Armageddon Saga II
Chapter Six: Bloodlines
By the Lady Sirona ladysirona@LadySirona.com
IM help by Dallas to keep the Creative juices flowing
Beta by MidnightRose
It was the morning after the new pro-Slayer came home with her own pet vampire. Giles was sure he had been called in front of the Council for starting all of it by allowing Buffy and Angel to be together. Never mind the fact that he really hadn't had a choice and had tried to separate them.He was surprised to find his father there. Together they waited for the Council, carefully avoiding each other's eyes. The Council had dealt with quite a bit if business before it reached whatever it had planned for the Giles men. A man opened the door and beckoned them forward.
They stood before the Watcher's Council, Rupert Giles, Watcher Prime and his father and nemesis Willard Giles. The Council of three women and three men sat before them at a large wooden table. Willard and Rupert Giles stood in the uncomfortable silence, awaiting the inquisition. The Council sat stoically, looking at Willard with disfavor both from his physical abuse and from disrespect of the Watcher Prime. They were livid about the audacity of his striking the all ready injured Slayer Prime.
“You know Willard, you are just damn bloody lucky that the girl pulled Angelus off you. He has a kill strike of less than 3 seconds, a fact you can be sure of; he’s been timed. You’re lucky he didn't introduce you to parts of your internal anatomy. What do you have to say for yourself, striking the Watcher Prime and then the injured Slayer Prime, of all people? We take oaths on our lives to protect her, and you slapped her down like a whore in a pub!” The Council president Sir Randolph Prescott was livid.
Willard Giles stood looking at them, realizing he very well could be excommunicated from Watcher central for this. To be stuffed away in some remote place like Tunis, reading dead Arabic scrolls for no good reason. “It was between me and my worthless son. Neither she nor Angelus had any place in it.”
Mrs. Beakersmith snorted. “My God man! You have no justification for striking him what so ever! Even injured, you should have realized a Slayer will champion her Watcher!” She was puffing hard at the thought of a Watcher striking a Slayer. The man to her left put a calming hand on her arm to encourage her to sit.
Rupert Giles looked at his father; the thought of Buffy being a champion for him, even hurt, pleased him. He knew she would not stand by and allow him to come to harm. She wouldn't let anyone or anything hurt him. He had feared that when his father had hit her, she might have been injured further in the fall, or might have lost the babies. However, she didn't sustain any serious injuries, thank God. What shocked him even more was that Angelus had stood up for him as well as Buffy.
Willard was blustering, trying to defend the indefensible. “He has been a thorn in my side ever since he was in knickers. He was always rebelling, running around with thugs doing drugs, sex, and rock and roll and calling up demons. Is this really the Watcher you want for our Slayer Prime? He even lets a vampire fuck his Slayer! What Watcher worth his salt would let Angelus anywhere near his Slayer? The bastard should be replaced!”
The president looked at Giles then back to his father. In the secret compartments of his heart he wanted to claim Rupert Giles for what he was, his son. He was Rupert's father and no one but the Council and his mother knew it. His mother had gone back to Willard for reasons he never fathomed, and because of things beyond his control, he had to let her go with his child. He now saw the damage and hate this miserable little man had rained upon his son. “You call him a bastard... are you saying something of his parentage? He is obviously Watcher Bred. He has the knowledge and the skills bred into all the high level Watchers...”
Giles stood watching, saying nothing. His father was hanging himself, he was going to stand by and enjoy the show. He was not going to say nothing, unless asked to speak by the Council.
Willard looked at the faces of each Council member. “He is a bastard. He is not my blood. My wife left me, and when she returned to me she was carrying the brat. I got to raise some other man's seed and put up with all his bullshit!”
Giles looked at him in shock; he had never known that. But if he was not his father, then who was? Giles stood, looking at the man who had suddenly become a stranger, unable to speak.
