"Heh, I should set you up with my brother at this point. You two would make an adorable couple." She applies some blush to Sonata's cheeks. "Or I could keep you for myself..." She grins.
Jenny stared blankly at the result for a while before she got up. As she washed her hands in the sink she looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw herself grinning back at her. Why was she smiling? This was terrible news. She was married and having another man's child. Worse she had no idea whose it was! A happy giggle escaped her throat. Her clean hand covered her mouth while her other rested against her lower abdomen. She didn't know how she was going to tell Harold but she knew she had to. Quickly she returned to her doctor who drew some blood to confirm the test and sent her on her way. Upon seeing Harold in the waiting room she hugged him immediately. "Can we go home?" she asked.
"Whatever you say, bitch." Hammer grunts, and finally, she feels his cock twitching, and then her womb's filled up.
"Hey!" Harold clasps his arms around her, surprised at her reaction. "Everything alright? You look like you just won the lottery or something. You were all pale when you went in, now you're practically glowing. Sure, sure, let's go." He agrees, bemused. As they walk back to the apartment, they're unmolested, though she finds herself looking at the dealer in the alley, who winks as he notes the attention. Back inside, Harold looks at his wife. "So, evdrything alright?"
Jenny knew she had to plan telling him carefully. He wasn't ready for everything and she had to maneuver him around to it. This was delicate and if she wasn't careful she'd risk breaking their marriage. The prospect of which crushed her heart. She could broach the subject of his fantasy again, teasing him about how hot the idea was of her actually getting fucked by other men. The idea of actually having unprotected sex with her husband popped into her head but there was something about that thought that left a sinking feeling in her gut. But still caution and discretion were the names of the game here. "I'm pregnant."
Harold's jaw drops and he stares at her in wide eyed silence. "P-Pregnant? Wow..." He says, searching for words, and failing to find them, hugs her tight.
"Aaaaahn!" Vanessa squeals, throwing her head back as Hammer fills up her womb. "Aa...aaaahn!" Making the heiress shudder as she feels an orgasm hit her soon after, "Mmmmmh!" Her eyes roll back into her head. Before she collapses on top of Hammer, her soft breasts being squished against his hard chest.
Surprised at first, Jenny hugged him back tight. Tears welled up in her eyes and she sobbed once before she looked up at him, still smiling. "I love you."
"Aaah... aaahn... am... noot..." Vanessa whines in a weak, exhausted tone. Breathing heavily as she tries to recover.
In response, Harold simply wipes her eyes and kisses her hard, his tight grip on her not abating. "It'll be complicated, given our jobs, but I've always wanted this, baby."
"Me too." she replied but was a little confused at just how well he was taking the news. Tentatively, she reached out with her powers to probe his mind to see if he thought the baby was his.
With how red Sonata's face turns from the teasing, the blush seems redundant to him as he looks in the mirror. No, you'll need it. At least, until Constantin starts complimenting you. "I...can't say I'm against either idea." He barely gets the sentence out before internally panicking at the words. I can't even hide my face with my hands...
"110! 120! Do I have a 30? 40! 40!" Auctioner pulled T'yala by her hair, making her sway, her breasts bouncing her heels clicking. "150! 160! 65! 70 for the lady in red! 80! Do I hear 90?" A whips smacked her breast making her moan. Her mind was dulled with pleasure. "200! 10-20! 25! You have before you a prime sub slut heroine only waiting to be done by you! 30! 40! 45! 50! Think of the all the rep you will get from doing such a high person! 55! 60! 65! 70! Do I hear 75?"Auctioner paused. "First, Second and sold for 270 000 dollars!" Her leash was pulled making the blond stumble. As she walked another heroine for sale was pulled o stage. As she was pulled behind the stage, she passed a familiar vigilante with ninja theme. The woman was barely conscious, her body hot from fucking she received. "This one did not sell - " One of the guards said, but Ty'ala did not hear what else they said - she only saw they pushed the vigillante into a tank which soon started filling with water. She was soon taken to temporary cage, right with the other 'merchandise'. Some of others she recognized.
Hammer chuckles, rolling Vanessa off of him, his cock sliding against her walls as it leaves her. "I'm tempted to stay here and make you admit it, girl."
Reaching out, she feels her suspicion confirmed - he doesn't seem to have considered the idea that the baby isn't his own. Echoing the doctor from earlier, he vaguely assumes a condom must have broken.
"Haah. Haaahn." Vanessa whimpers as she feels his cock leave her pussy, already her superhuman body was making her abused hole tighten up. "Mmmh. Haaah... haaah." She shuddered, trying to get off of him, "Are we... done?" She asked in a weak tone, unable to gather the strength to stand up.
"Oh?" She gives the hero a flirty grin. "I wonder what that means." As she begins to slide some lipstick onto Somata's lips, the young man feels her other hand on his upper thigh. "Tell me... Which of us are you more interested in?"
“You're right, rushing into another world, especially one I am not familiar with, is a bad idea. I should prepare as much as possible.” Azura agreed. “Besides, I don't have any chalk on hand, and not many candles, so we need to do a bit of shopping before we can even think of opening the portal.” The magical girl added with a sigh. “So, any suggestions how best to prepare? You are familiar with the fae, unlike me, so I will have to rely on your knowledge and expertise.” And hopefully Sapphira will endure until I can get to her.
Eyes locked with the woman's own, he waits for her to finish with the lipstick before trying to speak. "I...I don't know. You're both so different..." Sonata considers the questions seriously. "I don't know either of you well enough to be sure." A growing bulge becomes visible in his pants, the close contact and the fantasizing brought on by the question causing it. "Shitty answer, I know."
