Backward

        The bodies danced in the darkness. Briefly. He rolled off, settling into a comfy rest amongst the sheets while she lay there panting. Gloria slid a shaking hand down her body to her nether regions… and paused. She grimaced. She hadn’t even come close to finishing. She glanced over at her already snoring husband with mild disdain. Sex these past few years had become a mechanical chore, a futile attempt at conception. She had tried everything. Different positions, times of the month, and she had even drank an entire medicine bag of fertility potions over the course of the past few weeks. She couldn’t possibly be more prepared to create life. One of them was infertile, and she was 95% certain it was his fault. Horatio was too prideful to admit this, of course. But then again, the man was half-insane anyway… ever since that day…

 

        Gloria felt that quickly cooling sludge dripping down her tunnel. She cupped her hand over her mound as she stood up – she didn’t want to lose a single drop. Gloria walked bow-legged to the study and rummaged through the desk for a glass vial. “This will do,” she muttered as she held it beneath her, parting her pussy lips with two fingers and letting the semen drip into it ever-so-carefully. She corked the vial and stowed it again before climbing back into bed. Tomorrow, she’d know for sure.

                                                   * * *

        “How are you doing on this fine morn, Knight-Lieutenant Sable?” inquired the mousy assistant as Gloria strode into the lab. As the head of the 1st Research and Development Division of the Imperial Wizards, it was not unusual for her to be here so early in the day.

 

        As she walked past, she gave a non-response, “It is indeed a nice, sunny, Spring day. And how are you doing… uh… Richard?”

 

        “Richmond,” the assistant corrected. “And I am feeling absolutely fantastic. Over the weekend, we confirmed that my wife is indeed pregnant with our second child. I’m positively giddy with anticipation.”

 

        “Well congratulations,” Gloria replied with thinly-veiled contempt. He didn’t notice. “Take the day off. I have personal matters to attend to in the lab, anyhow.”

 

        Nestled among bubbling beakers and active alembics, her work station was relatively secluded. Gloria glanced around to be sure that the lab was empty before removing a vial of pearly-white liquid from her belt. She carefully dripped a sample onto a slide and placed it under the large microscope that dominated the desktop. Gloria peered through the fine-tuned aperture. She gasped.

 

        The sperm cells were swimming backward. Gloria took a few steps back from the station. Thoughts swarmed in her mind, searching for answers. “How can this be…?” she whispered. She needed time to clear her head. The implications were too vast for her to process.

 

        Walking through the busy marketplace, the scientist stroked her chin, lost in thought. When she met her husband all those years ago, he was a modest, kind man, the son of a watchmaker. Gloria herself was the illegitimate daughter of a noble, though in his generosity, he formally held her out as one of his own shortly after her birth. Still, the courting of a pseudo-aristocrat to a mere artisan was scandalous, at least at the time.

 

        She smiled. Gloria recalled her first meeting with Horatio: she had entered his shop to get an antique timepiece repaired. Upon seeing it, it was love at first sight, and both of them knew it. He was shackled by shyness, and she by station, so Gloria put her brilliant mind at work. Over the course of months, she would subtly sabotage the timepiece, just so she could return to for repair once more. And Horatio would give her the same look as he fixed the same problem every time. It wasn’t long before they were wed. And they enjoyed their marital bliss.

 

        For a time. One strange day, though, he had become a completely changed man. Unhinged. Horatio barricaded her in the house, forbidding Gloria from going outside. He ranted about … time-travel … of all things. That he had returned again-and-again to try to save her life, looping dozens if not hundreds of times, always failing. It was foolish, she thought, even as he shielded her body from a rotten piece of wood that had fallen from the floor above… Chronomancy had its limits, after all. One could speed up, slow down, or even bring time to a standstill… but to reverse time would be to reverse the law of causality itself. Her research demonstrated this to be impossible… yet…

 

        Gloria shook her head. The image of those little sperm swimming backwards haunted her. Could this be–

 

        She smacked into a figure existing a run-down hostel. Her body was cushioned by her ample bosom, but her pride was guarded by no such barrier. She blushed as red as her long, wild hair.

