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Of course he knew. There was something about him and his comment back at her smart little remark almost made her laugh. But then she felt him pushing into her and suddenly other things became more important. A slight yelp escaped her lips as she found herself pushed forward with his body’s thrust. This was just about him; not about her and yet she couldn’t help that chill that caused goosebumps to form all across her skin. There was pleasure in this for her, more than she cared to admit.

A moan echoed trough the night. Anyone could see her and his words only made this more of a thrill. Two men she’d been with ever since the change in things, each time she’d enjoyed it and somehow she felt this time wouldn’t be different in terms of that but a whole other world in many other ways. Had this been a different surface than the hood of a car, surely her nails would have attempted to dig in just to have something to hold onto but there was nothing as instead it was her body and voice that let him know about everything. He needed her; this was his and nothing else.

The girl was hot, tight and he realized in this moment that he didn’t remember her name. Unless she didn’t give it to him. It really didn’t matter if he was honest. Her cunt was the element of her that mattered. Although ... he thought as he slipped his hands up to cup her breasts, she did have great tits too. 

But still the Need was driving him. It was hard to believe sometimes that there was a day not that long ago where sexual release was not mandatory, where he and his brothers had gone for long periods of time without needing to fuck. Wanting to? Sure. But needing to? No. 

Now, he couldn’t fathom it. He woke up with it. Getting one final ride in before bed was the only way to get a full night’s sleep. Bear had it particularly bad. Men with extra muscle mass always did. He averaged five times a day. His poor girlfriend had to quit her job just to get enough rest. Ubbe usually ventured between three and four depending on whether he had hit the gym that day. 

Pulling  the girl back until her head could roll back against his shoulder as he used her for the only part of her with any current value. Pressing his cheek to the side of her head, he groaned as he filled her in hard, aching thrusts. “Don’t touch yourself this time.... you can cum tomorrow. Tonight you are nothing but a sleeve.” 

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Ella and her Daddy

The next day dawned bright and cheerful. He looked down at the girl still on his chest. He could hear the soft sounds of her mouth sucking on the mouth trainer. Not her favourite but he liked how it helped her suck him off later. Plus he just liked listening to it. One day he wanted to train her to learn to sleep with the tip of his cock between her lips, like a pacifier. 

This morning, his cock was still deep in her pussy and her bottom was still filled with the plug, a rather large one if memory served. Probably reaching the maximum time that should be in, he thought with a sigh. Bear reached low enough to work it out of Ella’s bottom, making her whimper and wriggle on his cock just a little. Bear dusted a kiss over the tip of her nose and then tapped the end of the mouth trainer. “We’re going to leave that in for a bit longer.” He murmured, his voice sleepy and rough sounding. His arms circled her small body and he began to move in her, thrusting up into her as she was pinned onto his chest.

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A soft giggle filled the air, Ella wriggling under him as she blushed. The female leaned in, whispering, as though it was a secret, “Daddy, guess what?” she paused, “Shhh, but I like it, too.” One of the things Ella loved about him is that she could be herself. She could allow herself to sink into Little space fully, to stay there if she wanted - and usually she liked it best. She was safe with him. Pressing a kiss to his lips, “Daddy takes very good care of his baby girl, always.” Before she could add anything more, though, he was pressing into her heated pussy. Gasping, Ella’s thigh muscles clenched, legs pulling up to press against his hips, taking a moment to lift up and wrap around his waist. 

Remaining still, she waited as he started out slowly, pulling out almost fully, pushing in again, repeating those movements. It helped her little form stretch to him, though she usually didn’t take long to adjust anymore. Her body was used to him now. Her hips began to roll up against him, meeting his thrusts, pulling heated moans from the female. “D-Daddy, Daddy feels, feels so good,” she stumbled over the words, having a hard time thinking through them as he kept thrusting into her. Nodding, she didn’t fully absorb what he was saying, simply agreeing with it, “Need you, need-need Daddy, ooh,” she faded into a sharp gasp, nails sinking into his back with his harder pace. Her head tipped back into the pillow, hiking her legs higher up on his waist, lips parted with her pants and moans.

Bear fucked his Ella without mercy, knowing her little body, bruised and battered though it was, could take everything he could dish out. He slammed into her little pussy, driving his cock in as deeply as he could, forcing her moans from her throat. “Cum baby ... cum one more time for daddy and then you can have a sleep, okay?” he murmured against her pink lips as he rose up a little further so he could watch her. Watch as he fucked her through another orgasm. “Show daddy what a good girl you are.” he murmured as he waited. Only when she was cumming did he let himself fill her with hard, ropey jerks, bruising her tiny body as he did so. He fell to the side of her, panting himself. “Good girl, baby ... such a good little girl.” He praised as he ran a broad hand over her well-fucked sex.

