"of course it isn't your purpose," he murmured softly, caressing their stomach. "i know that your body wasn't designed for anything... it wasn't designed at all."

they squirmed slightly, but he only gently pressed himself closer to their body. it felt strange to fight it when he wasn't being rough, but their heart pounded.

"still," he continued, so close to their ear that they could feel his warm breath, "it is a fact that your body is capable of it."

their own breath was heavy. "it's not going to be as soon as i can fix that," they said.

"but you haven't yet."

even through the layers of clothing, they could feel him throbbing. if they continued squirming, they would only be grinding against it.

they weren't sure why they couldn't make more of an effort to get away. he wasn't holding them that tightly. they weren't even arguing verbally. they weren't telling him to let them go, or to stop, or anything, even as that hardness behind them felt like a threat.

his touches were slow, sensual, romantic. it felt nice, physically, but they also knew what it meant. it was like he was saying that they were already his.

just when they were about to muster up the energy to fight it, to at least do something, he kissed their ear, and a shiver ran down their spine.

"it's just a fact," he said, very slowly, in a weird tone that felt like it was drawing in all of their attention like a magnet, "that i could make that happen to you. your body would react to it, automatically. it would carry out processes that you aren't capable of controlling on your own. processes that would be very intensive on your body, that would change it quite drastically. you might tell me now that you don't want that... that you're afraid of it... and i can feel your heart pounding in your chest... i can feel you twitch and shudder... but..."

the gentle pressure from his arms wrapping around them was enough to make them freeze.

"that makes no real difference, does it? it doesn't have to be your purpose... it doesn't have to be something you're meant to do... it doesn't have to be something you're designed for... or something you were always fated to do. something you were always destined to be."

his hand creeped down to their waistband, making them gasp.

"it's not a universal, unavoidable biological fact that everyone who is born a certain way must perform a certain function..."

his fingers continued crawling down their skin.

"and it is not some sort of inherent female instinct for you to freeze up like this, either. your inability to fight it also has nothing to do with a lack of physical strength or capability."

his hand avoided their t-dick, his fingers going further down, finally touching their entrance, feeling and hearing the wetness that had been gushing out of them.

they barely stifled a moan, their thighs squeezing together.

"that's right," he cooed, carefully spreading the wetness, rubbing them with his fingers. "your body is already so nice and wet, isn't it? so nice and open."

the combination of his touches and his praise and the clear pleasure in his voice felt amazing, even though the context was nightmarish.

"i wonder why that is?" he whispered, a finger starting to slip in and probe them. "it seems that you in particular might want this. that your body in particular might want this."

he would have been able to feel exactly what words were making them pulse and twitch around his finger.

"i remember when you told me about how your period, which had always been so regular, was late when you had been with your boyfriend... after you were scared that there was a leak in the condom..." another finger slipped in. "as if your body was taking as much time as possible... trying to keep the window open..."

"it, like," their voice was quiet and uneven, "anxiety can make it late, too, so it could've been..."

he laughed softly. "you're right. it could have just been anxiety." his fingers curled inside of them, delicately rubbing and massaging. "but it doesn't matter. it doesn't really matter if you or your body want it... it's simply a fact that it will react a certain way. it is a fact that you're very wet right now. you're also much more open than i would have expected by this point. though i will want you to be a bit more relaxed and loose..."

there was something about how controlling he was being, even though he was being so soft and gentle and slow, and telling them exactly what he was doing. the way he was talking, the things he was saying, it was making them completely soaked.

"and you know, it is very natural, in a way," he said. "it is very normal for someone like you to be excited by this. the fear is exciting. and of course you can't completely avoid being influenced by the ways others think and talk about it, can you? and besides that... there is a grain of truth to some of it, isn't there?"

his other hand slipped under their shirt, massaging their chest. they couldn't stop themself from letting out weak moans at this point.

"it does feel physically pleasurable for someone to touch your genitals. you do respond with arousal, which makes your body more wet and open, more easy to penetrate. and these are processes which are difficult for you to control or resist."

he took his hands off of them for a moment, still leaning against them as he pulled down his underwear, before doing the same to theirs.

they couldn't stop themself from letting out a full moan as they felt his cock slide between their thighs, rubbing their entrance.

"that's right... very good..."

his cooing made them shudder, their mind going fuzzy for a second in the pleasure.

it continued slowly sliding between their lips, one of his hands holding their hips in place, and the other going back to their chest.