None of the Council members seemed impressed; in fact, they took it as old news. Mrs. Hakenbarth looked down her nose at Willard. “You know very well that we breed Watchers, just as much as we nurture the Slayers. Some breeding is not done within the constraints of marriage; it is done to assure not only bloodlines, but qualities needed in Watchers. I know that you were fully aware of this Willard. You know your wife was chosen for the breeding program. You were also aware while your wife was ‘away’; she was at Watcher central where she stayed until her pregnancy was verified to have taken. You cannot honestly mean to say that you actually held the fact that your son was a Council baby against him and his mother?"
Willard flustered. He obviously had. It had irked him that he had never quickened his wife. That she had obvious been to bed with another man until she had quickened and produced Rupert. His wife had cuckolded him, and an another man's genes would flow in his descendants.
The president nodded sadly at the elder Giles. “Your 'son' has the correct attitude. You are obviously not capable of raising a Watcher-child and should have been removed, but that is old news. You struck the Slayer prime and her Watcher. You have shown us all that your petty intolerance is more important than Slayer Prime's welfare. Furthermore, you endangered everyone in the room by stimulating Angelus to violence. It is only by the grace of God and the quick actions of a teen-child and Slayer Prime that your actions did not result in your death and potentially the death of everyone in the room. Had he been triggered to a rampage, you would probably not be standing before us. Now, you will step out of the room while we discuss your fate.”
Willard walked out of the room stiffly, noting that his son remained. He knew that the little bastard would seek his revenge.
The president looked at Giles. He was an excellent Watcher, capable of actions and behaviors inconceivable to most Watchers, which allowed Slayer Prime to flourish and defeat the Demon lord. This made him proud. “Rupert Giles, what would you have the punishment be for this man who struck your Slayer. A man you have since learned is NOT your father?”
Giles thought a moment. His main feeling was relief. “I think he should be removed from his position in Watcher Central and sent to exile. He has used his position to try and gain for his own self and not the better of the Slayers or Watchers.”
The Council all looked at one another and nodded. Sir Randolph Prescott looked at him speculatively. “This isn't the child he abused taking revenge is it?”
Giles thought a moment and shook his head. “I long ago fought those demons and have moved on. If he is allowed to stay, I feel he will try and undermine the Council and eventually harm it and the Slayers it represents.”
“You have discovered that he is not your genetic father, and you have discovered that the Council breeds its high level Watchers. What are your feelings on this?” Mrs. Hakenbarth asked quietly.
Giles looked at them. He knew there was a reason they were telling him all of this, or they would have kept silent. “It has been done since we were made, I assume it ensures that the Slayers get a high level thinking Watcher. It is also for the all around good of the order. Who am I to question it?” He looked at each of them wondering, if they meant what he thought they meant.
Randolph Prescott eyed him carefully. What would Rupert Giles’ response be to being asked to breed as if he were a high quality thoroughbred? The president sighed. “Obviously there is a flaw in the system to have allowed you to be raised and abused by such an intolerant man. The full extent of the abuse only recently came to the attention of the Council after your mother's personal diary was found and read. Although we feel that it ultimately may have added to your character, we are sorry you were left in that situation.”
Giles nodded knowing his harsh upbringing was what drove him into becoming “Ripper”. “Ripper” had strength that he wasn't suppose to have. One issue burned in him. “May I ask… who is my father? Does anyone know, or can they find out?”
“Of course we know. The breeding was well planned and brought together two major Watcher bloodlines.” Sir Randolph Prescott looked around the table, they all nodded. “I am your father Rupert. The Masters of the bloodlines wanted to cross my line with your mother's but she and I were married to other people. It was decided that a Council breeding was to take place, with each of us going back to our spouses after it was done. It was thought that Willard would be able to be the father you needed in your formative years, but apparently, he was not. He also apparently had your mother so cowed with abuse, that she never spoke out about it."
