'em the Fountain of Youth," he said with a chuckle. "Low dose cialis, low-level testosterone booster, and some supplements for semen production."

I could see Sam's face grin as he listened to his Dad talk about his granddad's sex life. "Lets you get it on two, three times a night, even at his age. Only drawback is it brings the sperm count way down... I mean, the sperm production stays the same but with a lot more cum it's way less effective. So you don't want to go on that pill when you're trying to breed."

"I'm good without the Fountain of Youth, Todd," I said with a proud smile. I had a healthy sex drive and between Braden's full-heat mode and this thing with Junior I was very horny lately.

"It would be fun, Dad," Junior chimed in, playfully giving a smirk of his own. He was 18 and had a crazy sex drive, and I could tell he was imagining my increased libido.

Sam laughed.

It was funny. But I kept my poker face on. "We'll discuss this over date night, young man."

***

I had a garment bag hanging in the back seat of the SUV, with my and Junior's nicer clothes for the night. He was a little quiet as we got in and drove our way to the highway leading into the city.

I patted his knee. "You OK, buddy?"

He nodded, quietly. "Yeah, Dad. I just can't believe it's happening."

I shot a quick look over. "But you're OK with this, right? We don't have to..."

Junior interrupted. "Oh yes we have to," he said and we both laughed.

I could tell he was hesitating to be serious, but finally he said, "I guess I'm young and don't know what I'm doing."

I got a little quiet. "I thought you'd had experience before. I mean, you said..."

He nodded. "That's just sex, Dad. Can I speak freely?"

"Of course."

"I guess until lately, I thought I was one of those guys who just loved fucking or getting my cock sucked."

Just hearing Junior talk so bluntly was getting my dick hard as I drove, but then again I'd been boning up on and off all day. "That's very fun, Son."

He laughed. "Yeah." Then. "Dad... you ever regret settling down with Daddy?"

"Course not," I said. "Why do you ask?"

He shrugged. "I didn't know if you felt the need to fuck other guys."

I paused and weighed whether I should tell Junior. But I figured if I was going on a date with my son, I should be honest with him. "Your Daddy and I... we occasionally play with others. I guess that's our way of having a little extra fun in a serious marriage."

"Beside me?"

"Besides you, son."

That made Junior smile, I could tell even in my peripheral vision. "Very hot." Then I could tell he was trying to figure out. "The Fiedlers?"

I shook my head. "No, they never seemed open to playing that way. Though Todd knows more about my sex life than anyone other than your Daddy." I heard Junior start to ask another name, probably the Connors, but I stopped him. "I'm not playing twenty questions with this, OK?"

"OK, Dad." A little admonished, but I think it was just the curiosity getting to him.

I have another pat to his leg, and this time did not remove my hand. "So... my son's a player, huh?"

"Maybe," he said. "I don't know. I enjoy that for sure... but with you, Dad... if you wanted me to, I'd cut out the other guys."

I gulped. "We'll figure that out, kiddo. For now, let's just enjoy the fun dating stage, OK?"

"Sure, Dad," he said. "I almost made that rule number 7 but figured we should talk about that first."

I nodded. I realized I didn't know my son's experience level. "How many other guys we talking about?"

"Three regular. But I've gotten a bunch of blowjobs, kind of anonymous, you know?" Damn, Junior had done some growing up, real fast. "You mad at me?" he asked.

"You're your own man, Junior. I want you to be careful, and yeah, I'm gonna lecture you from time to time. But sex is a natural part of life." Then, as I made the turn off into the city, I had so ask. "So, Junior... what have you done sexually with these men?"

"Only fucking. And getting head, though I've sucked one other guy besides you and Daddy." I could tell it was still a thrill for Junior to talk openly and crudely about sex with me.

"You're wearing protection right?"

"For fucking, yeah... that condom fund, remember?" he said, lightheartedly.

"Yep, the condom fund. Just making sure it's going to its intended use."

"Definitely," Junior said with a proud tone in his voice. "Found out they're cheaper in the 36 box," he smirked.

Junior and I shared a sense of humor and I had to laugh. "You're bragging," I teased back.

"A little, yeah," he said.

"Your dad can brag, too," I said back.

"Yeah?" he asked.

I reached down to rearrange my boner in my shorts, the other hand on the steering wheel. "I've not worn a rubber in twenty years."

"Hot," Junior said. I could sense him adjusting his crotch, too. "I can't fucking wait to bareback."

"Just be responsible, Junior. I mean it." Easy Bill, I thought. Going too hard into Dad mode will kill date night. But I still wasn't fully convinced of Junior's maturity level here.

"I know, Dad," he said softly. Then, "Thanks for being cool about all this."

I looked over. Bill Jr. really was a special young man. Brade and I had raised him right and now I was reaping the reward. "Thanks for being my arm candy for date night, Son."

That got a pleased laugh from him. "Sure thing. I mean, I got a really hot Dad, so I think I'm the lucky one."

I drove to the hotel first and gave the valet the keys while Junior and I got our overnight bags and the garment bag.

He had an excited smile after we checked in and rode the elevator up to the room. "Are we good, Dad?" he asked. "I worried the killed the mood just now. Talking about other men."

"Nonsense," I said, with a flirtatious smile beneath my ball cap. "I want us to get to know each other more this weekend, Junior. Not just as father and son. OK?"

"Sounds amazing," he said, then lowering his voice, he added, "I'm hard as fuck."

"You're getting me there, too, kiddo," I growled.

I hadn't been sure how date night would play out. I'd initially thought we'd drop our stuff off, get showered and changed and then head to the restaurant. But as we stepped into our room, we set down the bags and immediately stepped toward one another. I gripped Junior's cap off his head and tossed it aside, and he did the same to mine. Our heights were exactly matched and it felt magnificent to kiss that way.

We were worked up and yet not completely rushing it. I felt up Junior's warm body beneath his polo golf shirt and he did the same to me.

I finally pulled back and patted his chest, taking the occasion to feel how hard and developed his leaner, teen pectoral muscle was becoming. "I hope you don't mind when your Dad lectures you."

"Not at all, Dad," Junior smirked. "You still lecture Daddy?"

"Sometimes," I grinned. "Not that much."

"Rule number 6, right?" he smiled. The rule about never being too old to be lectured.

"Rule number 6," I said, leaning in for a quick peck. Here goes, I thought. "Well, I wonder what your thoughts are on getting some kissing lessons tonight and tomorrow."

As predicted a worry swept over his face. "I'm not doing it good, am I?"

I massaged his arm. "You're doing it great, kiddo. You kiss like an 18 year old, and that's hot as fuck. But maybe I can coach you in some other speeds."

That made Junior smile. "I'd like that, Dad. I want you to teach me everything."

I smiled back. "There's another thing. Your Daddy and I..." I stopped myself. "No, I'm not gonna make it about your Daddy. Let's just say I get really into talking during sex."

Junior had seen a little of this, but I had held back before. And we rarely had the chance to fully explore.

I wanted to reassure him. "If you're up for it, that is. We don't have to."

"I'm game to try, Dad. What kind of talking?"

I moved my hands over his shoulders and down his arms again. Sensual, seductive. "About incest. The fact you're my son, and I'm your dad."

That got a positive reaction. "And you're my granddad, too."

"I'm on date night with my grandson," I said back, lust rising in my voice.

"Dad.... is it against the rules of date night to have sex first?"

I shook my head. "Not in the Drake household."

"I'm fucking glad I'm a Drake."

"I'm fucking glad you are, too, buddy."

We kissed, and I could sense Junior trying to go softer at it, to mix it up.

I pulled back. "I want you to suck your father's cock, Junior."

He nodded. "God, yes."

I walked us back and guided Junior to the edge of the bed. I undid my shorts and it didn't take me long to haul out my thick, long hardon. Nor for Junior to lean forward to taste it.

"This made you, Junior. This cock sired you."

"Oh God, yeah," Junior hissed as he licked up and down my shaft. I could tell he was getting into this. "Perfect fucking cock on my dad."

"Nineteen years ago... I fucked your Daddy."

I worried I was going too far, but Junior looked up at me with wide-eyed excitement. "You made me that night, Dad?"

"I made you that night, Son. Most magical sex I've ever had. My first incest kid."

"Shit," Junior hissed. He took me into his mouth and bobbed up and down. Excited to suck me, but I knew he was even more turned on by talking about this. So when he pulled off he looked back up at me and growled, his teen voice surprisingly deeper in lust. "What position did you fuck him in... when you made me?"

"Missionary," I said. While some parts of me and Brade's relationship would remain between us, I felt that date night was an occasion to share more with Junior. "Your Daddy prefers it face to face."

Junior smiled. "How do you like to fuck, Dad?" He asked. Junior had a naughty horny streak that he was beginning to feel freer to show me. It turned me on.

"I like fucking Braden on his stomach," I said. "Or doggy."

Junior LOVED this. Loved seeing me let my hair down. "Doggy is fucking hot, isn't it, Dad?"

"Sure is, Son," I said.

"It's probably my favorite," he said thoughtfully.

I reached down and ruffled his hair. Like I did when he played little league as a kid. I had this intense affection for Junior and was loving every minute of this. "I will say this, though, Son. Breeding a man... impregnating him... missionary seems right. You get to see his face when you knock him up."

"Oh FUCK, Dad..." Junior hissed. "You're so fucking hot." He dove onto my dick again. Sucking too roughly, even. I'd definitely have to give him blowjob lessons this weekend. But for now, I enjoyed letting him work out his lust and his desire for my cock. He sucked me for a minute before I pulled back.

"Let's get naked, Son," I suggested.

Within seconds our golf clothes were strewn on the hotel room floor, tossed aside, and Junior and I connected naked in a father-son embrace. I loved the feel of his younger body next to mine and his hard prick pressed against my own, our dicks so similar other than the foreskin Braden and I left on him. We made out, more impetuously than romantically, and I finally rolled us over till I was on top. Junior let me.

We humped against one another as my son held me tight and wrapped his legs around my waist. I paused and pulled back.

Looking down on my son's cute, handsome face, I ran my fingers along his cheek. "You've never been fucked, have you, kiddo?"

He shook his head. Afraid as much as he was horny. "No, Dad. Don't think I'm into that. Sorry."

"Don't apologize," I said. "I'd never pressure you into anything, Junior."

"I guess I'm a little too much like you, Dad."

I laughed. "It's true, buddy." I rolled off him, but kept caressing his face, his neck, and his body as I took in the magnificence of his naked golf-jock body. "I don't know what two tops do on date night, but I'm sure we'll have our fun."

It was a half joke, and Junior was on my wavelength. "I wanna suck your cock again, Dad. Get you off."

I was rock hard and I smiled as I leaned back and gestured toward my erection. "Have at it, kiddo... only a little gentler this time, OK? That gets me off more."

I thought Junior would feel admonished by the suggestion but instead he nodded eagerly and scooted down to take me back into this mouth. No licking foreplay this time. Eagerly, Junior swallowed about three inches and slowly bobbed his way to four, then five. I didn't even have to coach him. He just cut back on the suction and it felt magnificent. Soft, wet milking sensations from him mouth.

"Oh damn, Son... that's it, buddy... you're making your Dad feel real fucking good right now... like that... up and down... my own son sucking me... make love to that dad cock, kiddo.... Fucking hot incest blowjob.... incest date night."

That idea did it, along with Junior's softer sucking. I blasted hard into my son's throat and it took him by surprise. But within a second he adjusted, pulling off to take the cum into his mouth.

I thought he'd swallow my load but instead he pulled off as the dribbles were still coming out of my dick. Junior lurched up over me and met me in a heated kiss. I opened my mouth for it and felt my own cum being fed to me.

I'd never snowballed before, but it felt fun and naughty. I fed the cum back to Junior, and he repeated the action. Between us, my cum was getting frothier as it mixed with our saliva.

Junior was tugging at his prick and soon I felt his body tense and his hot spray cover my torso.

"I always wanted to try that, Dad," he said as we both pulled back from each other, having finally swallowed the shared cum load.

I patted his thigh. "You're gonna show your old man some new tricks aren't ya, kiddo?"