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The petite blonde moved through the house, following the sounds that, out of her, would be all too familiar, and in place. But, standing in the kitchen door, she let bare feet rest against the tile as she watched them from the side, her teeth catching her lip. Yet, there was no show of jealousy there: she knew she was late. But it worried her: the other blonde was innocent, and probably hadn’t known what she was in for. “I’m sorry,” she spoke, but half-hoped her voice would get lost in the other’s moans.

It had been ingrained in her: she was meant for this, and the moment his finger began to toy with such a sensitive spot, she let out of soft moan of pleasure, not even bothering to look at Meadow as the girl walked in, near a head shorter than Yara’s long frame. They were so vastly different that she’d wondered if she was even his type for so very long. Slender hands ran the strength of his shoulders as she nodded, bright hazel eyes still on his face. “Yes sir,” she spoke, arching her back a little to get a better angle, trying to increase her own pleasure for a moment, the feeling that she was going to be split apart any second still immense. “I shouldn’t have teased you. I don’t deserve it,” she spoke through soft whimpers, one of her legs hooking his waist now.

Bear didn’t look over at Meadow yet. He would explain how things had changed in a bit. Explain to her that it was time for her to come off her birth control and that he was going to be a little more strict with her from now on. But for now, Yara had all his focus and energy. He fucked into her roughly, his control slipping now as he pushed that bit deeper. 

“You are a naughty tease.” He whispered, enjoying her little whimpers and sweet sounds. “You deserve this ... to be used and ridden. To serve ... I was foolish to let you go for so long. It is not a mistake I am making any more. You are mine.” He growled as he looked down at the petite woman taking him. He couldn’t hold on much longer. She was too tight and this felt just too damn good. With an unsteady shift in movement, he started to ride her harder, riding her through his orgasm as he shuddered above her. Finally he slumped into a dining room chair, his softening cock still buried in Yara’s tight pussy. 

Only then did he look over at Meadow. “Come here, my little one.” He murmured as he held out a hand toward her, his breathing still heavy from recent release. “We are going to be making some new rules now and it is time for you to be a good girl. It is time for you to be bred.”

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He was forward and she could tell that he knew better about what he wanted than most men she’d been with. Then again; most of those encounters were of a different kind than this one. The other times fun and pleasure had been the goal but not now - this was something entirely different. ❝ —- Alright! ❝ Lara had followed, had listened and yet the smirk hadn’t left her eyes as she looked at him when instructions were given. In the end, surely they were both in for surprises.

The brunette turned, moving as told and then simply awaiting for whatever else was to come. Lara didn’t know his name, perhaps she didn’t even care about it. Her skirt was moving in the wind, leaving hints of a tingle on her skin as curiosity made her burn with the desire to know what was next. Oh, whatever would he do?  ❝ —- Go ahead, it’s all yours. ❝

“I know.” He murmured as he reached up to flip up her little skirt, baring the globes of her pert bottom to all passing by. He didn’t give a fuck what they saw. As of the enforcement of the act, she was no longer a legal person. She was a cocksleeve and he planned to use her as one. 

Sliding his foot between her feet, he nudged them further apart as he unzipped his fly. He could feel that building and now familiar tingle. The one that craved to be satisfied. The Need. Nudging his cockhead against her entrance, he tested. She was a little wet but not really enough. But that didn’t stop him as he sheathed himself in her channel. Wrapping his hands around her hips, he pinned her into place. 

“Good girl ... that’s a good girl ... I needed this.” he whispered against her shoulder before starting to move, thrusting into her, wanting that little squeak. Pleasure or pain didn’t even matter anymore. He just wanted her to feel it as she bounced on his cock, where she belonged, where she deserved to be. 

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Cheryl awoke tied to a chair in a dark basement of some kind.  She groaned, her head pounding as she began to remember the events of the evening:  walking home in the dark, someone grabbing her from behind, a cloth smelling of chloroform pressed to her face.

She yanked hard at the ropes that bound her wrists behind her back.  “Hey!” she shouted angrily.  “Someone help!  Get me the hell out of here!”

