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Primitive Instincts (VerboseVillain/AmeliaRP)

One of his eyebrows quirked slightly as she quoted the classic line. The life of a librarian, he supposed. He considered himself educated, but hardly cultured in that sense. Just not enough time or energy. Guess he'd have to visit the library soon.

"A cad? Maybe. Depends on who you talk to. One can never please everybody, and to those unhappy, you're always a cad." Marriage? He'd just met her and she was already quoting marriage. He wanted to get married, but he really didn't know THAT much about her, yet. "Umm, dashing, definitely. Just one of my charms." He deliberately skipped the mention of marriage. They barely knew each other.

He set his mostly-empty wine glass down and sat down on the bed, looking up at her. She was gorgeous, there in the dim light of the lamp. Her slim neck was almost dwarfed by the fuzzy robe, as if she was wearing a coat. When he caught a glance at her legs, the edge of his lip quirked slightly and he crossed his legs in an attempt to hide the stirring in his slacks. "What about you? Are you some helpless heroine looking for some bad boy to sweep her off of her feet? Or are you the villainess looking to seduce the hero?" Now superheroes, that he understood. Big Deadpool fan.
 
"I don't think I've really ever seduced anyone in my life before. I'm not really a femme fatale, am I? I think I would get thrown out of the library." Putting aside some of her lingering doubts, Courtney tried to be good-humoured again as she joined him on the edge of the bed. She imagined salaciously squatting on his lap, facing him with a knee each side of his hips. Instead she just sat beside him.

"Do you prefer I be a helpless heroine and you being the superhero." She leaned across the doctor to reach her drink on the bedside table perhaps a little too clumsily as she placed a hand on his thigh to retain her balance. Inadvertently she was given him an ready-made excuse to reciprocate if he wanted. "The cad in Hardy's novel, if you must know, eventually gets shot after impregnating a local girl and running away."

It wasn't in her script that anything unduly happens to him after he hopefully inseminates her. She also wasn't sure how to pen their choreography without delving into bouts of foreplay which she was completely against. With Nestor seeming to be reticent in taking the lead to get there, the burden was looking as if it was increasingly up to her to further advance after already making herself comfort wearing nothing but her panties and her robe.

"I can always try to be the scoundrel if you wish me too. It may take a little practice first though." The hand that was on her thigh slowly advanced up his leg, her fingers spread around his covered package. Next would be the zip to pull down unless he stopped her or took hold of the initiative himself.
 
He chuckled at the femme fatale remark. She hardly looked the type, with her doe eyes and disarming demeanor not giving off any danger signs. But they were here, her in his robe. His cock had rapidly grown rock hard at the presence of this beautiful woman next to him, wanting to be buried hilt-deep inside of her.

“I get enough do-gooding at the job. It’s nice, sometimes, to have a little good done to you. To have balance.” He didn’t miss the thigh grab, which made his slacks twitch in reply. He also got an eyeful down the robe, and testosterone began to tamp down the normally-overwhelming rational part of his mind.

He moved his arm around her waist, looking directly at her eyes. The dim light cast stark shadows across his dark skin, but his white teeth nearly shone in the night. “Good. Bad. In the end, it’s what happens that matters. And the practice is the fun part. Wouldn’t you agree?” His head leaned in close to hers, his breath washing across her shoulder.
 
The robe was always going to be a liability. His hand squeezing her waist made the folds of the toweling fabric around the collar at her neckline open up like the petals of a crocus being warmed in the heat of the sun. Already she was showing a generous amount of cleavage such was the nature of the loose-fitting garments, more so one so oversized. Inclining his head towards hers caused the material to come adrift of one of her shoulders and slide down her arm exposing the virtual entirety of the roundness of her right breast and the coral colour of her rose bud protruding out of its centre.

Her intuition was that he no longer needed any more literature, much more primitive things seemed to have overtaken his mind. If confirmation was needed it was in the movement of what lay under his flies that she was covering with one of her hands. It was proving to be a slow dance even if it was speeding up into a salsa perhaps. Little encouragement was needed to entice her gown fall off the other shoulder as she raised her head higher than his and leaned it back to give the doctor full access to the riches of her twin peaked bosom that was so ripened and ready for picking.