"Hell yeah," he grinned.

I looked over at the clock. "I could stay like this forever, but we got a dinner reservation to make in an hour."

I let Junior shower first. When I finally stepped out of the bathroom after my shower, it was amazing to see my son getting ready for our date. Hair gelled, dress trousers and button down, loafers. Clean cut, jock next door.

He was absorbed his phone, like teenagers often get, but then looked up at me getting dressed. I'd picked out a navy suit for the occasion, though I decided not to wear a tie.

"What?" I asked as Junior stared at me.

He shrugged. "You're really fucking handsome, Dad."

I winked. "At 56, they call it distinguished looking," I joked.

Junior laughed and stood up to get his sport coat off the hanger. He slipped it on his athletic body, and the effect was incredible, making my son look older while bringing out his fresh-faced youth.

"Talk about handsome," I said. I could see why Junior had such success in finding men to have sex with. I stepped up and leaned in to kiss him softly.

"I still can't believe I'm going on a date with my Dad," he said softly.

"The night's young kiddo," I replied. "But we should get going."

****

Dinner was surprisingly normal. Normal conversation about golf and school. We talked a lot about Junior's plans. The colleges he wanted to visit, what he wanted to major in. He asked me a lot about my career and different parts of finance.

Finally, Junior looked around at the restaurant. Not super fancy but a nice fine-dining place. "When was the last time you took Daddy on date night?" he asked.

I could sense some guilt slipping in, like he was stealing me away from his other parent.

"You know Braden and I have date night twice a month," I said. It was a Friday ritual where Brade and I would line up a babysitter, usually one of the Fiedler boys, to look after our sons, the twins especially, and Junior would help entertain Evan and Keith.

"I mean, like this," Junior replied.

"Once a year," I said. "Your Daddy is happier catching a basketball or hockey game instead. But for anniversaries, I like to get dressed up."

"I like it, too," Junior said with a strange sincerity.

I paid the check after we were done, and neither of us had to discuss what was next. We'd be going back to our hotel room.

It was a nice contrast from the rush earlier. I'd brought a nice scotch and poured some into the rocks glasses from the minibar.

"Here's to an amazing evening, Son," I toasted.

Junior raised his glass and then took a sip. I could tell he was getting used to the taste.

"Not your thing?" I asked.

"It's pretty fucking good, Dad," Junior said. "I guess the expensive stuff is expensive for a reason."

"Pretty much," I agreed. "I take it you're being responsible with the drinking these days?" I couldn't help it. A father's gonna be a father.

"Yes, sir," Junior said. He got quiet.

"I killed the mood," I said.

He shrugged. "I gotta earn your trust, Dad," Junior said. "I know that."

"Kiddo..." I said. I felt very emotional just then. Like, this felt different than dating Braden had been starting out. That was all the guilt and taboo and the rush of incest, my first time connecting with my own son romantically. But Junior was both more headstrong and emotionally vulnerable. I thought I had experience incest dating, but this second son was a whole new challenge.

My reaction pleased him. He gave a smile and a little of the old Junior was back. "I'm gonna do it, Dad. Be the man you respect." He ran his hands along his wool trousers, a nervous tic I was finding adorable. "You're not even gonna have to tell me. I'll know."

I smiled back and gave a sexier grin. I pulled up one shoe to unlace and remove it, then the other.

"What do you say we start those kissing lessons, buddy?"

He nodded eagerly.

We didn't remove our clothes at first. We just lay on the hotel bed, side by side. Close.

"First, the peck," I said. I leaned in and just touched my lips to Junior's. "Some boys grow out of kissing their dads like that."

"Not me," Junior hissed. And repeated it. And again. We laughed.

"What next?" he asked.

"Knocking on the Door," I said.

"You have names for all these kisses?" Junior laughed.

"I'm making them up as I go along," I admitted. "All right, keep your lips closed."

I then pressed my lips against his and opened my mouth to slip out my tongue. Gently I tapped his lips three times before licking along them.

"Fuck..." my son growled.

"You do it, now," I urged. He did and it was sensuous and thrilling. Finally I opened my mouth and let his tongue slide in. I now tapped my own against his tongue tip before pulling back.

"That's The Encounter."

I could tell he wanted to make a wise-ass remark but didn't.

"Again?" he asked.

I took the lead this time. Only rather than pull back I went deeper, gently battling his tongue until Junior got the hint to do the same. Adding a little bit of suction...

"Classic French Kiss," I explained.

I showed him a couple more speeds, inventing stupid names for them, before I said. "And one more. The Need."

Junior was amused and very turned on. "What the fuck is The Need?"

I smiled, scooting closer to Junior. "It's what your Daddy does when he's really in heat.... I'm gonna slip my tongue in and I want you to do you best to suck into your mouth, like you want to pull me all the way into you, Son."

We did just that and as Junior sucked, I plunged in with my tongue and he sucked some more. It drove me wild and surprisingly it drove Junior wild too. We'd been focusing on kissing but now he pawed at my crotch, feeling the hard dick forming a ridge there.

He was breathing heavy when I finally pulled back.

"You got a favorite, Dad?"

I shook my head. "Nope. It's all about mixing it up. Being on the same wavelength as your man."

Junior took that in like they were profound words of wisdom.

"So, Dad... you told me to think about something I'd want to try."

I'd forgotten about that, but I replied, "Tell me, buddy."

"I don't know... I guess when I watch porn, I love watching guys rim each other."

"And you wanna try it?" I asked.

"We don't gotta, Dad," Junior said, defensively.

"I'm game, buddy," I smiled, running my hands along the button down beneath his suit coat.

He smiled. "You, um, do that with Daddy?" he asked.

I shook my head. "We've done it some. Just not our thing." I pulled back, and began to undo my belt and trousers. "But let's give it a try, OK?"

Junior followed suit, getting out of his dress trousers and underwear and showing off a dick that was as hard as earlier. That's when I knew he wanted to try being rimmed as well.

We didn't even bother removing the rest of our clothes... dress socks, shirt and coat, watch... that was all still on as I lay back on the bed and looked at my handsome son. "You wanna go first, buddy?"

"Yeah, Dad," Junior replied. His voice croaking he was so turned on. That's what made me want to do this, seeing how much it excited my son.

I pulled back my legs, spreading them some. Junior could see my hairy trench and my tight pucker in the middle.

"FUCK YES..." he hissed, jerking his prick some as he got into place. "That's a fucking beautiful hole, Dad."

I lay patiently, letting my son get his eyeful before he leaned in.

"Shit!" I exclaimed. I'd never actually been rimmed before. It tickled more than anything.

Junior pulled back. "You OK, Dad?"

"Yeah, I'm OK," I said. "Go ahead and eat your dad's ass, Son."

The blowjobs had to be coached. But Junior was a natural at rimming. Eager but not overly eager. He got past my initial defensiveness and eventually it felt good. I mean, I don't think I craved the act in itself, but seeing Junior in hungry ass-eating mode was a turn on in itself.

"Shit, Dad, I almost came," he grunted as he pulled back, sap dripping from his foreskin.

"Let me do you," I urged.

Junior got a big smile and positioned himself on all fours, facing away from me. The very position was enough to make my cock throb and leak, but it was the sight of him pulling up his shirt tails and showing off that golf jock ass that had me going. I'd noticed Junior's butt before, but I was now realizing how frickin' perfect it was. Not meaty-muscular like Brade's, though God knows that was my normal turn on. But Junior had hit leg day enough to have a nice round bubble ass on his taller build. The buns completely hairless and smooth, though as he spread his legs I saw the faint dusting of stray hairs around his ass hole.

I dove in. Hungrier than I expected to taste Junior's hole. I'd done this some for Braden over the years, but Brade never took to getting eaten out, and I never craved it myself.

But running my tongue along my second son's hole and feeling the heat and tightness against my tongue, knowing he was cherry... that made me an instant convert. It was my turn to match Junior's lead, copying his tongue work and adding my own spin on things.

"Eat my ass, Dad. Eat your son out." Junior was also getting into the sex talk, which made me prod harder against the tight ring.

"I'm gonna cum, Dad, if you keep that up." Junior was jerking his prick again.

I didn't stop. Instead I smacked my hands on his hard teen buns and gripped tightly, pulling them apart as I went feral on his hole, licking, sucking, frenching my son's ring.

"OH FUCCK!" came his cry. He was orgasming hard.

I let him ride that cum for a couple of seconds and leaned up. I spit into my palm and that was all the lube I was gonna have. I gave my prick three steady tugs and was firing my dad cum all over his crack.

"Shit..." he hissed, surprised by the sensation but turned on.

I gave it up, until I leaned forward, collapsing on Junior's back some. I circled my arm around him and held tightly as we caught our breath.

"Thanks for that, Son. I loved it."

"I loved it, too, Dad. A little too much," he said in a chuckle.

"We're not gonna wait till next date night to do that again," I said.

Indeed, we repeated the act the next morning, Junior sitting his jock ass on my face as we went longer. Then we switched and he did the same to me.

Turns out, two tops can do just fine on date night.

***

Junior and I got home by 11AM. Junior went to drop his stuff up in his room, while I went to find Brade. He was in the backyard, tossing a football with the other boys, while the twins played with toys in the grass nearby.

My husband gave me a curious glance, maybe apprehensive. Wondering how the date had gone.

I smiled and nodded, then patted his shoulder affectionately as I called out to Keith. "See if you can make your Dad run for it, little man...." Keith got a smile before putting on his serious game face then pulled his arm back to throw it as hard as he could. He was only 11, but he still had some power to his throw. I ran after the ball, barely catching it. I did my best to return it to Evan, with an equally solid throw.

I looked over. Junior was out now, talking to Brade. Maybe sharing details about the date, who knows. The twins were happy as clams. Ev and Keith were getting in competitive mode with me.

It was one of those moments that I realized: I loved being a family man.

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(TW: incorrect Spanish I’m not a Spanish speaker sorry, praise kink, IVF reference, infertility issues, depression, infertility treatment, IVF struggles, fatherhood, anal sex, handjob, body worship, doggy style, becoming parents, celebrating, slight daddy kink, slight public teasing, slight car sex, edging, stomach bulge, breeding kink, submissive headspace)

Months passed since the two lovers became engaged and things couldn’t be better for them both. It was as though things were beginning to look up for both Miguel and M/n as they moved outside the city; away from the loud noises, most of the crime, the stresses of Miguel being spiderman.

After Tyler Stone vanished after his failed attempt at getting his CEO position back from Miguel, Alchemax was slowly turning into a big corporation that began to take the city's poor and lower classes protests seriously. A corporation that both M/n and Miguel could be proud to work for.

With the help of Miguel’s mother as his secretary much to both men’s surprise she was good at both being a threatening force and yet a silvered tongued negotiator. What’s more M/n’s department got more funding to extend a larger hand in downtown clinics and ERs providing them with the newest and safest tech during surgeries, and treating illnesses and diseases that had been neglected by Tyler Stone.

It allowed M/n to move all his major work as head of the medical engineering department to their home; it felt unreal as though this shouldn’t have been possible for Miguel to live happily in a loving relationship with a house, and a ring on both fingers. Spiderman was needed less and less as most of the villains that littered the city were falling back into the shadows with Alchemaxs change of CEO, the change needed for a better future for everyone.

Looking around his new and much larger office that Miguel shared with M/n; he sighs, taking off his tinted glasses as he shuts the hologram screen off; after signing off another approval for the start of a more powerful environmental power grid to be placed downtown. To help clean the pollution and gasses that permeated the air quality.

Rubbing his sore eyes Miguel sighed as he leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to breathe in the smell of M/n cooking them both an early lunch before their doctor appointment. An appointment they both were excited but scared to go too. After all it would be their 5th appointment of seeing if Miguel’s constant supplements had helped any with his sperm count; one of many side effects of his DNA being spliced with a spider. An effect he hated, despised so much that Miguel was losing hope with each failed test, with each failed attempt at fertilizing the donor's eggs; eggs that were running low with each failed appointment.