Giles looked at him. It was a shock, he knew that Willard had beaten his mother. She had said that he was like his father, but through all of his childhood, he would look at Willard; he saw nothing of himself in this man. Now he knew what she meant; he was like Sir Randolph Prescott. In training, they had told him of the breeding of Watchers in the past for a better quality of Watcher. He didn't realize that the practice was still continued and that he was the result of one such breeding.
Sir Randolph Prescott looked down and then up at his son who had made him so proud. Now he could allow people to know it. “Willard Giles will be banished to a far land or asked to leave. He will have no further contact with the Slayer or Slayer Watchers. We in the Council, I most of all, offer our deepest apologies for not knowing the level of abuse, and for not stepping in. We ask you to forgive us.” He searched the eyes of the son he all but abandoned to that bastard, for forgiveness.
Giles looked at him. Here was the real father he always wanted. “It was unknown at the time, I forgive you.”
Mrs. Hakenbarth looked at him and cleared her throat. “This was all brought up to you for a reason Rupert Giles. We don't tell the Slayer Watchers of the breeding program frivolously.” She blushed.
Giles nodded. “I know is it not talked about, unless there is a reason behind it. You wish for me to become part of the program, am I right? It is only logical since I am the result of the breeding program.”
“Yes, yes we do. While you are still here in England, we wish to use you in the breeding program with two of our women. The children will stay in England and be raised as a part of the Watcher Central. We will not allow what happened to you to be repeated. You may be generally known as the father or not, it is your choice. One woman is single; the other is married. Both are rather young, under 25. And they will make good mothers.”
Giles looked around and closed his eyes. His children, but he would not raise them. He knew it was for the good of the bloodline though. The result would be a superior line of Watchers and the Slayers needed that. They would be safer here, and besides, he had Buffy's babies to play with once they got here. “Very well, I will do it.”
Sir Randolph nodded. “If you wish, I would be please to publicly claim you as my son. My wife has passed on, so there is no scandal for her. Modern times luckily allow such situations without scandal, which is good. I will oversee the needs of the children since they are also my grandchildren.” He smiled. He would have grandchildren in the Watcher society, and this obviously pleased him very much.
Giles smiled at his obvious grandfatherly pride over unborn children. They cherished the children of the program very much. “I would like that a great deal father, and yes I want them to known of me at least, even if they never meet me.”
Mrs. Hakenbarth blushed but continued as if this was strictly business. “Do you want an interview with the women, or do you want them to just approach you during their fertile period? It is expected that you will stay with them and have multiple interactions during their fertile periods and we ask that you do not self-pleasure yourself or any others from now till it is done. This is to keep your sperm count high.”
Giles was amazed she was capable of saying that and he blushed. “I would like to meet them...maybe for a dinner so we could talk.”
She nodded. “Together or individually?”
Giles thought quickly, hopefully they knew of one another, together would be simpler. “Uhh well together would be better seeing one is married.” That bothered him somewhat, impregnating another man's wife.
“She is married, but her spouse is not here. She will stay here until the verification of pregnancy is noted. Her spouse is aware of the breeding and consents.”
Giles relaxed a bit. “OK, is that all? I was hoping to check on Buffy. You can let me know when the dinner is set for; tonight would not be a problem. We could dine in the sitting room of my chamber, that way we will have privacy. I don't want to discuss this in the dinning room.” She nodded.
The Council was dismissed, everyone but Sir Randolph Prescott began filing out in his or her typically starched order. Giles took a deep breath, nodded, and turned to go as Sir Randolph Prescott walked up touching his arm. “I am glad you doing this, you will be a welcome addition to the bloodlines. I envy you; you can claim the children if you wish and be involved in their lives. This is an option which was not available to me in the era of your birth.”
“I know that father...I know you will see they get whatever they need. They will be in good hands here under the careful watch of both you and the Council.” Giles felt sorry for his father; to have a child he couldn't claim.
Prescott smiled at being called father. “They will be. I know the Council seems strict and high handed, but the well being of the Slayer is always our main concern, as you know from you training. May we have lunch together Rupert? I would like to get to know my son better.”
Giles smiled and nodded.