Bear had been intrigued with her for a while. There was just something about the older woman. He tried talking to her but she paid him almost no attention. It killed him. He tried to get over it but he found himself thinking of her more and more. She became an obsession and an unhealthy one at that. The plan was the culmination of months of planning. The basement was well stocked and sound proof. He was the only occupant of the rental space above which was currently under renovation, covering the sounds of what went on while getting her here. Taking her was embarrassingly easy. She was so small, she could barely fight in his arms as he held the cloth to her nose, just long enough for her to fall asleep. Chloroform was risky to say the least. 

“Shhhh....” Bear murmured as he walked into the light surrounding the petite woman bound to the chair. He uncapped a small bottle of water and held it close to her lips. “Do you need a drink, my girl?” he asked quietly, gently.

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There was something weird about how things had changed but to her it would be her own path; a chance to do whatever she wanted within limits. Being more open to the idea only assured that. ❝ —- Well, Mr…, I don’t think I get to be busy, do I? ❝ Oh, she was open to the idea but that still meant certain limitations existed to someone even as positive about the change as her. With a smile she got up, excusing herself from her friend. ❝ —- Lead the way, I’ll follow. ❝

Lara McPhee had found that the adventure of a lifetime could be one or the other; depending on the view one allowed oneself to have of the world outside. Her brunette locks fell as she turned to her friends one more time to wave, reaching for her purse. Ready when you are, she thought.  

Ubbe was intrigued and he had to admit that he kind of wanted to test her positive attitude and see if it held up, even when he was balls deep in her pussy and planning another round. Because it wasn’t just their bodies they claimed, it was their time, their freedom. This pretty girl was about to find that out for herself.

He folded a hand around hers and led her from the restaurant and out into the parking lot. He didn’t bother asking her name. It wasn’t remotely important at this moment. He stopped next to the car and pulled her over to stand in front of him. “Bend over. Hands on the hood. Don’t move.” he ordered crisply and then waited, just to see what she would do. 

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A bright smile spread across her features at his words, “I’m glad cause I don’t ever want anyone else,” she admitted easily. Ella adored Bear, loved him, and couldn’t even begin to fathom life without him. Little fingers reached up to brush his cheek as lips pressed to her forehead before finding her own. She kissed him softly, tilting her head up as he made his way down her throat to her breasts. Already, her nipples were stiff, arching lightly against his fingers and mouth, “Daddy,” she moaned softly, hand finding its way into his hair. He could arouse her so easily, so quickly, making the girl ache for him. 

A blush fluttered across pale cheeks, giggling softly, “It’s cause of you, Daddy… always making me all … all tingly.” Teeth grasped her lower lip, wide eyes looking up at him, though the need was evident in her sweet features. Her body shifted, squirming a bit,”I… I want,I want you, Daddy, please,” she started out, that hint of shyness over trying to use her words. “Dadddyyy… no teasing, please, I, I always need you. I - I want, I want, you know,” the blush deepened some, arms wrapping around him, lightly pulling as if that would get him to move, to bury himself inside her. Lifting her head up, she pressed a kiss to his lips, “Please, Daddy?”

Ella was always so responsive, so giving. She didn’t understand how to hold back he had discovered. She was such a good girl. “I like making you tingly.” He teased before kissing her again. He enjoyed forcing her to acknowledge her own need. “I do know .. Daddy always knows... because he is the only one who knows how to take proper care of his baby Ella. And he wants you too.” He murmured against her lips as he pushed his cock into her core. There was no restraint. He filled her small body until he could move no further. 

Then he pulled back, almost all the way out before pushing in again. It was a long ride at first before settling into the deep thrusts, hard and fast that keep pushing that bit further until she was taking more than she really should be able to, given what a petite girl she was. “You feel so good on my cock Ella. I think we’re going to do a lot of cock warming this weekend. Daddy needs you.” He growled as he braced one hand on the headboard to ride her harder. He loved how she could take it. 

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His hands brought some form of comfort as she let her body relax around him, her head lolling back ever so slightly as she was stretched so far. Arching her back, the attention to soft flesh made her let out a soft, pleased sound. Listening to him, she nodded, letting her body relax, laying back on the counter now, any utensils moving with as she pushed them out of the way. Green eyes peered up at him, his slow thrust dragging out the slight pain she felt, but the moment he picked up in pace, in strength, she let out a pleased moan. Taking him over and over again, she rolled her hips, slender hand brushing down the curves of her body. “Thank you,” she managed to get out, letting the mixture of pain and growing pleasure cloud her head as her body finally relaxed, accepting him as she untensed. 