Miguel had his fair share of breakdowns as this was their best chance to have a kid, as M/n was deemed infertile the second round of IVF. A fact that had broken the two men; a hard fact that had all the pressure placed on Miguel which M/n tried his best to help Miguel through, but there was only so much his love and support to ease the pain and hole forming in Miguel’s chest each time they got the news of yet another failure.

Even with technically advancing the way it has been compared to the early versions of IVF in the early and mid 2000’s to now with the child being grown in a womb like environment eliminating the risk of miscarriage by a large margin.

There was only so much technology can fix when it came to a genetic code being altered in the way Miguel’s has. Only so much injections of enhanced vitamins could do for a body that was genetically modified, only so much it could fix an already broken-

“Miguel hun, lunch is ready! And your medicine too love

Miguel groaned, rubbing his face even more as the knot in his stomachs made it harder for him to want to eat anything. Made the decision to just ignore this one appointment to just wallow in his own self pity; maybe then Miguel wouldn’t need to take anymore injections. Resting his arms on the glass surface of his office table Miguel felt the tired, mental exhausted tears start to purs into his eyes as he tried his best to control the painful knot in his chest at the thought of this appointment being another nail in his self worth.

M/n looked at the still closed door of Miguel’s and his office. Seeing no sign of Miguel coming out M/n whipped his flour covered hands looking at the plate of hot steaming beef and veggie empanadas he had just finished cooking .

A recipe Conchata had given him after the two revealed their engagement to Miguel’s family; who all accepted the fact it was either accept the two for their love of the other or they’d lose Miguel for good.

M/n remembered holding Miguel’s hand throughout the entire exchange. He still held his finances hand through this difficult time in their lives; wanting to have a child to call their own. M/n despised not being about to take all the weight off of Miguel; he wished he could be the one going through the bull of the stress and pressure of these appointments.

But he wasn’t…he was completely infertile; the Lilly hood of him having a kid even with IVF was zero. The least he could do for Miguel was make him as comfortable as he could for as long as the both of them wanted to keep trying.

After all it was ‘through sickness or health, til death’; the ring on his finger made it all a reality. They were starting the next chapter of their lives together. The wedding was all set up, the venue paid for, their suits tailored and ready. They bought a house! But even that wasn’t enough for what their hearts truly craved for a child; a kid they could both raise and watch grow up with two loving parents; far from the toxic lives the both of them had to endure.

They just had to wait and hope that this appointment was anything but good news for them. Placing the dirty kitchen towel on the counter M/n dusted what was left of flours and spices on his shirt. Before making his way to the closed black door of their modern homes office.

A light knock echoed throughout the house as m/n waited with baited breath for Miguel to answer him. Give him time to regain his composure before m/n enters.

Lyla looked over to Miguel who quickly wiped away the stray tears that escaped his normally composed face. She saw how much the two wanted a kid, even going as far as to pick out names ahead of time while planning their wedding. Even though she was sentient now she was still very limited on what she could do to help.

“Miguel”

“Hm”

Lyla forced a smile as she appeared next to Miguel’s shoulder, leaning over to look into his eyes getting his attention.

“M/n made your favorite!”

Lyla smile widen seeing Miguel’s frown turn into a small smile, as he scoffs his face turning a shade of red as he once again mumbled,

“Shock, ¿qué hice para merecer a alguien como él?”

Lyla disappeared and reappeared, informing Miguel, smiling as she pulled at a holo pad tilting her glasses down on her nose as she spoke in a joking assertive voice.

“Ah well let’s see, you and hot stuff over there met, we’re friends for four years and in that same year became boyfriends, then from then on you two dated, kissed, kissed, oh wow looky! Nope, more kissing, proposal and now you two are trying for a kid!”

Lyla froze her small bit hitting a sore subject as she tossed the holo pad over her shoulder listening to it canish in pixels as she turned to see Miguel’s face turn hopeless once more.

“Trying and failing-“

Lyla quickly appeared in front of Miguel shushing him.

“Listen here! And listen closely Miguel, you're not failing! You and M/n aren’t failing at anything, you’ll see Miguel things will start looking up for the both of you-“

A soft knock at the door was heard as M/n’s voice spoke up. His voice was soft, calming, warm as he spoke to Miguel.

“Hun are you okay? Is it okay if I come in?”

Clearing his throat Miguel waved Lyla away who huffed as she disappeared to another part of the house, continuing her installment of security measures.

“You don’t have to ask, this is your office too”

The door Jared opens revealing m/n whose clothes even after his attempt at dusting them off still had flour sticking to his shirt. Miguel smiled at M/n who made his way into their shared office, his eyes falling on the old day of the dead costume now turned spiderman suit that now mostly stayed locked for the time being behind a glass case.

The memories of Miguel saving him from a hostage and mugging, the moments the both of them spent in the other's arms comforting the other. loving each other with all their heart; Looking over to Miguel who began to fidget slightly as he started getting up only for M/n to make his way over to the stressed out man in front of him, placing his hands to Miguel’s tensed shoulders gently pushing him back into the comfortable office chair. Before leaning over the man who's had too much stress placed on his shoulders.

Leaning down M/n smiled his lips grazing Miguel’s, as he spoke his own hands running down Miguel’s muscular shoulders to his thighs massaging the even more tensed muscles. His hot breath landed against Miguel’s now parted lips as his focus turned from the stresses of their appointment to a need for a taste of M/n.

Miguel took in his fiancés appearance, his s/c skin that always seemed to glow anytime Miguel layed eyes on him, his H/l H/c hair that always managed to fall in the right places to frame his handsome features just right; enough to take Miguel’s breath away even after all these years Miguel would somehow still be flustered by the man in front of him.

“I know, but I figured you needed some time to yourself, didn’t want to interrupt your work mr. Sexy CEO”

M/n purred, closing the distance between their lips. Miguel sighed, feeling his entire body feel lighter as his hands reached up to take hold of M/n’s jaw gently rubbing it as they kissed.

The rhythm they kissed, the soft yet yearning for the others lips even after they had pulled away left the two nearly breathless as they stared at the other.

M/n smiled, leaning his face into Miguel’s hand, his own reaching for Miguel’s as they simply took in the atmosphere of this moment. The smell of food filling the air reminded the two of the meal waiting for them. Miguel sighed his face that had once been soft and relaxed after so long of stress now tensed at the approaching appointment. Another disappointment-

M/n kissed Miguel’s temple, feeling the pulse of the stressed out man in front of him who’s heart was beating rapidly.

“I know that face hun; this appointment has to be good news-“

“And what if it isn’t!”

Miguel shut his mouth at his outburst, his eyes burning once more that the thought of their doctors telling the couple more bad news or worse she’d tell them Miguel's sperm fertility was just not improving…that.

“Hun, it’s not hopeless, shock don’t say that anything but that, please.”

M/n’s voice creaked, he shook his head shoving his own feelings down, focusing on what he should say to Miguel who was losing hope.

“What else should I say, Cada visita es solo una pérdida de tiempo. I want to raise a kid with you so badly; I want to have a normal family with no strings attached…but every time we try Esta maldita genética mutante todavía lo arruina todo!”

M/n wiped away Miguel’s tears, ignoring his own that streamed down his face. They wanted to complete their family so badly, to raise their own family, to live a normal calm life. Seeing the man in front of him break down, his heart wide open and exposed, raw with grief and self hatred. He hated seeing Miguel so broken; going from a confident, strong headed, sarcastic hot shot to a broken mess in his arms M/n wanted to just take all the pain away.

“Miguel don’t say that”

“But it’s true, if I never tried to cure myself, never got my genetic code rewritten with a spider we wouldn’t-“

“I wouldn’t be alive”

“Huh-“

“Miguel, if none of this happened to you, if you never became spiderman…I would’ve died that night. Spiderman wouldn’t have saved so many lives, and even if you weren’t spiderman we both know you wouldn’t have just sat by and watched Alchemax keep hurting people. Things happen in ways that force us all to adapt, evolve in ways that shock even ourselves, be it in a positive or negative light. But don’t ever hate yourself ever, no matter what happens now to the future miguel I’m just happy to have you in my life, to have a kid with you and we will Miggy we just have to be patient a little bit longer”

Miguel leaned his head into the crook of m/n’s neck as he let out a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around m/n waist and back breathing in his scent. Mixed with expensive cologne and food had Miguel’s heart lighten; feeling truly at home in m/n’s arms, holding his soon to be husband.

“Estoy tan cansado de esperar”

“Oh hun I know, I know but we have to try and stay positive the best we can…which food can help com one handsome let’s eat and get you your injection before the doctor tears our heads off”

“Ugh, shock not another shot”

M/n stood up taking Miguel’s hand pulling him up from his chair pulling the muscular taller man against his own chest. The sounds of birds outside singing with the distant sounds of yard drones cutting the neighbors yards. It felt truly like home, staring down at M/n who caressed Miguel’s jaw luring him down for a peak.

“It’s just a small prick, besides hun I made your favorite food; managed to get your mom’s recipe”

Miguel peaked those intoxicating lips once more, his arms wrapping behind his lover's head. Untaloned Mighuel ran his fingers through the soft hair; gently tugging out knots as he gazed into the E/c eyes that stared back at him with such love it only luring him in even more; a siren song with no dangers.

“And how did you manage to do that? That woman keeps her recipes closer to her heart then that hun of hers”

Smirked, M/n flipped his head to the side, side eyeing Miguel.

“I have my ways, she’s not so secretive if you hang her dirty laundry out in front of her. Besides, it’s the least she could do after dragging our love through the mud. Now stop deflecting, let's eat before we go okay. And Miguel I love you just remember that no matter what I love you”