He spent a pleasant day with Prescott over lunch and visited with Buffy who was becoming stronger and was itching to be up and about. Dinner came way too fast for Rupert Giles. He wasn't sure what the etiquette was to deal with two women you didn't know, but were supposed to make love to until they both quickened with child. Part of him found it erotic and very sensual. He spent the day trying to hid the raging erection he had at the mere thought of two women who wanted him to such a degree that they would bear his child. He knew both were younger. He was in his forties and they were both roughly half his age. He worried if he would have the stamina.
But whenever he wondered, his raging erection would press into his pants and remind him that he was older, but far from dead yet. He looked around his room and realized everything was in his place and he swallowed. It was nearly 6pm and they would soon come to his room and they would sit and eat dinner. How could he eat when his body was demanding other appetites to be satiated? He hadn't touched a woman since he had made love to Jennie at lady Tirla's castle before the battle. No children would be born ever from a union with her.
Giles was pulled out of his reverie by a sharp knock on his chamber door; he got up walking to the door. He opened the door to face two very sexy, beautiful ladies. “Ladies come in.” He managed to say.
They entered, shy and with a hesitant smiles. They walked into the room and looked Giles up and down. The women had been aware that they were in the breeding program, but it wasn't until today that they had been told it was to the Watcher Prime that they were to be bred to. As they looked him up and down and were pleased with what they saw. He was handsome and virile, and they knew a good Watcher to be Watcher Prime.
The blonde with bright blue eyes put her hand out and smiled. “Hi I am Rebecca.” Her voice was as soft and silky as her shoulder length hair. She wore a simple dress, which accentuated her charms. She stepped aside for her partner.
Giles nodded. “Rupert Giles, Watcher Prime.” He prayed his hands weren't as sweaty as he was nervous.
The Brunette with jade green eyes smiled and shook his hand. “Hi I am Megan, nice to meet you.” She smiled with a smile that lit up her face and filled the room. She too was dressed in a simple dress and it was plain to see that neither of them was wearing a bra, their nipples; taught little nubs, peaking through the fabric
Giles shook her hand. “My friends call me Giles.”
They nodded and sat down in the chairs at the table. They looked up at him with wide eyes and hopeful smiles. “We came together to make it easier. We are close friends and share everything, why not his?” Megan spoke in a soft throaty purr, which went right to Giles’ cock. Neither girl missed the response, obviously performance wasn't going to be a problem for him.
Giles looked at them. “Uhh yes.” The ideas that he was getting about them doing everything together were not that of a gentleman. He was hot, horny and wanted them now, the hell with dinner.
The blonde smiled pleased with the effect they were having on him. “We decided not to tell you which one of us is married, so you won't balk at what is planned. I hope you don't mind.” She laughed a low sexual laugh that showed that she had no doubts that he wouldn't have a problem.
Giles swallowed nervously and removed his glasses and polished the immaculate glass. “Not at all.”
“Becky is right. We are both here of our own free will, and the married one is hear with the blessings of her husband. We think that covers that. Do you have any other questions for us?” Giles looked at them. His brain was not letting him think. His body wanted to act. “Uhh no.” The server came in and served a light pasta meal to them all as they nervously tried to figure out what to talk about while they ate their meal.
He finally worked up the nerve after the dinner was nearly done, and they had talked of inconsequential things to ask what he really needed to know. “When are you fertile?”
Becky swallowed her pasta and smiled; he was a take charge one without being gross. “Well, we have been tracking our fertile periods the past 6 months. They told us we had been chosen for this that long ago. We have abstained from any vaginal sex with any man for the last three months so there is no question of parentage.”
Megan continued for her. “Becky and I are such good friends, our menstrual cycles are usually together; so our fertile periods are also together.” Megan continued, “It takes longer to prepare the woman for the breeding event than the man. Apparently they don't tell the man until the day the choices are made.” She giggled. “The first day of my fertility this cycle is tonight, and it goes for four days. Her first day was yesterday.” She looked at him, licking her lips. She was hot, horny and literally in heat.