"How ill-behaved do you want to be? Sinful enough to ravish me?" Excitement was building up in her own veins. This was desirous as Courtney wanted to ensure that his seed eventually moved up through her uterus and fallopian tubes once she had got him to unload all of his sexual energy deep inside her. She needed the assistance of her own contractions working overtime through perhaps having a coinciding orgasm whenever he did. There was still much to do but it was proving to be a rather clumsy process.
 
“As sinful as you want to be.” He could smell her sweet breath as he was mere inches from her lips. “Don’t let me stop you from enjoying yourself.”

He kissed her again, but this time let his lips trail down her jawline and neck to her cleavage. A brief peck to each side of her deep valley elicited a deep, masculine response in him, prompting him to stand up and push over her. When he got her all the way down to the mattress, he ripped down one side of her robe, exposing her to the night. His mouth licked and sucked it’s way to her peak, before kissing her deeply on that nub.
 
Kissing her boobs was much more preferable to Courtney that on her lips. It was too personal as if they were wanting to become romantically involved which certainly was not the case. It was only her body that she was prepared to give to the surgeon, certainly not her soul. No one was allowed to get anywhere near to her inner core, her carnal being was entirely a different proposition. It was the vital part of her reproductive anatomy for her to have an offspring that she so desired.

It was exactly what the 32 year old librarian wanted when he pressed her to lie on her back. She needed to be supine. It was apparently the best success rate to be in a missionary positon to become pregnant. All she needed him to do was to lie between her legs and do his deed. She was virtually naked with the rest of her robe unfolding. There was only the matter of her white boy shorts style briefs to get rid of. She had visions of him ripping them off with his teeth. That would be sinful but she doubted if it was really his style let alone hers.

"Take me, take me." She muttered perhaps rather prematurely. He was still constrained by his own clothes. But it underlined how much she wanted the task done and dusted. What Courtney did not want was for the foreplay to be dragged unnecessarily out though she would have great difficulty in achieving an orgasm without herself. But that did not necessarily lessen her chances of conceiving according to all the research she read that seemed to be unsure.
 
His face made its way down her pert breasts to her stomach. The doctor had no idea what Courtney really wanted. All he could sense was her touch and her scent and her taste. The soft skin under his lips and his hard cock rubbing against the front of his boxer-briefs. He wanted to take her. To rut her. But he’d been without a woman for far too long to just nail her and move on. He wanted to consume every portion of her body, enjoying it to its fullest before the night vanished before them.

His lips kissed all of the way down to her pubis, skirting it briefly to make his way to her left thigh. His hands caressed her calves and his tongue explored her flesh. From side to side he kissed, enjoying each thigh in equal measure as he made his way slowly to the prize between her legs.

He stopped for a moment, savoring the smell of her softness in front of him. Her begging. Her need for his body. It made him want to rut her. To drive her crazy with that need. He leaned down and kissed along her demure little slit.
 
As impatience got the better of her, the normal sedate library rather unceremoniously put a thumb inside both sides of her panties while lifting her hips up. Within a whisk she had tugged ug them down over her thighs before bending her knees to allow him to remove them completely. In doing so, she revealed sparse tufts of pubic hair scattered over her folds. It was only her first act as she sought out to perform a similar task on his boxers though more complicated by the angle of his erection and how hard his manhood was.

In her haste, Courtney was willing to forego virtually every safe sex rule in the book to ensure that he impregnated her with the maximum amount of his prized seed. It was quite reckless despite all the initial planning she had originally carried out but was seemingly prepared to discard for the sake of expediency. Was she really just going to let him do it in the hope of conceiving and then not bother to tell him. Her conscience started to play on her mind.

It wasn't just her scruples though. She just wasn't that comfortable being so intimate with anyone not just men even though she currently had her hand down his boxers and was starting to pump him up not that professionally. Her lack of experience was showing. How long could she endure this guy? She bit her bottom lip and tried to hold on but wished he had got on with it and that they were soon finished.
 
When she finally revealed herself to him completely, he gasped. She was beautiful. Mature and yet demure in a way that made something burn inside of him. He wanted to taste her even more now that he’d seen her fully.