        “O-Oh, I’m ever so sorry-” she stammered as she looked up. He was a tad taller (a rarity in an age of manlets, she had ranted on more than one occasion), 6’1” to her 5’10”, so it took her a second to register his appearance. He looked identical to her husband… almost. The raven-black hair, the strong chin, that slight perma-stubble… but his eyes lacked that haunted look. Rather, his eyes were the same calm grey of a sea before a storm that she had loved so much way back when.

 

        “Horati- Garrett?” she corrected herself. He was garbed in the regalia of the Imperial Wizards, navy blue trimmed with silver, though his coat had seen better days. It was her husband’s twin brother. He had been her classmate at the academy, though he was shipped to the front lines in Novgorod immediately upon graduation. Gloria always held a fondness for him, though his brother was the first to win her affection. “You’ve returned…? I never thought I’d see you again…” she said, tears welling in her cobalt blue eyes.

 

        “The Rus couldn’t get the better of me, I’m afraid,” Garrett said with a confidence she never knew he had. He grinned in such a way as to send Gloria’s dulled heart aflutter. “Command thought it best to send me back to the capital to train new ranks of wizards. It is a war of attrition out there, after all.”

 

        “We have much catching up to do,” Gloria managed, stating the obvious. How long had it been? She thought to improvise quickly. This was her chance! She could deduce whether chronomancy was the cause of her husband’s issue, and at the same time rectify the problems of her marriage. The brothers shared the same genes after all…

 

        “My father has taken ill,” she blurted out. “I must return to Leicester at once to tend to his health.” That was a lie, of course. He was on vacation on the mainland for another week or two, surrounded by a horde of harlots, no doubt. Leicester Castle was deserted. Gloria paused, gathering her courage. “Please, come with me,” she pleaded. “I will be ever so lonely and there’s so much to … discuss.”

 

        Garrett was taken aback by the sudden request. “I have yet to get my stipend from the army, so I cannot afford a carriage… When do you depart from the city?” he inquired.

 

        “Right now.”

                                                    * * *

 

        In a flash of emerald ozone, the two appeared in a plush bedchamber. Garrett steadied himself against the stone wall. Gloria did the same with the nearest mahogany bedpost, but for a different reason: her tummy was filled with a flock of butterflies, a kind of pleasant anxiety she hadn’t felt in so long.  Her heart thumped in her chest as she hobbled over to the window. Gloria pulled aside the crimson drapes, causing the harsh morning light to flood the room.

 

        “W-what just-” Garrett croaked, holding back his breakfast.

 

        “Have you forgotten that I am a geomancer, a conjuror?” Gloria replied, unbuttoning her jacket and yanking off her belt. “Teleportation is one of the first skills one learns in this discipline.” She tossed her coat on the bed and then embraced her yet-unaware lover from behind. Her heavy breasts pressed against his back as an elegant hand snaked into the waistband of his pants. Gloria found and fondled his hardening cock. It seems he was quickly becoming aware of the situation. The butterflies grew in number.

 

        “Your father is f-fine, isn’t he?” Garrett gasped.

 

        “Mmm… yes. He sojourns in the Basin for the season,” Gloria said, kissing his neck. “Nothing to worry about, love,” she whispered huskily as the tips of her fingers circled the head of his penis. She rubbed the palm of her hand down the length of the shaft before cupping his balls. Holding his weakness, Gloria gave Garrett a wicked and sultry demand, “Disrobe for me.” She squeezed ever so slightly. “As a ranking officer, you must obey me… under pain of death.” Garrett gulped and complied.

 

        Thus Gloria coaxed him into undressing, while unbuttoning his pants. The butterflies were a hurricane now, a furious swarm. And she was very, very wet. Her body ached for this. She had wanted to breed for so long. As quickly as she had embraced him, Gloria backed off.

 

        Gloria nonchalantly slipped out of her slacks and sat down in the window alcove. She was dazzling, bathed in the brilliant morning light. Her fiery red hair belied the passion in her heart as she gazed at him with a predatory hunger. She was now only clad in her tight, revealing blouse and frilly panties adorned with a little pink bow. These white undergarments glowed, accentuating the soft curve of her large, tempting tits and her taut, tasty tummy. Gloria’s nipples pressed hard against the thin fabric of the blouse, and it was readily apparent that her panties were soaked. Gloria sat there a moment in contemplation before taking a deep breath and committing herself to a course of action. Her heart was beating so hard and fast in her chest that she could almost hear it. She bit her lower lip and gave Garrett a sly grin. She kicked her legs in the air, and in one smooth motion, pulled her dripping panties down to her ankles. Gloria pulled him with a “come here” motion with her finger. “Get over here and fuck me,” she commanded. “That’s an order.”