Giles looked at them and then at his plate, praying for his brain to work and the blood to leave the lower head. “I see… that is good. Next four days… well then perhaps you both should stay here with me. That way we can do it as often and as much as we can in the next four days…” He stopped, he couldn't believe he had actually said that to them.
To his surprise, under the table a bare foot found his cock and massaged it, already finding him erect and hard. The women looked at one another and giggled. Becky smiled “I see you have no problem with the thought of making love to us. You don't mind us all staying here with you?”
“Not at all.” Giles looked at them. Damn, he had not been this horny in a long time, and now two hot, horny women wanted to fuck him. He could not believe his luck. The bare foot kneaded and tantalized his erection, as they seemed to continue to eat their dinner unaffected by his inability to eat.
Megan smiled and stroked Becky's arm. “By the way, we are also lovers, that doesn't turn you off does it?” She asked coyly, realizing it was a rhetorical question.
Giles closed his eyes and moaned, “No. I like that very much.” To show it, his cock jumped up into the small feminine foot torturing it.
They smiled and then leaned into one another, languishing in a slow erotic kiss while stroking each other breasts. The foot in his crotch tantalized him. His cock jumped again, as the women finished the kiss. Meagan pushed back from the table suddenly, announcing. “I am done with dinner for now, I want to eat other things...” She said huskily, as she looked right at Giles.
Giles stammered, getting an idea of her plan. “I agree... I wish to do that as well.” She stood and walked around the table toward Giles, stalking him like a cat does a lone bird. The foot was still there, and a small part of his brain told him it was Becky's foot as if he cared.
Megan walked over to him and stood in front of him. “You’re way over dressed for this Giles. I think you need to unlace a little.” She said, as she slid the jacket off and loosened his tie. Becky had come up on the other side as Megan continued. “Tell us Giles, when was the last time you had sex or masturbated?”
Giles looked a Megan and then at Becky. “About three and a half weeks. Seems like two years.”
Megan laughed, then kissed him on the ear and nibbled his lobe as Becky undid his shirt, freeing him from the constraint of clothing. “Touch us Giles, touch us and feel how hot we are. Hot and wanting your cock and your come.” She straddled his thigh, pulling up her dress to tantalize him with the hint of a neatly trimmed pussy, wet with passion.
Giles pulled Megan closer, kissing her hard. His hands found their way under her dress and began stroking her naked ass. Becky laughed and opened his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. She smiled and bent forward taking it in her mouth. Megan groaned as he kneaded her tight ass. “You can only come inside us Giles, while we are on our backs, but we can please you all sorts of ways in the process. No one said this had to be boring missionary fucking.”
Megan lifted her dress to show what he had suspected; she was nude under it. She dropped the dress to the floor and pulled his face to her breast placing her hard taught nipple in his mouth. “Suck me Giles. Suck the nipple that will give milk to you child.”
He liked the imagery, as he took the nipple into his mouth and sucked it, his hand finding the other. He began switching back and forth between each, sucking and nibbling. Becky was licking and sucking his cock, while lightly kneading his balls. As she kissed and teased him, it continued to increase his arousal, but brought him no where near climax.
Meagan reached down and grabbed Becky's simple dress, pulling it up. She released his cock long enough to let it slide over her head. Soon, he had his hands full of two nubile, horny women who wanted his very essence.
Giles looked up at them as he stroked and licked and kissed them in worship. “Let's move to the bed and get me out of these clothes.” Giles hadn't had this done to him in ages, not since his time with Ethan Rayne, but he found he hadn't forgotten the joy of two lovers. He knew it made something in him become more animal, but he was trying his damndest to control himself, he didn't want to hurt them.
Becky nodded and almost purred. “I was just going to say that.” She stood, and soon they both stood before him, their breasts pert and swollen with arousal, their pussy lips were wet and slick with their musky scent that told him they were ready for his cock and seed. Their long legs ended in their high heels, which they hadn't kicked off yet. Megan led them to the bed with Becky following, her hand still possessively on his cock and he was sure to follow closely.