Her body jiggled interestingly as she maneuvered toward his boxers while remaining on her back. He shuddered as she reached in to touch him, a small droplet of precum rising to meet her gentle milking of his cock. Her hands were firm in a way of almost ownership, as if they were attempting to take from his cock something that belonged to them. He couldn’t help wanting to give them what they desired, his hips circling to increase the friction on his member.

His face went down towards her slit again, more enraptured now, even as she’d sought to move it away. With a boldness born of hunger, he kissed her directly above the little hooded pearl at the top of her slit, his black lips pressing to her pale flesh and his tongue wrapping up and down her upper folds. His cock throbbed as her full taste entered his mouth.
 
So many emotions she was having that she should not have been having. It was not supposed to happen like this. It wasn't how she had choreographed it. One of her primary concerns was that she should not start to become aroused. What had her most basic instincts to do with a man who was virtually a stranger to her. She had never even spoke to him or heard him talk before today. Everything ought to be put into its proper perspective.

"Dr Jackson! Dr Jackson! I'm so sorry. But I just can't go through with this." Her hips were undulating in response to his tongue teasing her little nub. Her breath was heavy with the occasional moan escaping from her lip. Despite her protest, Courtney made no attempt to push away the pediatrician, who she still notably referred to so formally by her medical title and surname, underlining the lack of any intimate connection with him even though she had offered her body for him.

"It may be better if we ..... " Her grievance against him remained feeble and uncertain as indeed were the words that she wanted to say. Was it a genuine effort to stop him or did she want him to take her more forcefully. Her split sentiments were confusing as indeed was she too.
 
Her pleas couldn’t be heard through the soft whispering of her body and the roar of his masculine instincts. The doctor made a few trips up and down her delicate slit, his mouth sucking in her lips while his tongue ran across him. Finally, he settled back on her nub, assaulting it with his lips and mouth. It was soft and fresh and tasted wonderful.

It wasn’t long before her moans and the twisting of her body had burned away the last rational thoughts in the doctor’s mind. He lifted from her cunt, pulling his cock decisively away from her pumping grip. Any thought of himself as a doctor, of her as a potential wife, all of that had fallen away. In its place lay the primitive, feral need of a man with a fertile woman.

He roughly lifted the smaller woman, strong black arms handling her yielding white flesh with a confident purpose. The man tossed her down before him on her back, that vulnerable intimacy directly before his eyes. With the release of a clasp and a zip, his slacks fell to the floor, the condom forgotten in the haze of lust. He pulled down his underwear, finishing the exposure that she had started.

With a firm grunt, he slid onto the bed over her, trapping her pale body with his dark mass. The tip of his cock tapped against her pink folds as it throbbed from her vulnerability to him.. A growl of ownership and need escaped his lips, his eyes looking directly into hers.
 
It was pure lust she sensed in his deep, dark eyes. Regardless of whether or not she wanted it, there appeared to be such determination of his to do it. Courtney had well and truly wound him up, she had asked for it if not effectively beg for it. She had brought it upon herself. There could be no doubt as she felt the purple helmet of his warrior knock upon the entrance gate of her belle-chose, her Altar of Venice. Her lame protests suggesting she was changing her mind were overlooked or never heard.

"We've never conferred. We never concurred." There was no agreement in writing, nor ever verbal. Was this what fornicating couples did without any forethought of the future consequences. But that was what she had wanted. She had amended her original plan and wasn't going to tell him if he succeed in impregnating her fortuitously or not. The duplicitous librarian was confused, she had confounded herself. Her body was aching for him to enter her inner core, yet mentally she was remonstrating her uncorroborated folly.

"Doctor, doctor Jackson there is something I ought to tell you. Something I need to clarify with you about what could be a life-changing emergency." Despite the turmoil cluttering up her mind, her thighs remained spread, her knees bent, her feet locked around his back. If Courtney wasn't bewildering the pediatrician surgeon about to infiltrate the sanctity of her holiest shrine, she was befuddling herself.
 
A deep grimace crossed the doctor's face, closing his eyes. Something primal inside of him fought, scratched, and bit its way around his brain, demanding that he take this woman underneath him. That he fill her with his seed. A feral demand to mark her with his DNA forever.

