[Regifortis]

Squeaking springs, sweaty pregnant flesh, hard and mature cock battering his hole, and Will's dirty talk. That was Steve's entire world in that moment. He could feel how possessive Will had become. He wasn't a sugar daddy in the strictest of terms, but he sure as hell acted like one. Each and every word of dominance, of claiming Steve to be nothing but an immobile brood mare for him...Steve felt a primal desire unlock in him. A desire to not worry about anything but getting fucked and getting bigger.

"YEAH! YEAH, MAKE ME A FAT PREGNANT WHORE! I'M YOURS! GIVE ME SO MANY KIDS I CAN'T EVEN MOVE!"

He felt an orgasm building, and he tried to clamp down on it to make this last. But as he did so, a bizarre bitterness came over him. He blinked. Suddenly he saw himself in some cave, tied down and heaving heavily. Some idea of pure agony came over him, like he had to give birth again too soon. And he saw a robed man standing over him. He spoke words of condemnation, but there was an edge of lust to them. Words of the goddess he had scorned, and of how he would learn the ways and woes of giving life. No matter how long it took...

Steve blinked again. The hell? But he felt Will slam into him again, and any thoughts of that bizarre idea flittered away like waking up from a fading dream.