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Having listened to Caelus describe his symptoms, Anaxa adopts a contemplative pose, hand to chin as his single eye intently observes the Traveler from Beyond the Sky.
"I think I understand," Anaxa finally speaks. "The immediate situation has an easy enough fix."
Caelus jumps at this first glimmer of hope - which is how he finds himself strapped face down to a curious doctors table.
His feet remain firmly on the ground, honestly only making the position more uncomfortable, while his torso rests on a sloped board, his head actually situated lower than his ass, and to top it off his arms are left to hang down that his hands can be chained to the floor. Except he's not that flexible, leading Anaxa to give the chains more slack as he remarks disparagingly about whether he's even serious about wanting to be free of this affliction?
Of course Caelus is long used to the dear Professors acerbic nature, and normally a comment like that would run off him like water off a baby seal. But for the past while at the Grove he's been nothing but exhausted, upset and embarrassed, headed straight for an emotional breaking point, and he tears up instead.
That's when his pants are pulled down, trapping even his legs.
Stunned, Caelus stalls, only jerking when fingers pet his rim. "Wha-?!"
"As I suspected." Anaxas cool voice speaks over his protests. "The body is truly an incredible thing." The fingers move away, up Caelus back, smearing hot fluid into his skin. "You can relax. I gladly accept. I'll take care of you."
Caelus squirms to no avail whatsoever. He's weak and shaky and shouldn't have let himself be fucking chained up. When cursing gets him nowhere, he changes tracks and asks, "What is going on, Professor??"
Anaxa sighs, but as men like him love to do, begins to explain. "In the event of a false pregnancy, the body acts as if it were growing a babe for real. This is just one of the many ways in which the mind and body can play tricks on us. Some are helpful, some harmful, though the majority end up benign at most." His wet fingers return to Caelus ass. "And here you are, a supposed man, leaking from his hole." Groping harshly at the fat there preempts any potential protest as Caelus keens. Anaxa continues, "Don't misunderstand; I'm praising you. After caring for your son and seeing how lonely and misunderstood he's been, as is the fate of most geniuses, your body has reacted like this." One hand moves to Caelus crotch, where his dick hangs shamefully hard and leaking, having troubled him for days now. Anaxa feels him up, rubbing and pulling and sequeezing till Caelus is a whimpering teary mess. "Irrefutable proof how much you love and care for him. Indeed, you are coming ever closer to being an ideal mommy. You are in heat, just the way a dromas would be. As you know, the noble dromas mates for life. Not only will your son gain a little sibling, but a daddy, too." Just before Caelus can cum all over the floor, Anaxa removes his touch. "Of course, your form is still human. Being mounted by a dromas might be asking too much. Instead the instincts which come with estrus lead you to find and present yourself to the next best possible candidate for a mate and genetic contributor. Me."
Stepping away, Anaxa takes his touch, violating and grounding alike, with him. Caelus lets out a bereft sound, mentally berates himself, then uses the moment of clarity to think that the Professor has well and truly lost it.
He announces his return by fondling Caelus ass once more. "Do not fret. As stated, I'll take on this responsibility. Now you've brought this to my attention, I could never let you leave without having satisfied your needs. I'll take responsibility for our children, and for you, too. Since you clearly can't be left to your own devices, it's best to marry as soon as possible. A human custom, but necessary, I'd say."
To the insanity of all of that, Caelus can only say, "I can't have children." So of course his body betrays him by pushing more liquid out his ass.
Anaxa tsks, probably shakes his head in that infuriating, condescending way. He spreads Caelus ass wide, that his hole clenches, which makes yet more wetness run down his taint. "As the one with the Authority of Worldbearing, for you there's nothing more natural than creating life. But fret not, you aren't alone in this. The seed of Reason may sprout anywhere... including immature and ungrateful virgin wombs."
"-no nono-" Caelus desperately shakes his head. He had forgotten he's currently on Amphoreus, where anything is possible.
"Your body at least is begging me. No doubt recognizing a virile male. Don't worry," he gives a little pat to Caelus side, "I'll breed you till you're heavy with child, as many times as necessary. And seeing how desperate for a real cock you are, I won't make your tiny little hole wait any longer, either."
Having stated such, Anaxa then actually shuts up, grasps Caelus waist to hold him steady and pull his ass that tiny bit further up, allowing him to slide his cock directly between Caelus cheeks with just a step closer. Because that pause, before, was probably him undressing.
Caelus can't think past the panic. Past the want. The blunt head teases at his rim, rubbing against his hole, liberally smearing their juices around and driving Caelus emotions to new heights. Shamefully, terrifingly, he's desperate with arousal, as he has been ever since he arrived in the Grove. Not even the very real threat of getting knocked up by a man a million times his age can stop his dick (and hole) from twitching. Not that it matters; the heat cooking his brain prevents him from accessing any path and he's still chained up, besides. Completely at the madman's mercy. He can't even see-!