The rational part of his mind made him pause. What was he doing? She was asking for him to stop. Some sort of life-threatening emergency? Lord, he wasn't even wearing a condom and had been about to skewer her raw. He of all people should know the consequences of that.

His eyes opened again, but they burned with a ferocity that was uncharacteristic of the gentle doctor. Pure lust looked at those pretty eyes, and his voice was curt and stern. "What?!?" His balls ached as they hung heavy and low, desperate to empty themselves inside of her soft womb. His cock throbbed, touching her little pink nub for a moment before pointing right back at the entrance into her sacred place.
 
"Do you think it is such a good idea? We've yet to ..... " What was the word she sought but wouldn't come? Talk, negotiate, reach a deal? Or more likely deceive each other, cheat, be a fraud. The internal torment within her remained. It just wasn't who she was or in line with any of her principles if she allowed him to violate her as she was increasingly reading the situation as. Yet her basic carnal hunger remained.

As she lay so defenceless and open to his most wildest craving, Courtney even started to question if it was such a good idea to have a mixed race child given how intolerant and xenophobic so many people were. Was she not already disadvantaging her child even before it was conceived let alone born. Her genetic chart though showed that they were almost a perfect match to procreate. Feeling their fluids already intermingling, how much longer could she delay their prepared organs from finally lighting the fuse paper.

"Nestor, Nestor. Are we not being just a little hasty?" It was the first time that she had resorted to call him by his mythological Argonaut name in her appeal. For sure the chief librarian wanted him to copulate with her rather than her philosophising with him. Whether she admitted it or not she had needs but not to put everything into one giant melting pot. She spoke with such a forked tongue, hardly the language of an accomplished academic.

"Oh to hell, just give me your seeds and let's be done with it."
 
His eyes looked at hers as a deep whimper of need escapes his lips unbidden. She wanted to discuss it. To frame their relationship. That was okay. Had to be okay.

But his body burned with the wait, his lust balling into a knot at his stomach. He kept his cock at the entrance to her womb. So close. So goddamn close that it made his balls tight and his ass clench. Desire surged throughout his mind, sapping his will and sending shocks of need through his muscles and bones.

When she made that final admission, he grunted and felt his will disappate. Any power he had over his body was now gone, replaced by a surrender to that feral instinct inside of him. His hips pressed forward. It seemed to take forever to part her soft folds with his blunt head, but he finally pushed inside, feeling her slide around his tip as her walls enveloped the head of his cock to close back around the lip of his tip.

He groaned in lustful release as he finally penetrated into her intimate place, his balls throbbing with urgency. More. Deeper. More. He pulled out slightly to get some leverage before plunging back into her tight cunt. His fingers went to her shoulders and dug in as he developed a rhythm to work her clenching walls.
 
The deed was officially started when he eventually plunged into her vaginal canal. She was more than moist from the brief foreplay with his mouth and her own juices that she oozed. It had been quite a while since anything made of flesh apart from her fingers had made an entry. It didn't take long for him to go deeper than she ever pushed her rabbit vibrator. For all her uncertainty and reservations, she was pleased at least that she didn't have to be that affectionate towards him and that their little tryst had so far included little unnecessary kissing. Courtney was not the type of person for one night stands nor for any extensions.

Once he had ignored her reluctance and had trespassed into her cave of wonders, it seemed to come fairly naturally to clamp both of her arms under his and assist in what way she could in leveraging his initial erratic action into a more steady tempo. That was apart from her lack of unchaste experience and aside from the bruised and burning sensations. Her immediater task was for him to jettison his cargo of spores as rapidly and as forcefully as possible up her fallopian tube.

Any sense of pleasure or enjoyment from the experience she tried to expel from her mind as quickly as possible. Courtney was on a particular mission as she undulated her hip in tandem with the opening sonata of the movement he had built up. The butterscotch blonde hoped they would miss the adagio and pass quickly onto he allegro followed rapidly by the rising crescendo.
Every second she was encouraging him on to complete his performance.
 
The doctor’s entire body burned with the enjoyment of his joining with this moment. They were there together, raw with no separation. His sweat dripped upon her body, making fine rivulets along her curves. The lovely scent of her breath mingled with his as his face dropped closer to hers, his eyes looking directly into the eyes of the female that he was fucking.