He felt her body grow softer and accepting but she was still so damned tight that he nearly spilled in her. He heard the front door open but didn’t look up. Meadow just in time and yet too late, he thought as he thrust into Yara hard enough to make her pretty breasts bounce enticingly. He moved again, for that bounce and that sweet tightness around his cock. Dragging a hand over her belly, he let his thumb come to rest over her clit before starting to circle it, nice and slow. He chuckled softly at her expression of gratitude, “What are you thanking me for, pretty one? Hmmm ... thanking your master for his cock? For sleeving you? For filling your belly with his babies?”

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Now this was a turn of events that Eve wasn’t expecting. She can’t entirely say that she was surprised, but she hadn’t been expecting it. All things considered, she was almost shocked that any attention had been directed her way to begin with. That said, she was sure she knew what he was getting at here. She wasn’t entirely sure if she had much of a say, but given how she’d otherwise gone ignored once she started “getting up there in years”, she wasn’t going to complain much, if at all. “Gotcha.” she answered, quickly downing what was left in the glass.

He was entertained by her immediate compliance. He liked the look of her as she rose to her feet. He slipped an arm around her shoulders, hand tracing over the top of her breast as they walked. His truck was out front and with only one drink under his belt, he felt comfortable driving. Problem was ... he wasn’t sure he wanted to wait until he was home so he was debating. Take her in the passenger seat? Make her kneel in the gravel beside the truck while he fucked her? In the truck bed? Or just have her suck him off on the road home? Decisions, decisions. “Are you wearing panties?” he asked as his hand dropped low enough to tug up her skirt to check for himself.

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The feel of that pleasure was still a shock to her, barely giving her a chance to register his own release. Her body shivered, though, against him, gasping softly at the sensation. Her slim form was mostly held up by him, grateful when he dropped down into a seat. He was still buried inside her, a dark red blush tinting her cheeks, especially as the cheers and applause filled the air. Effie felt so embarrassed, turning slightly to try to hide away which effectively had her turning towards Ivar. 

That was a benefit, allowing her to miss the men beginning to approach, crowd towards her. It would take a few more moments for the bracelet to register if this was successful. There was a low series of beeps, indicating that it was processing. His lips found hers, and she relented, returning the soft kisses. There was something comforting about the stranger, and it caused her to bury her face against the crook of his neck. Effie didn’t answer, at first, needing another moment of clueless bliss, unsure she could handle it if she wasn’t pregnant, simply because that meant she’d be passed around until one took. The thought had fingers grasping his arm tightly, nails almost sinking in from the fear of that, even her form was shaking slightly - though that could’ve been the aftershocks of her orgasm. “Please don’t let them pass me around,” she whispered barely audible enough for only Ivar’s ears. After a moment, though, she steeled herself, forcing herself to be brave. It was tempting to try to hide away, just tell him to look, but she didn’t want to be weak so she powered through her feelings. Head lifting, her wrist turned up towards herself and Ivar, the watch chiming as a single word flashed, pregnant. She never thought she’d be relieved to see that.

He was about to reply that he would have no right to stop them. She was in her fertile window and therefore public property until she conceived. But she knew that so he said nothing, still kissing her soft skin as she looked. Grinning broadly as he saw the confirmation pop up. To be honest, natural miscarriage was still a high risk at this point. First conception meant very little except she was now his. Even if she lost this one, he would have the right to take her again and again until she did carry his child to term.  

The others on the bus groaned and moved away. Fortunately for them the other girl did not initially conceive and was soon subject to a new attempt. The distraction meant that Ivar could gather himself and get this young woman off the train at the next stop. Once they were off the heat and sex soaked train, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close. “All right, you said you had little siblings, right? So we better get that situation sorted. Because honestly all I want to do right now is take you to bed and keep you there for the next week.” He whispered against her shoulder. “I know this wasn’t a great day for you ... but I am happy ... very happy ... I promise.” He dusted back soft strands of dark hair from her face. “If you need to cry though, I can give you a good spanking later so you can let it out.”

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Lucia shivered; his touch was intimate, and yet it felt mocking. Cruel, almost, or maybe that was her  mind playing tricks on her. His hands on her face made her flinch, and she tried not to look directly in his eyes, but Lucia couldn’t help herself. She was drawn in, his tone like honey, even if his words sent chills through the dark-haired woman’s body. Nothing you could’ve done, they said. No one can save you. Lucia knew, then, she was truly at the mercy of these two men, and her heart pounded, hard and fast. Both in fear and–something else. 