His shriek drowns out Anaxas groan. Having such a huge thing shoved inside without any preparation has Caelus sobbing from the pain. No matter what his body has decided, for a man a little self-lubrication just isn't enough to take cock!
Not that Anaxa cares. He rocks back, then goes again, steadily feeding more of himself into the slowly yielding body beneath him.
Forced to take it, Caelus can only cry. The crude, brute force effort makes his ass burn and his vision swim. With every heaving breath he fears he'll throw up.
By the time he realizes Anaxa has worked himself in balls deep, he's already pulling out. To fuck back in. Of course.
Over the next thrusts, the act becomes progressively easier. More wetness? Or just Caelus body surrendering to the situation before his mind is ready to?
He squeezes his eyes shut and in this way ignores the going-ons, for a time.
Anaxagoras does not try anything funny (more funny), no soft caresses, no sweet words, just the occassional grunt as he concentrates fully on 'taking care' of his wifes 'needs'.
The sounds of slapping skin echo through his private laboratory.
Her slutty little hole sucks him in greedily, much like her mouth will, he's sure, hot and tight and perfect. And every time he rocks back, more slick leaks out. A mesmerizing sight. Around where her soft entrance blushes pink from their forceful mating pearls of wetness glint. Still distracting and seducing him even in this position.
But of course he can't punish Caelus while she's in estrus. Especially as she's simply acting like a girl should.
Thinking of it like that has Anaxagoras grip harder at her waist. And grind deeper. Her ass is so plush while her waist is so tiny.
His thoughts are derrailed when she pushes back against him.
... beginning to give in, at last?
Caelus has read enough shitty porn, but this is his first time living one. Having that huge cock fuck his virgin ass for so long actually makes the pain ignorable and even starts to feel good??
He's running out of tears to cry. And even if his body has taken a wrong turn into the crazy land of wanting to bear children, so what? Since it's come to this, he'll accept the present pleasure, as he can always kill that guy later.
Just as he has decided, that guy... stops.
Caelus shudders. Quite without his conscious input, his hips grind back, working for Anaxas cock to keep rubbing against the special spot inside. It's the only way he's found to ease the gnawing need. His swaying dick has never stopped uselessly leaking onto the floor throughout all of this, but now he squirts out a little more.
Neither orgasm nor piss, but some third thing.
"That's where you need it?" Anaxa fucks forward with his usual impressive accuracy, earning Caelus first moan. "We found the entrance to your newly formed womb, then, I take it?" He puts his back into the thrusts, testing out various angles and how to elict the most reaction out of Caelus, who moans and squirms helplessly, insides twitching uncontrollably from the constant attack.
"Hah, your body is expressive enough, but after all this is also my first time handling a female in heat." Anaxa slows down and braces himself on Caelus back, the better to speak down to him, "Use your words now, tell me what you need and if you're honest I'll certainly reward you." One hand pets up and down Caelus side like he's an animal to be gentled. Anaxa already outright stated he doesn't see him as much more than that.
With the needy way he acts, perhaps that fits.
Having never had any shame to begin with, Caelus cants his hips back and begs, "More, please, A-naxa!"
A catch of breath from above, before Anaxa says, "...good girl," sounding surprised to have gotten his way so quickly. This guy, doesn't he know Caelus at all?? Whatever, important is that he picks his pace up again. "You are, hah, truly amazing. A virgin just this morning, yet now you're taking your breeding so well. I know most of that is the estrus, but after all, that is also a decision you made for yourself." Caelus own gasps and the slick sounds of their coupling make it hard for him to follow Anaxas crazed mumbling. "Suppose you must, hah, also have been lonely, huh? Don't worry, not only will I give you a bunch more kids, I'll never leave you alone again, either."
Also not helping Caelus concentration? The heat in his ass, womb and everywhere.
As a man, he'd naturally jerk his dick to get off. But his hands are chained, there's nothing to rub off against and he can imagine it would be useless to ask Anaxa to touch him.
Turns out, the madman would be right. With every one of his thrusts his cock pushes past the entrance to Caelus womb, the special spot that feels more pleasurable than anything he has done with his dick ever has.
"...you're getting louder. Feels that good? Then cum, girl! You first hands free, female orgasm," Anaxa rests all his upper weight on Caelus, the better to rut into him like a beast.
It kicks Caelus over the last precipice. His inner walls clamp down and his back arches as he seizes.
Seems to drag on and on and on, every drag of cock over his insides sending sparks up his spine to his brain, where a corner of his mind screams 'you're getting knocked up' while sounding all too happy about it.
The bliss is unlike anything before, truly out of this world. Then becomes too much quite suddenly. Pure overstimulation. Caelus whines in distress.