Their joining grew easier and easier as his cock became coated in their combined juices, his precum mixing thoroughly with her lubrication as he ground his cock inside of her. Further and further he went, pushing that tight cunt to its limit until he hilted, his black cock fully engulfed in her white and pink slit.

He shuddered and ground his hips against her, arms wrapping over her shoulders as he began to frantically rock his hips, getting as much sensation as he could from their joining. His fingers wove into the hair on the back of her head, black skin sliding through flaxen hair, and he pulled her head back slightly. Then his lips sought hers, his tongue invading her mouth while his chest pressed fully against her rolling breasts. A deep hum came from his chest as he took full enjoyment of her.
 
The average sex acts between hetrosexual couples lasts 19 minutes, she had researched. Of this around 10 minutes typically was of foreplay and nine for actual penetrative intercourse itself. Courtney was counting every second of him enjoying her body. She even had to persevere with the doctor returning to kiss her on her lips though much more passionately than before. Although she did not necessarily have to reach an orgasm herself to increase the chances of conceiving, her own primitive instincts came into play and allowing her libido to take over. The extent of her arousal slowly took precedence over her conscious repugnance of what she was sacrificing herself for.

"Oh Fuck! You're driving me crazy. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She spat out the words at him with the full ferocity they deserved. Her inflamed frame was embedded both inwardly and outwardly around his. Her rehearsed chants were from a download of the handbook of How to Talk Dirty. Courtney was railing him with all of her might. Her nails dug in so deeply into the skin of his back. Her teeth she used to chomp at his chin and take a few mouthfuls of his neck. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder. Make me scream."

Quickening the pace in the build-up to the culmination of draining every globule of his seed, her own breathing became much most hectic and urgent. He needed to get the message what she desperately wanted from his virile nucleus. "Cum for me. I want you to cum for me. Take me to the edge, the very edge and push me over it. Nestor. Oh Nestor. You hear me. Then do it. Do it."
 
His body shook as he rutted inside of her. The kind and unsure doctor had been superceded by a being of pure lustful need. He could feel the clenching walls of her cunt trying to draw out his seed, pulling at him as he probed inside of her.

Oh God, he wanted it so bad. To give this gorgeous blonde woman every drop of his seed as her rightful due. Tense ecstasy tightened more and more at the tip of his cock as she spoke directly into his primal being, a female creature needing the sperm of a male.

Then her final words broke something apart in him. Do it. Do it. His hips pushed in one final time while his legs and ass bulged with the effort to be as deep inside of her as possible. Do it. Do it. His balls clenched down hard on his load and the flood throbbed through his shaft.

He let out a relieved moan as he shot jet after jet of cum into the fertile woman. His face took on the expression of pure joy as he continued to press into her, instinctively trying to push his seed as deep as possible. Finally, everything came crashing down with a shudder, the ebbing ecstasy dropping his head to nuzzle into her neck. He continued to press into her, although he was weakening rapidly. His softening cock continued to ooze sperm into her as he clung to the beautiful blonde.
 
After all it seemed that she had possibly picked the right guy. He wouldn't have problems in gaining top ratings. He did turn out to be a real metamorphosis, even transmogrification. it had been worth her patience the shuddering way he exploded into the heart of her femininity. If it wasn't quite going to be the immaculate conception, at least she hoped it would be a flawless one. Courtney thought he deserved almost an Oscar for his performance much more real and full of energy that she had seen in porno videos.

Although she did not quite cum herself, she reached a few heights of pleasurable bliss. The 32 year old blonde librarian was pleased, which was a seldom feat. She continued to hug him as he lay on her, squashing her breast in her chest. Her arms she folded more around his neck, offering a few air kisses between the strands of his hair on his head in recognition of his accomplishment. She could still feel the muscles inside her vagina walls contracting around his slowly shrinking warrior.

How was she supposed to compliment his splendid pageantry. Sending her congratulation and felicitations for his sexual prowess? "That was some consummation, my Don Quixote de la Mancha." Courtney was happy to remain in their postcoital afterglow. She also needed some quiet time to allow the sperm cell to start to do their good deeds themselves. Dr Jackson had so far achieved his with flying colours.
 