Giles looked at them as he quickly stripped off his clothes and threw them to land wherever they may. He looked at Megan who smiled and then started to play with her breasts, he then turned to Becky. He kissed down her body, nearly overwhelmed by the raw instinct to claim them and fill them with his cum. It was getting to him
Becky pulled away, kicked off the high heels and lay back on the bed; her body sprawled with erotic arousal. She looked him in the eye and slid her finger though her wet pussy, opening the lips like an orchid to show her secret place and little pearl. Her honey clung to her fingers and she licked it off with a slow, erotic lick. She then slid her fingers deep inside her with a wet sound and moaned as she rolled her hips. “Oh God Giles, I am so hot… I need your hot and hard cock inside me… please!”
Giles looked down at the blatant invitation. He saw Megan nod, as he kneeled quickly between her legs. Her legs were spread and she was begging for it. He dropped to his knees, placing his cock at her wet glistening opening. He looked her in the eyes as he entered her and began to thrust deep and hard into her. He wanted to make sure he was deep in her womb so his seed would take.
Megan chuckled at the raw sexuality in Becky's eyes. She leaned over and kissed Becky, long and slow playing with her tongue, she could taste Becky’s honey on her tongue. Becky groaned and thrust up on him tilting her hips to make him enter deeper. Megan leaned in and kissed Giles; a long slow, wet luxurious kiss as she slid her fingers in and out of her hot pussy as he fucked Becky.
Becky was sucking on Megan’s nipple and playing with the other as the shudders of her orgasm started. “Oh God, oh please.” She cried out. She felt his muscles tighten and contract in her, she ached for his seed to fill her and find her fertile.
Megan slid her hand around his backside and using her own lubrication from her hot wet pussy, she pressed her finger into Giles as he thrust into Becky. She slid in and out in time to his rhythm adding another finger. He apparently had ass-fucking experience and it stimulated his fucking to greater heights. Giles growled and thrust deeper as he felt the pressure build, he pressed as deep as he could as he came deep in her. He sealed their hips together, knowing he was as deep as he could be in her. He was breathing hard as he was looking at her, he knew to make sure she got all his seed he had to stay on top of her for three minutes
Megan leaned against him, she held and stroked him as he lay on top of Becky's orgasmic shuddering form. Finally she slowed and Becky just wrapped her arms around him holding him, sealing him in her. Her mind was doing a fertility work of magick to bring her a child as she held him, shuddering occasionally with the little orgasmic aftershocks of pleasure. Becky's lips were full and her eyes were hooded with lust as she lay back tilting her hips. Meagan stroked his back and her face keeping the contact going. She kissed Giles, a warm hungry kiss of promised to things to come. Becky looked up into his sweat filled face and smiled. “Thank you.” Giles smiled and nodded.
Giles moaned and then moved off Becky and looked at Megan. “I need some time after that to rest and recoup.” Becky slid to the side taking a pillow and putting it under her butt to keep her hips tilted. Giles smiled and got up walking to the bathroom.
Megan smiled. “We have all night.” She told his retreating form. He chuckled.
Megan and Becky kissed and cuddled while Megan stroked Becky's outer pussy hairs lightly and kissed her womb in blessing. They were kissing and stroking one another lost in their world. Becky looked at Megan and smiled. “Oh God, he is better than I hoped. Did you see the size of him? He is fucking hung!” Becky stretched and placed her hand over her womb. “He fills me completely. He's not too big and not too small and God, his thrust, I thought he was going to fuck me into the mattress. He was so deep when he came.” She shivered.
Megan shivered at the recall, waiting for her turn. “Do you think maybe you're with child now? He looks like he knows what to do to get us with child besides just fuck and come. And he seems fertile.”