Leaning down Miguel pressed the twos for heads together, smiling allowing his teeth to show. His old confidence came back in full; feel much better than before.

~~~~~~

At that moment he was, but now that the couple sat in their room waiting for their reproductive endocrinologist Miguel became an anxiety riddled mess as he sat on top of the examination table trying to at the very least keep his talons in check as to not hurt the hand that was intertwined with his.

“Shh babe, just remember to breathe okay.”

Miguel tried to follow m/ns advice but even that wasn’t helping as Miguel squeezed his hand slightly as he kept his eyes moving around the room, reading the small posters featuring information on IVF and it’s almost beaconful message of;

‘We make families whole!’

Scoffing Miguel looked over to M/n who had his full attention on rubbing Miguel’s clenched hand, trying to sooth Miguel’s anxiety. Realizing he was hurting him Miguel eased his grip on his reassuring fiancé who leaned over in his chair placing a tame kiss upon Miguel’s quivering one.

His voice was like satin, soft and calming as he spoke with such confidence Miguel yearned to have such hope like M/n had.

“She’ll be here real soon hun, they are very busy today”

“I know but we’ve been waiting for an hour! Can they get this over with-“

“Hey now what did we talk about in the taxi hun?”

Miguel wanted to cop attitude but seeing the look M/n gave him Miguel sighed, taking a deep breath calming his already breaking heart at the news he knew they’d get once again. Breathing out Miguel pressed his head against M/n’s staring at their interwoven hands staring at the red diamond that sat set into the tungsten carbide band engraved with the couples most charashed phrase,

‘Mi única luz en la vida’

Words Miguel knew were far more truer now than ever before. His gaze soon fell to staring at m/n who smiled softly, even though he looked hopeful Miguel sensed he was just as much of a nervous wreck as he was.

“Try and stay hopeful-“

A small knock interrupted the couples thoughts as their doctor walked in, her holo pad along with her AI who processed the data came walking in. She was anything but a straight to the point, take not shot doctor. As she looked up her glasses caught the bright lights that had Miguel wearing his tinted sunglasses.

“Mr.O’Hara and Mr.L/N; I know you both what nothing more then to know the news-“

M/n smiled his voice loud and excited as he gave Miguel’s hand a slight squeeze as he spoke.

“Do we ever, it’s good news right doc?”

Miguel felt his fiancés hands shaking as they clasped over Miguel’s. Who now comforted M/n as his voice cracked some. Miguel clenched his teeth as tears began to gather.

“You both have been going through the highest levels of IVF, the most expensive treatments for infertility in men your age group and on top of that 5 separate appoints with no promising outcomes-“

‘Here it comes-‘

“Which is why I’m pleased to tell you both good news!”

Tears fell from Miguel’s eyes as he looked at the doctor, his and M/n’s hands gripping earthers tightly as the news left the doctors lips, her smile widening as she call for her AI to pull up the photos of a artificial womb with a small fetus floating within a time counting down twirls the date their child would be ‘born’.

“You both will be proud dads of a healthy baby girl! Congratulations!”

M/n yelled out pulling Miguel into a tight embrace, tears streaming down both soon to dads faces. Miguel began crying as well as he gripped the back of M/n’s shirt as he sobbed in pure relief of happiness. Almost disbelief as they stared at the photo given to the two of the child’s ‘ultrasound’. Standing up M/n wrapped his arm around Miguel’s waist as he asked the doctor questions Miguel didn’t bother to pay attention to as he held the photo in his hands, seeing their baby, their own daughter! Alive and healthy, a clear bill of health.

“When will she be fully developed I know this kind of new technology is recently upgraded and such with nutrition and growth potential en-“

“She’ll be born and ready for the both of you to take her home in around 3 months as long as she stays on the growth patterns she’s been showcasing. Rest assured mr.m/l, ohara we’re ensuring this little princess will be well taking cared of and safe”

Both parents sighed at the news, Miguel looked over to M/n who looked about ready to start crying himself at the news. The news they’ve been waiting for so long; was coming true, they’ll be parents with a baby girl running around. A strong, healthy baby girl.

“Now then I’ll just be right outside filling out your paperwork make sure to talk to the front office for your own paperwork to fill out, her name, legal parents that sort of thing, nothing to serious”

Miguel still could barely believe it even as he looked back down at the ultrasound seeing the small fetus that would soon grow into a baby; Their baby, migue leaned his body weight against M/n who smiled tears filling his own eyes as he held his fiancé.

“Thank you Dr.Lee, I-I don’t know how to even word just how much this means to us.”

Dr.lee smiled, placing a hand upon the couple's still interwoven hand.

“No need to thank me for doing my job, and once again congratulations Mr.l/n, Mr. ohara”

The door closed behind the doctor giving the new parents time to process the news of their daughter. M/n squeezed Miguel’s body closer to his as the two stood looking at the small ultrasound of their daughter. M/n smiled as Miguel's lips crashed against his own in a raw emotional moment of tears of both fathers, as overjoyed tears streamed down their faces: as all the stress and heartache finally vanished after months of wanting and waiting for this same news.

“W-we’re having a baby”

M/n smiled down at Miguel pulling his body flushed against his chest his hands gripping him by his waist his fingers soon running up Miguel’s white long sleeve shirt messaging the tension in his back out. Littering Miguel’s tear stain face with peaks with sweet nothings.

“ we’re having a little Gabriella, you did it hun; shock im so happy right now!”

Miguel’s eyes brightened kissing M/n back with a new found exuberance at the realization of this being real. That this was happening, that they were starting a family together. With a daughter they both always wanted Miguel’s hands wrapped around m/n’s neck basking in the joy the two felt,

“I guess this is the part I admit you were right?”

Laughing m/n held Miguel’s face in his hands leaning close enough for their noses to touch.

“Nah, I mean sure it’s nice to be proven right but now all I care about is that our daughter is safe and healthy and taking you out to celebrate…maybe invite the family?”

Miguel laughed, nudging his nose against m/ns shaking his head.

“You just wanna show off Gabriella don’t you”

“And why shouldn’t I? After all she’s our daughter, our strong, healthy, beautiful baby”

~~~~~

M/n couldn’t keep his hands to himself during dinner; and how could he? With Miguel sitting beside him as he spoke to Gabriel who seemed more distant and out of it, Miguel tried not to get sidetracked with the hand that slowly moved its way farther up his thigh. But the more he tried to ignore the hand that rubbed up and down his thigh getting closer to his slowly stirring cock. Trying to calm his body’s reaction Miguel tried asking Gabriel how his own fiancé was doing with her pregnancy.

“Oh she’s fine…when she’s not obsessing over spiderman. After all he’s the protector of the people right?-aye mamá! ¿Para qué era eso!”

Gabriel winced as Conchata hit the back of his head with his palm as she finished drinking her drink. Setting the drink down she turned to Gabe who seemed to know he messed up poorly as she began talking in her authoritative voice that made even Miguel tense up as. M/n tore his eyes away from the uncomfortable situation of watching an adult being ridiculed by his own mother.

“that was for disrespecting the man who managed to keep downtown safe while your stupid fiance and her useless rebel group got in spider man's way most of the time!El hecho de que esa rata sin hogar te haya abierto las piernas no significa que empieces a faltarle el respeto al hombre que está ayudando a tu hermano a sacar el crimen de las calles.”

Miguel had to force his face to stay as blank as he could as he took a bite from his meal, staring at the two members of his family arguing. While trying his best to not buckle against M/n's hand that now cupped his covered cock in his hand.

Messaging the area with a straight face side eyeing Miguel with a look that had Miguel’s stomachs knot up with lust; his cock throbbed against M/n’s hand earning Miguel a smile from M/n as his attention turn back to his mother and brother who were in an argument that was gaining some attention from the other people eating; clearing his throat M/n smiled at the two as he spoke a lovable tone calmed the two in laws down as he spoke.

“What we wanted to tell you both is that well…Miguel did we grab the photos?”

Miguel took a sip of his drink, nodding clearing his throat as he reached into his pocket grabbing the two ultrasound of the IVF womb with their soon to be daughter inside looking in her seventh month. Miguel’s hands shook not from nervousness even though he knew his mother and brother would take it as such but that was far from the reason he was quivering as the hand messaging his slowly hardening cock rubbed and cupped around him firmer.

“Mamá, Gabriel y M/N y yo estamos teniendo un bebé.”

Miguel’s smile widened, handing his mom and baby brother their own ultrasound pictures of his and M/ns baby girl.Gabriel practically yanked the ultrasound out of Miguel’s hand only for his scowl to turn into a look of pure adoring as he looked at his niece, his face beaming at the small image.

Conchata grabbed a hold of the small photo looking at the ultrasound . The stoic scowl that seemed to always be stuck on her face vanished as she looked down at the photo running his hand over the polished image of the baby curled up covering its face.

“Do you know the gender yet?”

Her voice softened as she stared over at the couple who looked at one another for permission. Miguel smiled at his mom,

“She’s a girl, a strong, healthy girl”

“What are you naming her! Did you come up with names yet?”

Gabe shouted as he leaned over the table at the couple.

“Yeah we settled on Gabriella for her. It just fits her don’t you think”

M/n's hand lightened its messaging of Miguel’s covered cock, Miguel’s one hand gripping the hand in place wanting it to stay, to keep its teasing as it stroked the straining fabric against his now hardened cock.

“Sure does! Now I know how to embarrass her haha Gabriel and Gabriella! Genius M/n!”

“Actually man it was Miguel who chose the name. He seemed dead set on the name and who am I to tell him no”

M/n smirked, kissing Miguel on his cheek; Gabriel’s chest clenched seeing the happy couple. Seeing his older brother aka spiderman in a loving relationship while his own as being torn apart because of Spiderman!

Looking away Gabriel grabbed his drink, chugging the rest of the alcohol, getting an elbow in his ribs by his mom who corrected his manners.

“Don’t drink like that”

Resisting the urge to yell at his mom who now favored his more successful CEO brother. Instead Gabe apologizes for his hasty celebration. Congratulating the couple before standing up excusing himself for leaving early.

“Do you want us to pay for a taxi for you Gabe!-“

“No, I'm good! Congrats again miggy!”

Miguel sighed, placing his head into his hands rubbing his temple looking towards his mom, who was now standing up grabbing her jacket, rolling her eyes at Gabriel’s ‘childish behavior’ stating she had to get going. Saying she had an appointment with a friend.

As both of the couple watched as the two rushed out leaving M/n and Miguel alone at the table. M/n’s other hand guiding Miguel’s hurt expression to face him kissing his fiancé who’s family rushed out as fast as they came. M/n knew the family had a toxic streak but to just ditch a celebration of a new member of the family coming soon…m/n knew it cut Migue deep.

Leaning forward M/n pressed his lips against Miguel’s, being glad the couple chose a booth seat as not many people bothered to look at the couple.

The hand that messaged Miguel’s cock gripped his balls harder, fondling them the best they could with; making Miguel pant, trying to keep his face and noises down as they were still in a public space surrounded by intel’s other people.

“We’ll celebrate in our own way after all You're getting pretty horny now aren’t you hot stuff?”

Miguel’s other hand gripped around M/n's wrist for support as his hand began palming his cocks head through his jeans. It took all his will power to not throw his head back from the pleasure and teasing he never knew he missed getting from his other half; who’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear, his hot breath brushing against Miguel’s skin had his skin shiver with goosebumps all in anticipation…hinging on every word the man in front of him whispered.

“Wanna treat my baby’s daddy just right, gotta make him feel real appreciated”

Miguel let out a soft gasp moan as lips trailed down his jaw to his neck. Miguel couldn’t take much more, his cocks throbbing became painful, his legs were turning into jelly at the images runny through his dirty, horny mind.

Would his throat be fucked raw? On his back taking his lover's cock? Would he fuck him like an animal in heat, pull his hair, mark him. Miguel’s grip tightened around M/n's wrist while his free hands talons tore through the leather of the booths seats.

Feeling M/n smirk against his neck Miguel sighed leaning his head against m/n chest; embarrassed wasn’t the word he’d describe himself, there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came down to their lust for each other, PDA a sign for either of them to get home fast or there was no stopping them from indulging in their carnal desires for pleasure.

For many men Miguel’s size being the ‘bottom’ was embarrassing, to look too weak so fragile for any amount of touch to satisfy their needs. To Miguel it was pure bliss to let the walls down to let someone else take control to be in charge of his own pleasure. Someone like M/n who knew Miguel’s body inside and out, knew ways to make Miguel go limp at the near thought of getting fucked raw with carnal, primal lust and desire.

Feeling m/ns lips leave his neck Miguel clung to him jerking his hips slightly against the hot palm rubbing him through his pants. His focus was beginning to slip with each thrust of m/ns palm against the head of the aching cock. So much heat burning in his stomachs Miguel felt his control slipping even more as his fangs ached leaking bits of his own venom into his mouth mixing with his drool in ways that had his tongue buzzing with the bitter sweet taste.

“Por favor, te necesito tanto que duele el amor”

M/n's hand palming softened its unbearable teasing as he pulled Miguel’s head into his neck area as his voice shouted out to their waitress. Miguel’s large muscular body tenses at slight fear of being caught in the act had Miguel regain some sense through the cloud of heated lust.

“Excuse me, could you call up an auto taxi please? We both must have drank more than we thought.”

Miguel let out a strained moan at the sudden strong rubbing that started once more. His mind rendered into a fog of pleasure struggling to keep itself focused on the act of staying aware of the situation they were in. He could hardly even focus on what their waitress was saying.

“Oh of course sir I’ll go do that right away, was your automatic payment set up for when you leave?”

“Oh yeah it’s all set up, tell the cooks good job on the food yeah and here's a tip for the trouble.”

“Oh there’s no need but thank you so much sir, the taxi will be here soon!”

Miguel let out a groan of relief with the deparcher of the young waitress. Trying his best to play it off as him being ‘drunk’ that didn’t stop M/n from kissing down his jaw to his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin near Miguel’s ear; sucking the skin leaving hickeys from his jaw down his neck. The grip Miguel’s talons had on the leather seat tightened even farther, tearing more of it in their wake of pleasure.

“joder a la mierda por favor necesito sentir tus manos a mi alrededor, I can’t take it anymore-“

“Mr.l/n your taxi is here!”

Miguel’s face tensed his eyes clenched shut, his lips swollen from his teeth biting down to keep the moans from pouring from them. But m/ns hand didn’t light up even as his sweetened voice. But Miguel knew the slight straining behind it as M/n's hand tugged Miguel’s shirt from his pants helping Miguel hide his rage ig boner as the two stood up.