She nodded, stepping up and out of the tub, her movements feeling as if she wasn’t even doing them, but someone else. Like she was merely watching them happen. But maybe if she didn’t fight them, didn’t argue with them, they wouldn’t hurt her too much? They’d take what they wanted and leave, yes. So Lucia walked down the small hall, her bedroom just a few feet from the bathroom, up ahead to the right. 

She didn’t bother turning on the light. 

Ubbe and Ivar followed her, trailing after her. The blocker meant that even if she had a cell in here, it wouldn’t work. But they looked around for anything that would pose a danger. Ubbe had to admit he liked the proud way she walked, unbent by what was to come ... unbroken by the violence that was about to visit her. 

Ivar bound her small hands together and then looped it around the light fixture. “It isn’t strong so try not to wiggle too much during her spanking.” He taunted with a filthy laugh, the one designed to spark fear in her heart. Ubbe reached around her slim form and toyed with her pussy. “Hmmm ... well ... what is this?”

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Nikki made her way around the table, licking the cum from her lips, never once leaving her hands and knees as she crawled from cock to cock. She loved this, truth be told, and wondered why she hadn’t be exposed to this sort of thing before. Why had she tried to pretend otherwise when this was clearly so much better? 

As Nikki settled between Ivar’s thighs, already making to nuzzle at his cock, she paused only when he leaned down to speak to her. Her focus took a minute to draw from his cock, to focus solely on those words. But at the same time, once they did, Nikki couldn’t help the way her lips curled upwards at the corners, the way she felt a swell of anticipation and need, the way she felt a shiver race down her spine as she nodded. Nodded–and could only hope that ‘later’ was indeed something that came along rather quickly, too. Because of course she’d thank him for such treatment, thank him for every time he beat her and hurt her, for every time he used her and let her be used… 

Just like she’d thank each of these men for every thing they were doing to her, for letting her do to them, serving them, right now. 

“Mm-hmm,” Nikki purred, nuzzling right back against him, before she eyed him and his cock, soon going to work because she’d agreed. And that was all he’d needed, right? Her agreement. 

Ivar saw the brightness in her eyes and smiled, knowing he had selected perfectly. “Good girl ... just a little piece of trash ... aren’t you?” he teased warmly as his hand threaded through her dark hair. “It’s okay ... no need for any more decisions. You’re home now.” He whispered just to her as he felt her mouth go to work on his cock. 

The others were setting up, clearing away the dishes, stretching out the sheet over the picnic table in the yard, bringing out toy boxes with fun little cruel things they could use on her. Ivar had only in mind the wicked cat’o’nine tails he had in his personal toy box. The kind that would hurt her viciously and he knew she could take. He grunted, gasping as he held onto the table as he filled her mouth. She was so good at this. 

“Fuck me, Nikki. You have the best little slut mouth ...” He groaned as he took a few breaths to steady himself. Reaching for a bottle of water, he passed it to her. “Just a few sips to wash your mouth and then you need to go over to the picnic table. The one out on the grass. Stand in front of Dad ... he is going to strip you. He loves doing that to dirty girls like you.”

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It’d taken time, but Effie had grown to like Ivar, maybe even love him. He was good to her, to her siblings, and it was difficult to continue bearing those grudges when he treated the kids like they were his own. The older of the siblings were coming around, too, beginning to warm up to him as they saw Effie doing so, as well. It’d come to where the female was worried when he had to leave, to fight. This was the first time she’d felt such fear that he might not return. Words weren’t needed, he seemed to know it, offering her reassurance, a handful of kisses as they all watched him leave. It was a week or so later that she found out the news. She was pregnant. 

The first emotion to hit were nerves, even reluctance because she’s spent her life raising her siblings, something that had been difficult and a lot of work. Ivar, though, she knew he desired this more than anything, and she actually did want him to be happy. Knowing he was there, that he would help, it eased her. The female tried to keep it from the kids as long as possible, but it was hard to do so with some being more perceptive. Morning sickness wasn’t too bad, thankfully, but her appetite and ability to eat much of anything those first weeks was low. All she wanted was for Ivar to hurry up and return - but it was a long wait. 