And for the first time today, Anaxa let's up. "Too much?" His hips come to a stop after a few last, harsh thrusts. He's only a man, after all.
Once the wave of sensation recedes, Caelus takes stock of his state. Wrung out, loose-limped and dizzy with relief, he's slumped over the table as his dick goes soft for the first time in days. He'll admit, this was indeed an easy enough fix.
The hero of the hour remains lying over him, completely covering and enveloping his body, keeping him safe while being kept warm in turn. As always he smells good, like fresh plants and ink. Though now there's also the irresistible stank of sex and man sweat. Which Caelus is the ultimate cause of, in a way. If his nose were any better, he could pick out more information just from this.
The point is, a handsome, intelligent and self-possessed man like Anaxa went crazy (literally) with lust over him. In a strange way, Caelus feels flattered.
With a grunt, Anaxa gets his hands between them and under Caelus top. A little fumbling has it shoved under his armpits and them skin to skin, making Caelus sigh. He squeezes his hole in appreciation, says, "Let's move to a bed."
Anaxa muffles a quickly swallowed laugh into Caelus shoulderblade, then nuzzles and pets at him in preemptive appeasement. "Later, certainly. Once we're properly wed and you're fat with my children." Implying that until their marriage he's staying trapped here??
Before Caelus can try and argue his point further (and probably just make things worse for himself), hands cup his chest, kneading at where the skin has grown raw and sensitive from rubbing against the table. He squirms and moans to no avail.
"These will swell too. Ah, but first..." Anaxa pinches cruelly before he lets go, and indeed moves back to the point he pulls out entirely.
Leaving Caelus torn between cursing and begging him. He tries for a question, "Wha-", but has to cough and swallow. He shivers from the cold.
Her empty hole twitches, as just like a mindless animal, she's enciting him to drop everything and fill her up again. But as Anaxagoras has a plan, he rips his eye away. Her ass will still be waiting for him when he's done.
"Can't go a minute without my cock before you turn into a needy little mess? Truly just like a bitch in heat. But now I'm here to help you." He shoves at her feet till she spreads her legs, or as much as she can while still keeping some weight on her toes. Perhaps he'll move her to a more comfortable breeding bench later, if she submits prettily. "It's so hard to think like this, isn't it?" He waits and when she moves to speak up, meanly grabs at her limb little dick. "Controlled by your lust, you can hardly be trusted to make decisions of any kind. Once we're married, I'll take over. But until then, here's a little something to help you." He cups her unsightly balls too, squeezing everything in his fist till she's just shy of screaming. Quickly his hand is wet with girlcum, sweat and the sweeter fluid leaking from her hole, but he manages to get a handle without having to crawl under the table. "Since you've decided to become a woman, with all the privileges and responsibilities entailed therein, your old circumstances will just distract you. Part of the reason your estrus is turning you into such an empty headed little slut is that your body works double, confused by these extant bits." When he pinches the head of her dick, she begins to sob. He raises his voice to be heard. "Cutting it all off would be simplest, but then your breeding would have to wait till the wound's healed." He finally fits the alchemically created cockcage in place. "So instead we'll lock it all away." It fits beautifully, even managing to make those ugly extra parts of his wife look all pretty, and Anaxagoras doesn't just think so because he's the only one who can open and remove it. Which naturally, he'll never do. "This way, hopefully your body and mind will remember your new identity and not waste any more time and energy on something so useless." He gives his handful one last good, friendly squeeze, then lets go, deeming it totally irrelevant moving forward.
Next, he spends some time soothing her with soft touches and gentle caresses. Though satisfied by the necessity of his actions, she's the mother of his child, after all, so it doesn't do to get his cock wet while she's weeping so terribly. Or at least he'll give her a few more minutes.
"You came to me for help, this is all for your own good."
She shakes her head so hard her ass jiggles with the force of it. Inviting marital discipline upon herself? Anaxagoras gropes a handful. In response, her hole pushes out another glob of nectar.
"... I see. Forgive me, darling. Of course, the way to calm a female during estrus is to fuck her full." He guides his long neglected (but continually hard) cock to where her body is soft and pink and open for him. "It seems I'm still thinking of you like a human. My mistake. I'll give you what you crave now, so there's no more need to cry."
So saying, he feeds her his cock. She takes it more easily than before, truly proving this course of action to be the right one. Seems it's worth the effort to make Caelus like it.
Anaxagoras pays the act special attention now. Her wet insides welcome him, as space has already begun to be carved out for himself. Despite her unwilling and ungrateful demeanor the walls hugging him flutter wildly.
"Hah, you're so cute," and though he can't watch her face, she really is, her trembling back all flushed and sweaty, one of her legs twitching against his own seemingly encouraging him to thrust harder, her chains scraping against the floor as she desperately looks for something to hold onto.