M/n gathered most of their stuff, wrapping his hand around Miguel’s waist as he ‘helped’ Miguel walk outside to their taxi that waited for them, it became harder to walk from the anticipation of whatever was in store for him once they both got into the hover car.

Tossing their coats into the hover car M/n held the door open for miguel who only had one foot into the car before hands rubbing up his covered spine before lips kissed behind his ear, Miguel groaned when a hand gripped his straining cock firmly before letting Miguel go to get into the taxi.

The autopilot chimed on,

-“Please enter in destination requirements”-

M/n closed the doors hatch, without hesitation M/n swung his leg over Miguel’s legs straddling, his knees m/n’s face blocking much of Miguel’s view as he racked his hands all over Miguel’s muscular body.

Both adults eyes filled with lust for the other, Miguel’s body could help but shake as hands that weren’t his own started running up his thighs landing just shy of the raging cock that throbbed underneath the slowly staining fabric. Miguel barely had time to hit enter on the holo pad before the hands unbuttoned the jeans and took the pre-dripping cock out from the straining fabric.

No matter how hard Miguel tried he couldn’t hold back the unrestrained pornographic moan that escaped. He’s never felt this much lust in his life, it was almost suffocating as the hand started it unbearably slow pumping from head to base. It was as if with each stroke of the hand left Miguel more breathless than before,

Throwing his head back to the back stead’s headrest M/n's free hand took a handful of Miguel’s dark locks making him stare into e/c eyes. Miguel groaned, staring at the man he was marrying, having a kid with, and fell so deeply in love with it nearly hurt to feel him all around him.

Leaning forward M/n smirked, his voice heated, hot, and horny all for Miguel to make the man under him feel appreciated, worshiped, and valued. And that was exactly M/n planned to do, make Miguel’s walls come fully down to fuck him in ways that would make them both so exhausted the next morning they’d just stay in bed and bask in the afterglow of sex but the new found strength both parents had now for their daughter.

“¿Qué quiere papá que haga? What can I do to make him feel appreciated?”

Miguel’s mind was slipping, slipping into the pools of light headed lust. Pleasure building painfully slow in his guts, the weightless feeling of the hover taxi waiving past other hover cars only added to the feelings of his mind slipping into giving all power to the man over him.

All Miguel felt was appreciation from the man in front of him, sighing as lips trailed down his lips to his neck, the warmth wet trail left from his fiancés tongue left in its wake had Miguel craving for more of m/n.

“Ah, ¡joder! No sé”

-“please refrain from contaminating the back seat; if you proceed to do so you will be charged extra for any cleaning services that will be required”-

The automated voice sounded over the taxis inner speakers of the back seat. It sent an electric shock through Mighuels body as he made an attempt to fix himself, only for a hand to push his back against the plush seats of the Taxi. Soft swollen lips pushing against his own, M/n’s voice lustful, soft and jokingly tone all slipping through his voice as he spoke against Miguel’s slightly parted lips.

“You do know; you’ve known for months what you’ve wanted me to do to that body of yours; you just have to tell me how you want it daddy, this is all for you to feel appreciated”

M/n pulled Miguel by his shirt, closing the space between their lips in a heated kiss. Miguel moaned, letting his mind give in; opening the floodgates as Miguel’s hands ran their way up M/n hips grinding his hips up with each jerking motion the hand around his cock pumped. Pre leaking down the thick Vick onto the hand, lubing it up even more to pump faster.

The air around the lovers heated up, the smell of sex and sweat mixed together with their colones that only became stronger the more they sweated. Miguel’s mouth limply hang open his forehead resting against M/n’s chest watching his cock vanish and reappear as the hand twisted at the head making it leak even more pre, drool dripping from his mouth as he watched his cock get pumped with the hand; spit joint the pre in lubricating m/ns hand in jerking Miguel more efficiently.

“Remember Miggy we can’t make a mess”

Hooking a finger under Miguel’s chin M/n lifted his face to look at the existence of the state Miguel was in. What he saw had his own cock throb painfully at Miguel’s flushed face, his unfocused eyes, the drooling mouth that revealed his fangs that seemed like they were even losing control over their venom leaking out, Miguel’s messing hair clinging to his forehead. M/n smirked down at his blissed out minded fiancé who’s arms clung loosely on his hips.

“ w-want you inside, hmm ah”

Miguel moaned his head leaning against M/ns hand, his body was in a state of plearsureable numbness. The only thoughts going through his mind was the thought of M/n cock filling him up with is seed. In a primal part of his mindset miguel craved to be filled to the brim with M/ns kids.

“Want your cum…in me filling me”

“Oh? And why does daddy want my cum?hmm”

Twisting his hand harshly at the reddening tip of Miguel’s cock; m/n moaned watching Miguel’s body shake involuntarily with Miguel’s whines from the amount of pleasure.

Miguel couldn’t take anymore his cock,his stomachs, even his ass ached for his fiancés cock to fuck him raw and full with cum.

“I want more kids, want you t-o fill me with them ahh, carajo!”

Miguel stammered his request filled M/n with such primal desire to do just as his future husband asked. Fill him full of his cum, his kids, to get him pregnant; to give their baby girl Gabriella siblings right away.

It was a part of Miguel’s brain that had these instincts programmed into him from the desisted, it made Miguel feel nothing more than a needy animal but in a way it was part of Miguel that he couldn’t hate…not when it made sex feel so fucking good.

Yet Miguel wasn’t prepared for his pants to be yanked as far down as M/n could manage before he got sexually frustrated enough to the point he removed his hand from Miguel’s burning cock to O’Neal down in between Miguel’s legs yanking his stained jeans the rest of the way off.

Licking his lips as he stared at Miguel’s pre-covered cock to his twitching hole. Shoving his own fingers into his mouth not knowing just how deputed Miguel’s venom was;

“Don’t give me those sexy eyes, I’m not gonna risk getting paralyzed by that venom of yours again.”

Throwing his head back in frustration Miguel knew M/n was valid in his concerns last time they were lost in this kind of lust he was paralyzed for a good part of the day stuck with a raging boner.

Opening his eyes Miguel looked down at M/n who was sucking on his own fingers coating them in his spit, while his other hand grabbed ahold of Miguel’s thigh guilding it over his shoulder showing off the puckering ring of muscle that craved for him.

Feeling his face heating up to a point Miguel could only moan as fingers began their teasing taunts with each small push, a slight probe. Whines escaped Miguel’s lips as one of his hands gripped his own hair the other made its way to his beading pre cock. Only for the hand to get slapped away.

Shocked, Miguel looked down to M/n whose face was in between the two mounds of ass, his tongue pushing past the ring of muscle, loosening the inside enough for a finger to shove it’s way all the way to his knuckle.

“Amor a la mierda por favor déjame eyacular”

Miguel’s struggling voice whines his free hand reaching down to M/n hair gripping his fingers into the soft messy h/c. Pulling m/ns head closer with each brush made on his prostate. The burning pleasurable sort of pain each time a finger was added along with the tongue that still eases the ring of muscle open.

Stretching Miguel’s ass farther, the heights of Miguel’s nearly climax was at its peak, the knot that formed altightened, heightening his senses even higher than before as blood rushed to his ears the corners of his eyes started to go white with pleasure.

All stopped once the autopilot spoke once more the voice alerting them of their nearly destination in a few moments. Causing the head between Miguel’s shaking thighs to retreat, along with the tongue that Miguel had gotten so used to the warmth of inside him.

Letting out a desperate breath Miguel looked down at M/n. Whose face was just as flushed as Miguel’s as he stared back, his fingered scissoring Miguel’s still tight hole open; preparing him just the way he wanted.

All while he stroked a hand against Miguel’s neglected cock that leaked far more the more teasing M/n did.

“Look at yourself you sexy beast, being scissored and stretched with one hand while being given the best handjob with the other and still you want me. Shock I love it when you let me take care of you baby, so sexy”

Miguel’s hands clasped M/n head weakly hinting at his desperate want for their lips to mean once more. Chuckling M/n continued his assault of his fiancés ass and cock. Their lips barely brushed against the other when the hover taxi sounded;

-“destination reached! Scanning; cleaning required your holo card will be charades as such for a cleaning crew, enjoy your day”-

M/n smirked down to Miguel’s exposed body, exposed to him and him only; Miguel’s muscles that were flexed made the shirt he worse tight and cling to parts of his body that had M/n drooling himself while racking his eyes down the masterpiece of the body before him.

Miguel’s cocked twitching with the lack of attention went for his ass as it tried to pull his fingers deeper. Latching onto Miguel’s soft spot on his neck resulting in slightly taloned hands to grip his shoulder breaking the skin slightly: the pain was worth more of those sweet, addictive moans being pulled from those plump lips.

“Shock Miguel keep doing that and I might let you fuck me instead”

Miguel’s groan tugging on M/n’s suit wanting him to be in the same amount of undress he was right now. Miguel wanted him inside, fucking him raw and primal to worship his body like he knew M/n would.

“cariño, please get me into the house and you can do whatever you want with me!”

His head rolled back as M/ns fingers retreated out from his ass, with a wet sound as they pulled fully out leave his hole twitching for something to clench, to suck deep within itself.An invention M/n would soon take

“When you put it like that how can I say no”

Miguel let out a shaking breath as hands brushed up his chest all the way down to the jeans that were still down at his ankles.

“Shock I can’t stop looking at you; fucking beautiful”

Lips ghosted down Miguel’s thighs, the trail of kisses were near unbearably sweet; it had him breathless all while M/n pulled his Jeans up, his boxers covering most of Miguel’s hyper sensitive cock.

The fabric now covering him up had Miguel panting as he resisted the urge to pull the clothes off his hyper sensitive cock. The fabric brushing against his slightly exposed head had Miguel squeezing his legs together as much as he could as the two made their way into their house.

A house that already held so many memories and would hold more. A clean organized house, with modern furniture decorating the interior of the modern home. The only messy part could be spotted in the kitchen which was getting cleaned already by LYLAs drones.

Miguel’s scenes were in overdrive; the smells of both men perforated the air of the house with their colognes, and now the smell of sweat, and sex that clung to the two. The smells are becoming stronger in their bedroom. A room that houses all the smells that had Miguel's instincts go wide.

It all had Miguel’s head spinning as he turned to M/n who smirked as he threw their suits onto the floor seeing the darkening lust that poured into Miguel’s eyes just before he pulled his other half on top of him.

M/n gasped as their bodies hit the plush bed; Miguel’s face was redder than m/n had ever seen it, his hair was messy sprawling over his face and bed. His fangs catching the dimmed lights as miguel spoke his voice thick with a need to be fucked, to be filled with cum.

“Love you; want more of you”

“Yeah?”

“¡Sí, por el amor de la mierda, por favor, que me jodan!”

M/n practically ripped Miguel's clothes off leaving the far more stronger man naked and bare underneath his body. Miguel’s broad figure relaxed moaning with each light touch M/n left on his skin. Any amount of lips that licked up the sweat that ran down Miguel’s anticipating body.

M/n loved seeing Miguel so lost in the ecstasy of it all. Watching him shiver,buckle, beg underneath him seeing him finally let go of all the stress and pressure that the last few months placed on him. Now he gave in, allowing himself to feel everything all at once.

M/n took his time stripping his own close off his body, giving the desperate Miguel underneath him something to enjoy with each curse word that poured from Miguel’s lips with each piece of clothing thrown elsewhere in the room.

Miguel, sexually frustrated made a move to pull M/n down to him but it only resulted in him being flipped into his stomach. Gasping as hands gripped his hips, pulling them flushed with a straining pair of pants that covered a raging cock under eight rubbing ever so slightly against Miguel’s prepped plum ass.

“Such an impatient daddy; maybe I should punish you-“

“No!”

“I guess you're right, this day is all about you, about making you feel really loved. Is that what you want for me to shove my cock inside this needy hole?”

Miguel’s talons released from his fingers gripping the thick blanket underneath the two, the unstable fibers of the blanket resisted the tearing from Miguel’s claws. Miguel looked over his broad shoulders seeing M/n tossing his pants off the bed along with his boxers leaving them both fully naked, a fact that had Miguel pushing his ass back against the cock that now rubbed its pre leaking head between the two mounds.