Months passed, he was finally coming home. There was a soft rounding to her stomach that was small enough to hide with the right clothes, and she did, wanting to surprise him. They all greeted him when he returned, having a small celebration at their home with food and sweets. As the night moved on though, all the kids went to sleepovers, per Effie’s request to them days earlier. When it was finally the two of them, she exhaled slowly, “I have a surprise,” she looked up at him. Effie had been cautious not to let him feel her growing belly, which wasn’t easy. Fingers slipped to the back of her dress, unzipping it. The garment was short but flowing enough to cover her stomach, “I’m pregnant,” she informed him, letting the dress fall off her so he could see the gentle swell of her belly.

He missed them. All of them. He wasn’t sure they missed him or relished the freedom offered by his tour. The outer rim was a constant state of turmoil. Fortunately they had a dozen new prospects for the Hunt. This was a good thing, no matter how Effie felt about it. Ivar had no regrets and never would. He’d do it all again if given the opportunity.

But he had warmed to the family she had given them. First they were his responsibility but soon they became his heart. He loved the way the little ones looked to him for praise or a gentle word, how they would tell him stories of their days or listen to him as he read them nighttime tales. 

As he rolled into the house after the lengthy tour, he had to admit, he was amazed and saddened to see how they had grown without him there. Still, time under his official protection meant they were secure, well-fed and happy. He could see it. That confidence that came from knowing where you belong. He was a little hurt when the children all quickly departed to go elsewhere to spend the night. “None of them wanted to stay home with us?” he lamented quietly, missing the way the youngest curled her hand into his and looked at him with wide eyes. 

At the announcement of a surprise, he had to admit he was initially suspicious. It was rare a surprise went well in his opinion. “Oh?” Then her dress fell away and he could see it. The pregnancy. A baby. His baby.

Crossing the small space, he stopped in front of her and then slipped to his knees. A gentle kiss dusted over that swell. “Thank you Effie.” he whispered as he pressed his forehead to her abdomen. “Thank you for my family.”

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Open to: Female muses (college age or older)

Muse: Bear Ironside (Alexander Ludwig FC) but tbh it would be easy to flip to one of my other muses - fair warning though they are even dirtier than Bear

Premise: Step-sister is pregnant and well, if she’s already pregnant and wants him to keep her secret, there will be a price to pay. Alternative - it is in my sleeve universe and would rather my muse tag/claim her than who she thinks the baby-daddy is

Bear heard the sound from the other bedroom. He didn’t know his step-sister well if he was honest. Their parents had met and married long after he had started college. So it was a couple weeks here and there he was home but that was it. He liked his step-sister but she was always wrapped up with her own things so he couldn’t say they were particularly well ‘connected’. Still, when he heard tears from her room, he couldn’t just walk by like it was nothing. Especially in this instance when there was no one else at home and it was just the two of them for the night. “Hey?” he half-whispered through the door, “It’s just me. Are you all right?” He reached for the handle but still hesitated, “Is it okay if I come in?”

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Bela looked down after she nodded, swallowing lightly. Her teeth closed in her bottom lip as she listened to Bear speak, something in her body reacting to the promise of so many children. She had thought about it a lot: being tagged and having babies. One hand went to her stomach for a moment before she nodded at the instructions. 

“Yes, Sir.” She nodded again and carried the bowl to the table for the men, before she moved to sit at her own setting. Her cheeks were still flushed, but not so much with embarrassment as arousal as she let her mind wander to what would happen next. 

Of course, she was still nervous, she had never thought she would be for multiple men, but she was excited by the prospect of not only being a sleeve but also a breeder. She brushed a bit of hair from her face as she looked over her plate before turning her gaze to the men. 

As he ate, Bear’s hand dropped down to trace over Bela’s hair or even slide under her shirt to toy with her pink nipples. The conversation flowed around the table between the three brothers, dividing up snow storm chores, before drifting into her breeding schedule. Essentially they planned to deprive her of any form of birth control until she conceived and then go from there. Bela was not invited to participate and it didn’t occur to any of them to include her. Bela was now their property, even if Bear would be the one on her legal documents. 

Finally Ubbe started gathering up the dishes and thanking Bear for making breakfast. Ivar reached over to pinch Bela’s cheek. “Come on ... I need you before I go out to work.” he murmured quietly. “Come be a good little girl for me.” He patted the dining table in front of him, indicating where he wanted her to sit her little bottom. “We really should have taken you a couple years ago.”

Bear just laughed as he excused himself from the room, to go tidy the living room and begin bringing in wood from outside for the fireplace. The day had just begun and in particular, Bela’s new life had truly begun. She would get used to it. 

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