“Ugghh.” He shuddered as an aftershock went through his body. “That was far better than I could have dreamed. You’ve got quite the bedside manner, yourself.”

He felt warm and comfortable in her arms. His cock continued to soften until it slid out of her with a wet pop. A satiated sigh came from his mouth as he continued to nuzzle his nose into her.

Then his eyes opened slightly as his rational side started to awaken. He’d just shot an enormous load directly into her. Without a condom. “Hey, you aren’t on the pill, are you?”
 
"Relax. Don't worry yourself. The aftermath is the best part." At least it was the consensus opinion and it allowed her to dodge answering his question directly without lying to him. Courtney was keeping her options open still whether of not to tell him that she was hoping he would father a child for him. It surprised her that he seemed so concerned though maybe that was more for health reasons being that he was in the medical profession.

After being his time of being in charge, she began to feel that again it should be hers to reassume her own control. The intercourse she had with him actually affected her more than she thought. She had expected it to have been a colder experience if not a quicker one. Courtney hadn't thought yet about excusing herself and heading home but she knew that she would need to fairly soon. She had no intentions of doing it again when his libido had recovered especially when he would fire virtual duds coming so soon after hi first magnificent effort.

"It seemed to have been quite a payload you fired. When was the last time you relieved yourself?" The blonde remembered him muttering something earlier that it had been a while. It wasn't when he last had a lay but more when he masturbated if he was willing to share such information with her. It would give her an idea how replenished his sperm count that would cut the odds of him fertiilising her.
 
He groaned and rolled over to one side, as his weakening muscles found it difficult to keep himself from crushing her. “The aftermath, huh? You have more to worry about the aftermath than I do, but I believe kids need to know their dads. It’s better for them to have two caretakers.”

The doctor blinked after her next question. “You mean, when did I last jerk off? A couple of months ago. I actually was able to get two days off on my schedule, so I got a decent amount of sleep. Why does that even matter?”
 
During her five or six day most fertile period which had just started, Courtney had hoped to have a total of at least three trysts with her target collaborator. If she did not tell him about her sire programme for him, it would mean she would somehow have to orchestrate a minimum of two more similar occurrences, preferably with two days between each. "I presume this will be more than just a one night stand," the blonde raised with him after he had disembarked from her.

It felt awkward for her all this connivance but she thought it was the only possible avenue open for her unless she told him about her much more calculating scheming that followed when she had set her mind on his being her number one victim for the procreation. Obviously the doctor would need his diary and even then his timetable seemed top be always hectic and unpredictable such was the nature of his profession. Courtney would need to arrange it when she was leaving and had to start moving towards making her exit.

"In a couple of days, it would be great if we could meet up again. Perhaps you could come top my place if you wish, even cook something up." What was she saying? Her words were out before she could swallow them. She was behaving almost like a love-sick teenager though not quite. More like her perceptions of one. Did the librarian want to put herself to all the trouble to making a meal for him in exchange for another fuck?

Before sneaking away though. Courtney wanted to make an impression that their relationship was relatively normal, snuggling against the heat from his body, placing her hand on his chest, checking for what hair there was there. She hadn't gone as far as reading a guide about entering a man in bed but improvising from her own basic instincts she had. If asked to give a rating she may have given it three or possibly three-an-a-half out of five though still did not feel anywhere near in harmony with him let alone kissing him regularly.
 
He stretched out only to find her cuddling close to him. That was a pleasant surprise. It’d been a while since he’d been this close to anyone, let alone a woman. The smooth glide of her hands on his skin felt better than the most intense massage, making him feel more relaxed than he had been in ages.

“I had thought about asking you out again. Not going to lie.” She already wanted to nail down a second date? Man, she must have it for him bad. Most women wouldn’t even give a guy the ego boost of a phone call, let alone flat-out asking for a second date. “Your place would be great!”

He could see it now. Some filets, au gratin potatoes, salad, and red wine. A chance to look over her bookshelf and see how she decorated her living space. It’d be nice. Intimate. A way to get closer to a woman that he enjoyed spending time with.
 
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