“I don't know, I maybe. You know the coven did a ritual of fertility for both of us, and his pre-cum was so salty, he really hadn't come for weeks. I think I may be, but I am going to give it the hour on my back and then I am going to make love to him as often as I can until we are out of our fertile cycle. He is just too good to pass up!” Becky giggled.
“What did you do to make him fuck so hard at the end? I know you did something!”“I pressed me finger in his ass. I don't think he is into it fully, but he liked that. I don't think he would go for us fucking him with a strap, but it did tweak his interest while inside you.”
Becky laughed. “He isn't one of the straight-laced uptight little dweebs we come to associate with the Watchers Council is he?” She licked her lips, a smile on her face. She felt well fucked. “Thank you for letting me go first.” Meagan nodded. “Where is he? Is that the shower I hear? Is he hiding in the shower?”
“No problem.” Megan answered. “I want us both with child. Your went into fertility first so I have longer. I think he wants to be clean for each of us. I think that is sweet, he is thoughtful, I wish I could meet a guy like him.”
Giles walked out of the bathroom, looking at the women. He had a robe on and came and lay down by Becky. Becky was feeling very feminine and very well fucked as she looked into his eyes, a smile on her lips and her hand on her womb. Giles felt proud and content, as if he had accomplished something.
Megan held her need for the same in check as he rested. This wasn't some high school frolic for orgasms. She wanted him to refill his vigor as well as his virility, so she too could soon be on her back praying for conception.
Giles looked at Megan, he wanted her now. “Megan, come here.” She looked at him and licked her lips in anticipation as Giles smiled at her. “I want to taste you.” She smiled and lay back along side Becky, her legs open in invitation. She watched him in anticipation. Was he really going to do what she thought he was? Giles grabbed her hips and rubbed his face in her curls as he tongued her clit, grabbing it between his lips and stroking it. He stroked her hips with his right hand as his left stroked down her leg. “Oh my God.” She hissed, as his mouth worked its wonder on her clit. He was driving her insane!
Giles chuckled as he felt her getting wet. He didn't need fancy gimmicks, a good pussy licking and she was melting in his hands. He reveled in the thicker sweeter secretions as they tantalized his tongue. He looked up at her. “You know woman who are fertile, their come is sticker and thicker, sweeter to the taste. Just like yours.” He nibbled on her lips and she moaned.
She nodded her mind wandering to other sensations. “I've been told.” She swallowed as she prayed he would end this with his cock in her cunt. Giles smiled and returned to his task. She was soon wet and mewing for his real attention, as she tried to rub her pussy on his face for relief. He was rock hard as he climbed up her body then entered her.
She moaned and wrapped her legs around him as she matched him thrust for thrust. “Oh God you feel so good in me. Harder, deeper, give me your seed to fill me!” She rocked and thrust on him, a raw animalistic need to fuck and be filled with the seed of life. Giles moaned; he knew he was not going to last long, but this was not about lasting, this was about giving them a child. She reached up and kissed him hard as her orgasm shuddered through her, causing her to tighten on him. Her womb massaged the tip of his cock rhythmically as she shuddered.
Giles moaned and thrust deeper. He moaned harder and come in her, sealing their hips together like he had with Becky. She came with a scream wrapping her legs around him holding him tightly, her hips tipped and the head of his dick tight up against her cervix. She looked up into his eyes with adoration knowing as she held him deep within herself; his seed was making their way to her egg. She kissed him gently with thankfulness, a smiled on her lips enjoying the feeling of his softening cock in her sealing them as one.
Giles lay between them. His thoughts drifted to the children he hoped to have given them. What would they be like? Would he ever see them? Being Watcher Prime had its dangers and a part of him was sad that he would not get to raise them. But it might be best, considering his life on the Hellmouth. But for now he would do his part in this and give these women the children they and the Council both wanted
They snuggled up to him one on each side as they kept their positions on their back; their pelvis’ tilted to maximize the sperms travels. They were relaxed and patient knowing the next several days would be very pleasurable, as well as productive.
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