Miguel arched his back as the head teased his waiting, ache hole. The heat radiating from m/n legs and cock that pressed flushed with Miguel’s body had him moaning tears of joy ran down his face with the burning pleasure rippled through his ass up to his head.

As m/n started to slowly push the head of his cock inside Miguel. Hearing M/n’s low moans against his lower back, groaning about Miguel’s tightness that clenched around the head.

“Shock, miggy your ass is pulling me in so well”

Miguel moaned loudly at the praise, taking pure bliss of feeling so fucking full of M/n’s cock. Each each raised Miguel’s moans higher and higher, the addictive burn of his ass adjusting around the cock that fox in oh so perfectly had Miguel’s rolling his hips. M/n's hands grip on Miguel’s hips tightening as he holds back to give Miguel some time to breath only for Migue to buck his ass back slamming the rest of the cock into him.

“Fuck miguel! Ah”

“sí se siente tan lleno querido, más quiero todo lo que tienes"

Miguel managed to get his arms under him, his talons gripping tighter on their blankets; the glow from the fibers resisting the tears had the dim room glowing faintly as the illuminated the two pleasure lost men.

Miguel threw his head back moaning loudly as M:n hips gave in fully to Miguel’s demands. An iron grip on Miguel’s hips would bruise the next morning from the intensity of m/ns thrusts had Miguel voice breaking mid moans. In no time m/ns cock found Miguel’s prostate ramming into the bundle of nerves repeatedly.

Electrifying pleasure after pleasure had Miguel screaming as his vision began to turn nearly white as the pleasure blinded him. His knees began to lock up the feeling of the nearly inhuman speed his fiancés thrusted into his tight ass had Miguel railing for more.

Thrusting his own hips back against m/ns the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in their room the smell of sex and sweat became nearly as intoxicating as the pleasure. The nails in his hips trailed separating one wrapping itself around Miguel’s dripping reddening cock pumping the cock in time with his thrusts stimulating Miguel’s nerves even more. Miguel’s mouth hangs open saliva escaping his mouth that is now mixed with his venom making for a sweet but bitter taste to be a constant in his mouth.

Before Miguel had time to realize the other hand trailing threw his hair it was already to last as M/n pulled Miguel’s head back, both arms wrapped around Miguel’s body pulling the pleasure lost man to his own chest allowing lips and tongue to trail down Miguel’s neck leaving hickeys and bite marks in their wake.

Miguel’s moans turned into whimpers as the increased intensity of m/n thrusts became harder and faster the knot in Miguel’s stomachs was reaching its breaking point; Miguel’s cock was leaking an amount M/n's hand was covered in the pre.

“Ah, look down Miggy, fuck my cock is filling you good hun”

Miguel did as he was told with slight resistance from the still tight grip M/n's hands had in his hair. What he saw had Miguel nearly lose his instinct riddled mind as a bus able bulge could be seen with each harsh unforgiving thrusts.

“Go on, fill it, fill just how much I’m filling you baby; rub that cock filled stomach of yours for me.”

Miguel threw his head back as another dead-on hit to his prostate was made, his head resting against M/n shoulder. His hands trailed up to his stomachs moaning at each thrust had the bulge protruding from Miguel’s stomachs to rub against his hands.

M/n was right he was filling Miguel so good, so much filled him Miguel never wanted this to end the feeling the cocks head gave him with each thrust had Miguel’s brain want to believe it wasn’t a cock but his and M/n’s child growing inside of him. A baby bump; that a child was growing inside of Miguel.

“Shock M/n more ¡Lléname, cum dentro de mí por favor! quieres darle a Gabriella un hermano quiere a tus hijos, amor”

“Ah fuck keep t-talking like that and I’ll loose it hun”

“So close to, ah shock, shock please so close! W-anna feel you cum inside me!”

The knot that’s been building in both of the two lovers grew to its breaking point. The pain melded with the pleasure of the pressure build up had Miguel gripping M/n's ass keeping him in place the best he could while his screams of pleasure filled the room ; ropes of cum splattering all over the bed sheets and m/ns still pumping hands.

Wet skin slapping movements filled the air of the couples room; as a tear stained Miguel gasped for any amount of air he could get as his body shook only for a moan to rip be ripped out of him as his hand felt M/ns hips sputtering in a final harder thrust up into Miguel’s tightening hole; the bully Miguel felt twitching harshly against his prostate as his inside were flooded with m/ns hot seed. Made Miguel buckle his own hips into the air as yet another unexpected second orgasam hit him.

Grabbing hold of M/n's hair Miguel sighed, feeling his lover's lips soothing him. Soft lips trailing up Miguel’s neck to his jaw. His hand turning Miguel’s fucked out expression towards him peppering kisses all over Miguel’s face that scrunched up in discomfort as 5the now softened cock slipped from his cum dripping hole.

Leaving Miguel whining yet moaning at the soft attention he was receiving from M/n whose other hand rubbed what was left of Miguel’s cum on the now dirty blanket. Before stroking Miguel’s aching thighs and hips.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Miguel laughed, opening his eyes to stare at his worried fiancé who’s shoulder bore more damage compared to Miguel’s soon to be bruising hips.

“You're asking me? Last I checked I’m not bleeding anywhere”

“Yeah yeah smart ass, fuck I love you so much“

Interweaving his fingers through the h/c hair Miguel breathed in m/ns scent now mostly smelling of Miguel and sex Miguel relaxed basking in their afterglow.

“Yo también te amo, m/n”

Feeling m/n face pressed into Miguel’s neck Miguel relaxed as he continued to play with his lover's hair; feeling him speak against his neck a statement that had Miguel’s chest ache with just how much he loved his man holding him.

“And I love our daughter; I’ll protect both of you the best way I can I swear, I’ll keep you both safe no matter what”

“Now you’re stealing my lines”

A chuckle tickled Miguel’s sensitive neck as they both chuckled while caressing each other's bodies, messaging out the aching muscles.

“Sure am, we deserve a normal life don't you think, a nice long vacation”

“And just how long is this vacation lasting?-“

“The rest our lives; raising our beautiful baby”

The couple intertwined their hands M/n looking down at Miguel’s ring around his finger, the joy and light feeling of finally finding the family he’s spent all his life searching for was here. Had always been here in his arms for years and now another part of their family is one her way as well.

Pulling Miguel’s hand to his lips both Miguel and M/n kissed their ringed fingers, nudging ‘em their head together as they basked in the love they held for each other and their daughter.

Nothing would change that…ever.

Part 6 final

( damn this turned out very long and angsty and soft all at the same time! Hope y’all like it!)

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What does Jazaiti social structure look like, irt mothers? Or like, what role do they play

Some things to be clear on beforehand:

Child: a young Jazait is considered functionally genderless and occupies this age-gender group until puberty. A child is classified as a man when testes descend (though occupies a secondary ‘young man’ space until full completion of puberty). A child becomes a woman at completion of baseline female puberty (having a fully developed mane and having undergone a growth spurt). Man: gender assignment for adult individuals with a penis and testes. They will be wed to mothers. Woman: gender assignment for adult individuals with vaginas who do NOT have active estrus cycles. Most will remain women throughout their lives and be unwed, some will become mothers. Mother: gender assignment for individuals with vaginas who DO have active estrus cycles (considered a mother regardless of if they have actually had children or not). A woman can become a mother and all mothers were once women, but these are distinct and separate gender roles. Elder mother: not a specific gender role- a post-fertile mother who no longer has an active estrus cycle. Clanmother: not a specific gender role- the current eldest mother in any given clan, who acts as its leader.

In typical elowey development, sexually mature males + nonreproductive females are minimally dimorphic, and sexual traits apart from genitalia are usually indistinct. Average size and build is approximately the same, females tend to have larger cuspids. The most strongly dimorphic feature is in scent, with most adult males and females having distinct smells.

Reproductive females on the other hand are more strongly dimorphic- there is typically an additional growth spurt and gain of body fat/muscle, voices deepen, manes grow longer and thicker, nipples grow longer and some breast tissue is accumulated (though not as much as humans, elowey only have fully developed breasts during lactation). Their scent is also distinct from males and nonreproductive females.

All elowey undergo puberty that results in an individual becoming sexually mature and physiologically capable of reproduction, but the estrus/ovulation cycles of females are hormonally suppressed by proximity of a reproductive female. A female’s estrus cycle will initiate on its own with time in the absence of a reproductive female, and will be directly initiated through sexual activity. Non-reproductive females will typically have a sex drive equivalent to a reproductive female when not in estrus- sex may be desirable in being physically pleasurable or as an act of affection, but baseline libido levels are low. Hormonal suppression cannot completely preclude the initiation of estrus (though will typically cause it to be irregular) and would be supplemented by behavioral suppression (the socially dominant reproductive female preventing others from mating) in pre-behaviorally modern ancestors. Instinct towards behavioral suppression often translates into social control of female sexual activity in elowey cultures, but this is not universal.

(^^The baseline physiology described here is universal to elowey, not just Jazait)

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Jazait culture is mother-matriarchal, in which mothers are socially and politically dominant to men and women. All women have the potential to become mothers, but most never will, and only inherit the dominant social status upon this occurring. Being a mother is reckoned as a blessed, elevated state and one that is purely natural to occupy positions of strength and leadership, with related men and women being better suited for supporting roles and exacting her will.

Mothers have greater religious status in society and are deemed to be beings made in the sun-mother's image, who is the creator god in Jazaiti religious belief (accompanied by one other (non-creator) god, the moon-father(s), understood as one and three beings and her husband(s)). Their fertility is reckoned as being a gift from the sun-mother. This blessing extends beyond procreation and allows for mothers to work through the sun-mother to encourage needed growth and new life (in fish stocks, livestock, agriculture and forage, singing down the rains, etc). Jazaiti religion (and culture itself) is heavily decentralized, and a clanmother will be the spiritual leader of any given family group and will impart accumulated religious knowledge of generations onto her descendants.

The use of scent glands has strong applications in Jazait culture, particularly in the case of a clanmother. A clanmother will undergo a yearly ceremony in which she journeys around the limits of her clan's land and applies wrist gland secretions along the way, enforcing a protective ring that dissuades the entrance of evil spirits and forms a metaphysical boundary, a sense of 'here' and 'there'. She will also mark the faces of newborn children as means of fully initiating and accepting them into the clan. In any case where a person, place, or thing needs spiritual enforcement as belonging to a clan, this task falls to the clanmother. Any mother's scent is regarded as having properties of blessing, particularly in association with fertility.

A mother's status will generally be passed onto her eldest daughter upon completing rites of initiation, who will be wed and move out of her mothers household (thus eliminating hormonal suppression and allowing for sexual contact to more rapidly initiate estrus). The clanmother has the ultimate say in whether other daughters can become mothers, and will make this decision on a variety of factors- reading the will of the sun-mother, their own opinion on the daughter's suitability for the role, political strategy and necessity (or lack thereof) for additional marriages with another clan, and material concerns of territory and sustenance (a clan can only sustain so many families, with only the wealthiest and most powerful clans having many mothers therein).

This society has a clan system wherein the eldest mother (usually past reproductive age) has the primary and final say in the affairs of her clan. Her husbands will be considered clanfathers and have an elevated rank among other men in the clan. Clans follow a rank hierarchy of clanmother > mothers > clanfathers > husbands > women and unwed men > children.

The number of men is highly disproportionate to the number of mothers, and as such most marriages are polyandrous. One’s number of husbands is usually directly proportionate to one’s wealth, both in indicating access to resources to sustain a large family, and in practical measure, as a dowry is paid to the mother of each male spouse. Husbands will be absorbed into their wife’s clan (though this establishes ties and responsibilities with his former clan), and kinship is matrilineal and makes no distinction between children of different husbands.

A child’s biological father will often be circumstantially known, but this direct relation is not of great importance as each husband is considered a father to all associated children. Due to potential ambiguity in fatherhood and purely matrilineal descent, extramaritial affairs are not of substantial consequence and resulting children will not be considered bastards, but this this is generally frowned upon as lowly and undignified behavior.