"when your body is so wet, and open, and aroused, this sort of stimulation feels very good, for both people... and it makes it very easy to just... slide in..." the head pushed against their entrance, almost pushing in. "it could happen almost by accident... these reactions make it likely to happen... all of these automatic responses encourage both you and the other person to continue."

a part of them really did want it inside of them, even when they were already almost dizzy worrying about his precum being rubbed between their lips.

it kept poking at them, getting closer and closer to penetrating as he spoke.

"just relax," he murmured, drawing out the words. "just let your body relax for me... nice and open... let it loosen up and lengthen for me... pushing everything back... to accommodate being penetrated..."

they couldn't stop it. their whole body relaxed and tingled, the wetness drooling out of them, the inside of their body relaxing, as they felt the head pushing into them with no resistance.

"that's right... very good... just like that... keep relaxing like that for me."

he continued sliding in, slowly but steadily, filling and stretching their body. the more they gave in and relaxed, the more amazing it felt - they weren't sure they'd ever felt this good before. they knew they shouldn't just let it happen, they knew they were afraid of the consequences, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that they just melted. they were moaning more now, and each time, he encouraged it, telling them how good they sounded, telling them to keep making those sounds.

he was deep inside of them. they were taking his entire cock. he continued to move at a gentle pace, but they could feel the tip kissing their cervix.

he adjusted their position, pushing their head down further, with their hips up.

"that's right... it's so easy... it was so easy to push deep inside of you... your body is eagerly accepting it... and as you become more wet and open, as you allow your body to become more sensitive and aroused... you'll make it easier for me to impregnate you."

hearing him say it so clearly while they were in this position made them pulse around his cock, another moan coming out. he throbbed inside of them.

"mm, that feels good," he murmured. "those responses will bring both of us closer to orgasm. you'll be more likely to get pregnant if you cum, too."

they already felt so close. they shouldn't have been so into it. it wasn't just terrifying, it was embarrassing being so turned on by that.

he continued rocking his hips, just a bit harder, but still so slowly, they could feel every motion inside of them.

"you can't help it, can you?" he said, more lovingly than teasingly. "you want me to fill you up... you want to cum around me, to squeeze out all of it... you want it inside your womb... penetrating deep inside of you... where you can't stop it... you can't control it... your egg is simply waiting..."

every slow thrust was pushing both of them closer.

"it will grow inside of you... your stomach will swell... your breasts will be engorged with milk... you'll be tired... exhausted... but i'll help you... you'll be able to relax with me. you'll be able to enjoy it... to enjoy that heavy feeling... to enjoy the feeling of it growing inside of you... your body doing such a good job... knowing that you're doing all of this for me..."

he was moving less now, staying deeper inside of them, his cock pressing down into their body. it felt like it was bulging out of their stomach.

"it will all feel so good," he whispered, kissing and licking their ear, massaging their breast. "it doesn't matter that you weren't made for it... you might as well have been. you can't stop it. you like it. and your body is so good for it... taking it so well... i know you'll just cum for me... and milk it all out... holding your hips up, letting gravity pull it down deeper... so that you can have as much thick, virile sperm coating your walls as possible... so that i can impregnate you. so open... so fertile... so good."

they were so close. their thighs and hips tingled as they tried to hold back the orgasm that was threatening to seize their body.

"just relax..." they were being rocked with every movement. their breast was so sensitive from the massaging, the nipple stimulation going right to their clit. "i know you're close... it's alright..." another kiss on their ear. "just be good and cum for me..."

he pushed his cock as deep inside as possible, carefully rolling his hips against them, the movements so controlled even when he was clearly on the edge.

it was getting harder to hold back. they felt themself involuntarily pulsing around his cock. their whole body tingled. they held their breath.

"good girl," he murmured. "you're being such a good girl for me."

as shameful as it was, that sent them over the edge, their wet pussy milking his cock and letting his seed pump deep inside of it, pouring into their womb. it felt so good, it felt right, it felt like what they needed. it was so warm, and sticky, and thick, and it made them feel so full, so weak. it just kept coming, overwhelming them with every pump, until they felt like their belly must have been swollen with cum.

he continued cooing at them, praising them, touching them, as they kept twitching and moaning and pulsing.

"you can feel it, can't you?" he asked softly as they were just recovering from the orgasm, his voice almost a whisper. he was still inside of them, plugging them up, a finger wandering around to push in anything that leaked out, his other hand rubbing their shoulder. "you can feel it inside of you... searching... finding your egg... penetrating it... deep inside of you... where there is nothing you can do... just feel it..."

they knew there was no way they could really feel something like that, and no way it would happen so instantly, but their body reacted as if it was real. their fear was turning into a kind of resignation, a kind of submission, an acceptance of being his. it didn't matter if any of it made sense, or if they wanted it or not - it only mattered that he had overpowered them, and that it felt good. their body... their body was his.