Though he likes standing firm, gripping her tiny waist and looking down at her from above like this, observing their bodies joining again and again and noting any minor reaction, there's an argument to be made for the medical and theraupeutic use of skincontact. Anaxagoras will have won nothing if at the end of this the little whore allows just anyone to take her. That's why he braces himself against the table, his chest to her back and licks and mouths at her shoulder while she presses against him with a shudder.
"I'm here, no need to be scared, leave it all to me," to which she moans in response, as the position also allows him to snap his hips with more force.
Continuing like that has her sinking back under and into wanton lustful pleasure soon enough.
Half needing more, half wanting it over with, Caelus squeezes around the cock plowing his depths. Huge and hot and pleasuring him so perfectly.
He'd be hard again, if it weren't for the cage. His own internal fever, expertly stroked by the madman taking advantage. Yet now cold metal forces his dick to stay soft even as the breeding has him leak like a broken faucet. Caelus imagines if his hands were free he'd probably be clawing to get it off. The worst part is how he can't possibly ignore it. Every meeting of their hips has his dick press against its confines, smothering the spark of pleasure, or perhaps sending them to his womb. Hyperaware, as that's where the sensation catches and sets him ablaze.
Like this, he's nothing but a hole for Anaxa to fuck. A trembling, moaning, leaking hole, better than any sextoy, possibly even beating out whores.
Such thoughts have Caelus tear up again and he whines, "An-axa."
"What." Anaxa pants. How long has it been? The professor is not the most athletic guy, and yet he's still going at it.
If Caelus voice comes out particularly pitifully, well. He begs, "You said - you were gonna give me your babies - so what are you waiting for??" He grinds his hips back, squeezes down hard, anything to finally end this. Not that he can do much else.
"Ah." The thick fat cock stirring up his insides twitches. "Good girl, asking for what you want." Anaxa runs one hand up Caelus side while the other gropes his chest. "Of course, you've been wet and tight all along..." His hips slow and roll, grinding deep without pulling out and allowing the scholar to catch his breath while Caelus loses his.
"Please!"
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll give you my seed. It's just first that you need to cum again, to open up your womb." And so the head of his cock pushes insistensly against his second entrance till Caelus is dizzy with it, writhing to no avail.
There's only the thing spearing his core so forcefully. Exactly where his body wants it, but yet unable to let it in.
"-touch me, please!" He can't control what falls out of his mouth. Can't hear himself think.
Even as she almost bucks him off Anaxagoras keeps pressing her weak spot and in this way is rewarded as she cums. She keens for a time, perhaps for a longer span now she's forced to feel it only from her hole. Her insides spasm even after she falls pliant.
He's very satisfied with her and makes sure to say as much. "You're doing so well. Your body takes me further now, I'll give it to you, don't worry." He starts to fuck her again, can't and doesn't want to wait any longer.
She whines, but as that's all, he deigns to overlook this protest. Has his cock finally turned her stupid?
He stands back up fully, like that could help him assess her condition. He loves her like this, helpless, chained up and available for his use, but it does keep her pretty face turned away... Once he has taken her as his wife, he'll fuck her mouth loads to make up for it. The thought has his hips grow more errantic. The contracts of Amphoreus are all-binding. After he has her tied to him using both Law and Romance, she'll be his till the end. More permanent than any alchemy, more fool-proof than if he made her birth a dozen children.
Anaxagoras imagines it again, her growing fat with child, perhaps having grown a real cunt for him to stuff.
She's crying once more, but at least has the sense to keep quiet.
"I know! I know, you need me to give it to you so bad. I'm gonna knock you up now, okay? Relax for me, darling. I wish I had a knot to truly satisfy you - but I'll just fuck you like this for the next week. Gotta make sure it takes. Can't waste the gift you've given us. Here, take it, get pregnant...!"
More nonsense falls out of his mouth, even as he shoots his load at long last.
... how long has he planned and prepared and waited for this?
His hips jerk some more, but soon he has reached the point where even her perfect body milking his cock becomes too much. Anaxagoras stays balls deep inside, though.
His legs feel weak and in any case he still has a lot to do before he can fall asleep.
Though he'd like to keep her like this, naked bent over and aching for his cock, always, some considerations have to be made. She's supposed to be pregnant, after all. Even though that's unlikely, it's best for her not to realize as much for months.
Eventually he gets so soft even her greedy hole can't keep him any longer and so he slips out. Anaxagoras quickly grabs the ready wooden plug from nearby and works it in. "You look beautiful leaking my seed, but that's for later.
Make sure to keep it inside for now." He fondles her ass to underscore the point.
Unfortunately she's decided to pass out. Oh well, that just means he can give her the next dose of drugs.
Everything remains well within the plans parameters.