Clans are typically very large and spread widely with clan-affiliated families occupying vast territories. Different mothers in the same clan do not directly interact on a regular basis and typically only assemble for festivities and rites, or to discuss matters of utmost importance in person. They will instead use their husbands as messengers (often one husband ends up specifically designated as a messenger, which is a loosely esteemed status as this will often indicate the greatest trust and affection).

The Jazait have no specified warrior culture (this doesn’t mean conflict is nonexistant, just that there is no strongly developed traditions surrounding it). Most women and men will have learned basic self defense and will know how to handle a spear or knife, and will fill roles of warriors in times of conflict. Mothers tend to be protected from directly engaging in combat, and will act as commanders and mediators in all but the most dire of circumstances. Mothers entering combat is a common narrative motif in Jazait storytelling and folklore, used to demonstrate the profound gravity of a conflict.

All members of a family/clan participate in childcare, with married men and mothers being the primary childrearers and the most involved in the domestic sphere and near the home (producing textiles, cooking, farm labor, etc). Women perform the majority of non-domestic labor (in traditional subsistence, this will be fishing, leviathan hunting, foraging, and some herding). This is not itself a gendered role and is partially just pragmatism- most women will go their entire lives without becoming mothers (and will thus be unmarried), while most men will be married, so there’s a greater proportion of women available for tasks away from the home.

The sexual behavior of men and especially women is strongly controlled. Men are expected to solely engage in potentially reproductive behavior with mothers, and women are expected to engage in no sexual behavior with men whatsoever (unless in the context of becoming mothers, as dictated and approved by their own). A woman who becomes pregnant without her mother's consent will technically become a mother (as this act will have been in the context of the estrus cycle self-initiating via sexual contact, and the resulting physical changes will occur), but this is deeply shameful and the theft of a great gift, and will typically result in her exile from the clan, and she and her children being clanless (conceptually close to ‘bastard’ status). This status is effectively permanent and may be socially and materially devastating, depriving the mother and child from their support network and the core unit of Jazait society. The only potential salvation occurs if the father’s clanmother makes the decision to accept the clanless child (and sometimes mother) into her own clan.

Clanless Jazait often form their own communities as means for mutual support, or may be strongly driven to turn to finding work amid other peoples as means of supporting themselves and their children. A significant proportion of Jazait who participate in Imperial Wardi society are clanless, and most established Jazait diasporic communities are at least partly Wardinized- no communities at large are fully assimilated into Wardi culture, but most participate in Wardi-esque marriage patterns as a means of sustaining their communities in this different cultural/subsistence context, and many have adopted syncretic Jazaiti-Wardi faith systems.

There is no direct stigma towards homosexual behavior, though it will be seen as more natural between women (having no other sexual outlets) than between men. While homosexual behavior itself is unstigmatized, men and mothers are fully expected to play reproductive roles in a marriage, and women tasked with becoming mothers (which will involve sexual activity with a man via their first husband) have little say in the matter.

The conceptualization of gender is a strict trinary, with no specified roles that divergence from the man - woman - mother construction. The status of intersex people depends on their variation- many intersex traits will go unnoticed or interpreted as infertility (especially due to minimal sexual dimorphism between males and non-reproductive females), and others tend to be interpreted as negative physical abnormalities.

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Eris Week 2023 Official Masterlist

Hey everyone! I am SO excited to participate in Eris Week and to get ahead of the game, I will post the names and summaries of the fics I'll be writing so that everyone can find them easily! (All things labeled with a * are smut!)

The things that are bolded and underlined in the picture above are the prompts I will be using that day and yes, some days there will be two fics because I couldn't just pick one! I hope you guys are as excited about this as I am <3

As always, thank you so much for reading, liking, reblogging, talking, and just anything that you all do to support my fics. This community is amazing and I love all of you.

(Also tagging @erisweek2023! I encourage all of you to participate in it!)

Sunday | Family

As you go into labor Eris is taken back to when his mother went into labor with Lucien, especially as the same problem seems to arise. When you reach out your hand for him to stay, will he take it or will he be just like his father?

(Eris x Reader fic) (POSTED)

Monday | High Lord

The day of Eris's coronation is finally here and as you go to position, you realize he is missing. After calming everyone's panic you go off in search of him and realize just how nervous your soon-to-be High Lord truly is.

(Eris x Reader fic) (POSTED)

Monday (pt. 2) | Heir*

A recent concoction has hit the fae market that is said to bring about your primal instincts in order to help fertility. When Eris first suggests it you laugh, thinking it is just another herb or supplement, until you both drink it and realize just how primal it reverts you to.

(Smut, Aphrodisiac, Knot, Primal Play, Alpha/Omega vibes)

(Eris x Reader fic) (POSTED)

Tuesday | Secrets*

Eris is visiting the Court of Nightmares to keep in touch with things now that he is officially High Lord of Autumn. As he mingles he is introduced to a lovely vixen who, despite Eris's resistance, takes no hints to his distaste. While Eris tries to search for a way out he catches the eye of a Shadowsinger who is none too pleased about the wandering hands touching what is his, even if in secret.

(Smut, Secret Relationship, Dom/Sub dynamic)

(Eris x Azriel) (POSTED)

Wednesday | Autumn Equinox

On the dawn of your mating ceremony to Eris, the same day as the Autumn Equinox, you are in a daze as you remember everything that has led you to this moment. And when you see Eris waiting for you at the end of the aisle, crown of leaves and thorns atop his head, you realize there is no one else for you.

(Eris x Reader fic)

Thursday | Dancing

It is the day you are meant to be introduced to court, to show yourself off to the countless suitors of the Autumn Court, but there is one problem. You cannot dance. Lucky for you, however, that a certain red-headed heir is willing to teach you despite his disdain for you. Or is it something else?

(Eris x Reader fic)

Friday | Arranged Marriage*

Against all odds of this arranged marriage between you and the future High Lord of Autumn, you had hoped that something could blossom between the two of you. You wanted that fairytale you had been sold on so when he refuses to meet your gaze, talk with you, and even go as far as flirting with other women in court, you are left with no other option but to engage your attention to other men. As it turns out, your husband can dish it but cannot take it when you enjoy the company of three mortal men.

(Smut, Arranged Marriage, Outdoor Sex, Jealousy)

(Eris x Reader Fic)

Friday (pt. 2) | Modern AU*

Despite being at the top of your class, popular, and having everything you ever wanted, there was a thorn in your side that you just couldn't get rid of named Eris Vanserra. You were academic rivals and although he seemed like a golden boy with his perfect hair and pressed clothes, you were about to see a whole different side as the two of you are paired up for a project that required meeting outside of school hours.

(Smut, Academic Rivals, Dom/Sub, College!AU, Spitting, Spanking, Daddy Kink)

(Eris x Reader fic)

Saturday | Free Day*

Eris had been uptight since you were children and finally, as you were now both adults, you decided to put your foot down and have him relax. And although your methods are unconventional, the two of you soon find yourselves basking in a room of hazy smoke and unspoken feelings that are about to come to light.

(Smut, Stoned Sex, Drugs, Intense, High Sex)

(Eris x Reader fic)

[peach-and-bugs]

💚Bean Sprout - Lottie Matthews x fem!Reader💚

ch 1 - chapter 2 - ch 3

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disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Summary: You've been happily married to Charlotte Matthews for some odd years now, but it feels like it's time to take a step in a new direction together... aka mama!Lottie

Warnings: suggestive conversation & implication, insecurity

Word Count: 1,346

A/N: Hello Loves, we're back with more Mama!Lottie! I kept this one on the shorter side compared to most chapters I write, but this one kinda ended pretty naturally and I didn't feel like forcing more into it. As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 💚

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General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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Of course, a much longer conversation was had, and after a few weeks of intense organization, you both moved on to talking with doctors about your options. You agreed together that you’d carry, seeing as you were younger. You’d argued that 34 wasn’t all that much younger compared to 38, but Lottie had only laughed, shaking her head. It had been some time now, and you'd had begun taking a wide variety of supplements as you started tracking your cycle to get the IVF going. 

On this evening, you were lying flat on your back on the couch, flipping through a binder of potential male donors that the clinic had given you to look through held over your head. Lottie moved into the living room from the kitchen, carrying two mugs of tea with her. She set one down on the coffee table in front of you before she tapped at your feet, silently asking you to scoot. You lifted your feet but didn’t look up from the binder. 

“This is so weird,” You grumbled. Lottie sat at the other end of the couch with her feet up on the coffee table as she moved your feet across her lap. 

“What’s weird, love,” she hummed, taking a sip of her still-steaming tea. She’d been brewing raspberry tea all week partly because of its boost for fertility but also just because she loved the flavor with honey. You sighed, turning through to another page of the binder, your eyes scanning over strange men’s faces and credentials for why you should pick them.

“Flipping through this book just to choose who we’ll use to make our baby,” you scrunched your nose at the wording with a scowl that made Lottie chuckle into her cup. “I wish you could just get me pregnant,” You mused under your breath as you flicked through the binder again, only to look away once more when you heard Lottie hum.

“I’d be lying if I didn’t think about that,” you perked up at the admission, dropping the binder to your stomach as you looked up at her with an arched brow. 

“Oh, have you now?” you mused with a wicked grin. Lottie realized her mistake and refused to look up from her cup, now taking another long sip in an attempt to shield her eyes. The binder was forgotten and slipped onto the coffee table as you moved from you’re lying position. You readjusted, sitting up on your knees beside your wife, the proximity being enough for her to feel your breath fanning over the skin of her neck. Still, she didn't look up, her eyes trained on the cup in her hands as she stirred it with the tiny metal spoon she’d brought with her. 

“Charlotte,” you murmured her full first name in that sing-song tone you so often use. She both loved and hated when you'd do that because, on the one hand, she adored the sound of her voice leaving your lips, but on the other, she knew what game you were playing. You grinned and took the cup out of her hands, moving to the coffee table beside your own because it had become quite offensive the amount of attention it was getting as opposed to you. You could hear Lottie swallow as you moved to straddle your thighs over her lap, arms looping ever naturally around her neck as you tilted your head with an innocent look. 

“Tell me about it,” you mused, batting your eyelashes as she looked up at you as though she’d been caught in your headlights. You ran your fingertips over her forehead, brushing away loose hair that obstructed your view of her, your ever-beautiful wife who’d grown shy at her admission. You knew Lottie had a lot of thoughts when it came to this pregnancy, not all of them being the most innocent.

She rarely ever talked about it, but it had come up long before. Before you were married, even when she had been very drunk one night, her loose lips had let it slip that the thought of her partner carrying a baby, well, specifically your baby, together, was quite exciting, but not only because of the anticipation. She’d felt horrible the next morning, having realized what she’d said, which led you both down a long rabbit hole of conversation to normalize and help her feel better, that thinking that way about your partner was completely normal, and you found the idea quite flattering. 

You knew that given the current conversation buzzing around the house, some of those thoughts and feelings could potentially be found fronting in her mind, though she hadn’t said anything about it till now. And though you now questioned her in a way that made it clear you also found her thought arousing, she held her tongue, keeping her fantasy to herself, much to your disappointment, but you weren't going to push. 

“Well, if you aren't going to tell me, at least help me pick a baby daddy, won’t you?” that phrasing caught her attention now, and you felt her arms snake around your hips, tugging you into her ever so slightly as her eyes found yours with a scrunch in her brow. 

“We aren’t calling him that,” there was a hushed harshness to her insistence that you relished in, biting your lip as you laughed. Without another word, you leaned in and kissed her lips but retreated before any heat could be added. “What was that,” Lottie asked, finally smiling with a curious crook in her brow.

“I like it when you get jealous,” you murmured, pecking at her cheek as you leaned away to reach for the binder again. 

“I wasn’t jealous-” she began to argue as you readjusted yourself over her lap, now letting your legs stretch over the couch as you’re back rested against the arm of the couch. Lottie’s right arm curled around your side while her other hand found its place comfortably over your thigh as you presented her with the binder. 

“Anyways, how do we even choose a doner when we haven't picked an egg yet,” Lottie asked, changing the subject. You pressed your lips in a frown. Neither of you had considered that portion yet. 

“I mean, it doesn’t matter to me. The doctor said we could use either of our eggs,” you recalled. You looked up at your wife to notice a fleeting unsureness in her gaze. “Does that worry you?” you blinked up at her. She faltered as she began to speak, her hand aimlessly starting to rub at your back as she considered her words. 

“I do worry about using my eggs, yes,” she eventually managed. You wanted to urge her to elaborate till it dawned on you. 

“Lot, are you worried about passing your mental illness to the baby?” She didn’t have to answer to verify your suspicion. “Well, we can always use my eggs and find someone similar to you as our donor. That way, it feels more like an even mix, you know?” you brushed your thumb over the apple of her cheek. “Plus, that’ll shrink our pool of candidates and make picking a donor easier,” She seemed relieved by how seamlessly you could solve her worries, though she still had concerns. 

“But I worry it’ll feel more like you’re having a baby,” she murmured, her eyes fleeting from yours once more. You turned her chin with your hand, giving her a scowled look. 

“Lottie. Regardless of who’s carrying or who’s dna is being used, this is our baby. Yours and mine because we’re the ones going through this pregnancy together, and we’ll be the ones raising this child when it’s done, ok?” She sighed, and you could feel her relax under your touch, taking your hand in hers to kiss your fingertips, silently giving you her thanks for understanding. You smiled, letting go of a satisfied breath through your nose before turning back to the binder. 

“Now help me pick a sperm donor so we can get this show on the road,”

[kemetic-dreams]

Maca root is a cruciferous vegetable native to the Andes mountains of Peru that is used in supplements and dietary supplements: 

What it isMaca root, also known as Lepidium meyenii or "Peruvian ginseng", is the root of a vegetable that is related to broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, and kale. 

BenefitsSome say maca root can help with sexual function, libido, energy, fertility, and erectile dysfunction. Others say it may help with mood, anxiety, blood pressure, and sun damage. 

HistoryIndigenous people of the Andes have used maca root for centuries as a food source and traditional remedy. 

IngredientsMaca root contains fiber, vitamins, minerals, and bioactive compounds like macamides, macaridine, alkaloids, and glucosinolates. 

ProductsMaca root is available in supplements and dietary supplements, such as capsules and powders. 

ResearchThere is not enough human-based research to fully support the uses of maca root

Maca root, a cruciferous vegetable native to Peru, has been traditionally used for its various health benefits. Here are some of the potential benefits of maca root: 

Sexual Health: 

May improve libido and sexual desire in both men and women. 

May enhance fertility and sperm quality in men. 

May alleviate menopausal symptoms such as hot flashes and night sweats. 

Hormonal Balance: 

May help regulate hormone levels and improve hormonal balance, especially in women.

May reduce symptoms of premenstrual syndrome (PMS).

Bone Health: 

May increase bone mineral density and reduce the risk of osteoporosis.

Energy and Endurance: 

May provide a boost in energy levels and improve athletic performance.

May help reduce fatigue and stress.

Mood and Cognitive Function: 

May improve mood and reduce symptoms of depression and anxiety.

May enhance cognitive function and memory.

Other Potential Benefits: May have antioxidant and anti-inflammatory properties, May protect against cardiovascular disease, and May improve gastrointestinal health. 

Note: It's important to note that most of these benefits are based on limited scientific evidence. More research is needed to confirm these effects. Additionally, consult with a healthcare professional before consuming maca root, especially if you have any underlying medical conditions or are taking any medications. 

[chuckeroo777]

Dungeon Meshi Volume 12 Part 2

Things keep getting hairier! And slimier. Let's see what happens next!

Gold star for effort guys.

But, a paratenic host is one in which the parasite doesn't actually do anything. But in this analogy, it's the only one you actually parasitised.

Tags: Feral Pred, Willing to Unwilling prey, Full Tour, Non-Fatal

Well well well, if it isn't the consequences of my actions.

Also, did the Lion already eat her hair desires, or is she just too flustered currently to bother?

See? Chilchuck said Dwarves live 2.5 times longer than Tall-men. If their average is 200, that makes Tall-men's 80. Kinda makes the Half-foot thing kinda pointless if it's only a 17% difference from Tall-men.

Uh, okay? Why? In the demon backstory chapter, it's suggested that wishes caused the changes in lifespan, but how did they do that without enveloping the world like Marcille wants to do? I

According to the adventurer's bible, Tall-men can produce fertile offspring with Ogres or Half-foots. Do these hybrids have longer lifespans? Wait, she specifies long-lived, so I guess not?

Izutsumi knows bullshit when she hears it. Seriously though, the lion continues to spit smoke. We know exactly what the lion will do once it escapes. It's not using half truths, it's just straight up lying that it wants to help Marcille with her goal.

An important image.

Yes Izutsumi. That's generally how it works. You'd know if you actually knew your parents.

The plot thickens.

Ooh, is Chilchuck making lasagna?

Laios gets real handsy when the monster is passive. Actually, since doppelgangers rely mainly on chromatic illusions, shouldn't it feel off? Maybe they supplement it with actual illusion magic.

If I remember correctly, she really liked the dryad pottage. She even has Dryads as a major portion of the army she's raising. I also spotted some elephants in the wide shot. Do those ever show up later?

A precious image.

Geez Marcille, at least stir in some butter and garlic salt.

Also, rare footage of Marcille not wearing that stupid choker.

Marcille. This is a sad scene. Stop making me laugh during your trauma.

There is something deeply funny about Izutsumi being the most worldly of these idiots. I mean, it makes sense. Senshi spent most of his life on the island, Laios is young and doesn't pay attention, and Chilchuck has always lived in urban areas. Meanwhile, Izutsumi has been shunted from owner to owner her whole life.

When you roll an abject failure, but the DM wants to move things along anyway.

Wouldn't you be hungry if this was the first non-monster food you had eaten in weeks?

I love the silly shit this manga pulls sometimes. Everyone literally just refers to it as "the island".

Agreed, it's very silly. But more importantly, what kind of magic nonsense allows a three-way meeting between a fairy, a crystal ball, and a telephone?

Actually, the dungeon is acting more like a slime right now, attempting to flip its digestive system to envelop external prey.

Lots of short chapters this volume, but the density is high! We might end up with four posts on this one! See you in a bit!

[whibleysims]

"Thanks for coming, Dr. Hill."

"My pleasure."

Kathy missed Reginald III's quick flash of a sympathetic smile as he and Dr. Hill sat down around her.

Once he was seated, Dr. Hill began quietly pulling out some papers from his briefcase.

"So it's not good news," Reginald III guessed.

[Author's note: TW infertility below the cut.]

"No, I'm afraid not," Ethan Hill replied. "I'm sorry to say, but according to Kathy's test results -- those are them, there, on the table -- the chances of a pregnancy resulting in a good outcome for both mother and child are, unfortunately, extremely slim."

"But surely we have options?" Reg III asked.

"Indeed you do! And I came prepared to discuss those options with you extensively today."

"Where do we start?"

"Well, what I'd like to recommend is a simple change in diet and some vitamin supplements, but we'll need stronger measures in this case."

"No drugs," Kathy interrupted.

Reg III frowned. "We haven't heard what he has to say yet."

"We could organize a treatment plan of--" Ethan tried, but was quickly cut off again:

"No treatment plans," she shook her head and held her stomach.

"Kathy!" her husband hissed.

"If we can't do it naturally then I'm not interested," she explained with a pained expression. "It's not right otherwise."

"Kathy, it may comfort you to know that a lot of women in your position feel that way. What you're feeling is normal--uncomfortable, but normal. The truth of the matter is that fertility treatments are becoming more and more necessary for modern women to have children. There's absolutely nothing wrong about it."

"And we don't want to waste Dr. Hill's time," Reg III added. "Besides, I actually want to hear our options."

"Fine," she huffed, "but you know how I feel."

"And you know how my family feels about having a heir."

"Excuse me?"

"We want kids, don't we?"

"Tch!"

"Infertility can be incredibly stressful on the relationship," Ethan offered. "This is normal, too."

Reginald III and Dr. Hill continued to discuss the sensitive topic as though it didn't pull at the threads keeping Kathy's heart in one piece. Pretty soon the men started talking as though she wasn't sitting in the same room as them.

So she watched the snow flurries fly in the wind and thought about what Sarah said.

Then she wondered about her own mother, feeling guilty that Kathy's own recent medical obstacles kept her from visiting. She made a private plan to change that soon.

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Infertility case is increasing in all over world. The main causes of this is change our life style, foods, hight stress level etc. Around 10% - 15% is facing to infertility problems.

Causes in Men:

• Low sperm count: The man ejaculates a low number of sperm. A sperm count of under 15 million is considered low. Around one third of couples have difficulty conceiving due to a low sperm count.

• Low sperm mobility (motility): The sperm cannot “swim” as well as they should to reach the egg.

• Abnormal sperm: The sperm may have an unusual shape, making it harder to move and fertilize an egg.

• Genetic factors: A man should have an X and Y chromosome. If he has two X chromosomes and one Y chromosome, as in Klinefelter’s syndrome, the testicles will develop abnormally and there will be low testosterone and a low sperm count or no sperm.

• Mumps: If this occurs after puberty, inflammation of the testicles may affect sperm production.

• Hypospadias: The urethral opening is under the penis, instead of its tip. This abnormality is usually surgically corrected in infancy. If the correction is not done, it may be harder for the sperm to get to the female’s cervix. Hypospadias affects about 1 in every 500 newborn boys.

• Cystic fibrosis: This is a chronic disease that results in the creation of a sticky mucus. This mucus mainly affects the lungs, but males may also have a missing or obstructed vas deferens. The vas deferens carries sperm from the epididymis to the ejaculatory duct and the urethra.

• Radiation therapy: This can impair sperm production. The severity usually depends on how near to the testicles the radiation was aimed.

• Some diseases: Conditions that are sometimes linked to lower fertility in males are anemia, Cushing’s syndrome, diabetes, and thyroid disease.

Causes in Women:

• Age: The ability to conceive starts to fall around the age of 32 years.

• Smoking: Smoking significantly increases the risk of infertility in both men and women, and it may undermine the effects of fertility treatment. Smoking during pregnancy increases the chance of pregnancy loss. Passive smoking has also been linked to lower fertility.

• Alcohol: Any amount of alcohol consumption can affect the chances of conceiving.

• Being obese or overweight: This can increase the risk of infertility in women as well as men.

• Eating disorders: If an eating disorder leads to serious weight loss, fertility problems may arise.

• Diet: A lack of folic acid, iron, zinc, and vitamin B-12 can affect fertility. Women who are at risk, including those on a vegan diet, should ask the doctor about supplements.

• Exercise: Both too much and too little exercise can lead to fertility problems.

• Sexually transmitted infections (STIs): Chlamydia can damage the fallopian tubes in a woman and cause inflammation in a man’s scrotum. Some other STIs may also cause infertility.

• Exposure to some chemicals: Some pesticides, herbicides, metals, such as lead, and solvents have been linked to fertility problems in both men and women. A mouse study has suggested that ingredients in some household detergents may reduce fertility.

• Mental stress: This may affect female ovulation and male sperm production and can lead to reduced sexual activity.

• Surgery: Pelvic surgery can sometimes cause scarring or damage to the fallopian tubes. Cervical surgery can sometimes cause scarring or shortening of the cervix. The cervix is the neck of the uterus.

• Submucosal fibroids: Benign or non-cancerous tumors occur in the muscular wall of the uterus. They can interfere with implantation or block the fallopian tube, preventing sperm from fertilizing the egg. Large submucosal uterine fibroids may make the uterus’ cavity bigger, increasing the distance the sperm has to travel.

• Endometriosis: Cells that normally occur within the lining of the uterus start growing elsewhere in the body.

• Previous sterilization treatment: In women who have chosen to have their fallopian tubes blocked, the process can be reversed, but the chances of becoming fertile again are not high.

Homeopathy has very effective medicines for these problems. And they give good results.