 

        Without protest, Garrett positioned himself on top of her, scooting in between her long, slender legs and then wedging himself between her plump, silky thighs. He guided his phallus to her womanhood, and he mounted her. The head of his bulging cock pushed aside Gloria’s supple lips, slick with anticipation. Garrett gripped her hips, plunging into her pussy balls-deep. Gloria took it to the root in a single thrust. And she sighed with pleasure.

 

        Garrett was now inside his sister-in-law. Her sex lips licked his shaft, enveloping his cock like a velvet glove. He began pumping inside the adulteress’ full, voluptuous body. His thighs slapped loudly against the soft skin of her buttocks, creating a crescendo of flesh. The wet slapping sounds echoed in the quiet room. Slap! Slap! Slap! Though Gloria’s grapefruit-sized melons were restrained by her blouse, they quivered, bouncing to the beat of their fucking. Garrett bent over her for leverage; their faces were only inches apart. Gloria stared at him through half-lidded bedroom eyes, a look a wife reserves for her lover. As her azure orbs gazed in Garrett’s grey ones, she recalled for a moment that they looked so similar to her husband’s… before dismissing the notion. These eyes were tender and warm, not filled with that sharp, malignant madness that consumed Horatio these past few years.

 

        Brushing away any thoughts of her husband, Gloria stuck out her tongue, wiggling it seductively. Garrett caught it in his mouth and sucked, locking their lips together. Their tongues danced as passionately as their bodies. Gloria kissed him deeply, running his tongue over his. She kept her mouth firmly on his, craving him. Gloria was aggressive; her tongue darted vigorously inside Garrett’s mouth. It was a pantomime of the cock rhythmically disappearing between the trollop’s thick thighs, thrusting toward her womb, pumping her pussy. The pleasure of mating overtaking her, Gloria moaned into Garrett’s mouth while she bucked her hips against his. The lovers pulled their faces apart, their lips still connected by a glimmering string. They paused briefly, catching their breath.

 

        Gloria cooed softly. This urged Garrett on, who was already feeling an explosion building inside him. He alternated his rhythm: first deep and slow, followed by vigorous pounding. Gloria grew quiet aside from shallow gasps. If at first they were making love, now they were fucking like animals. Gloria’s jugs jiggled as she arched her back and quaked with pleasure. Garrett roughly tugged at her blouse, causing a heavy, creamy breast to spring out. It flopped up and down as Garrett plowed her. Garrett grabbed at it, molding the soft, ample mound with a rough, calloused hand. He moved to kneading the pink areola before taking it into his mouth and suckling.

 

        Gloria let out a husky moan and closed her eyes, her mouth agape. Her ankles bobbed in the air, her ass jiggled with each slap, and Garrett’s lance churned inside her as he became rougher and rougher and rougher. Gloria’s hips quivered with pleasure and exhaustion. The room stank of the musk of sweat. It was filled with the sounds of their fucking: the slapping of thighs and the barely restrained moans of an unrepentant slut.

 

        Garrett plunged deep. His balls pressed firmly against Gloria’s buttocks as his hard cock pressed against her cervix. He was positioned directly at her womb. Gloria held him close and wrapped her legs around him, keeping him inside her with all her might.

 

        Gloria arched her back. Her breasts bounced. Her pussy clenched. Her toes curled.

 

        Garrett’s body went rigid. His cock swelled. His balls jerked…

 

        And his organ began pumping – dumping his load deep inside Gloria’s hungry cunt. His orgasm ripped through her. The adulteress squirmed as she felt his hot penis pulsing. She gasped as ropes of thick cum spurted inside her. Garrett cock throbbed violently, diligently trying to impregnate the voluptuous vixen. Each angry spasm squirted a glob of goo into Gloria’s belly. Copious amounts of cum oozed out of her cunt each time Garrett pumped inside her. Gloria’s orgasm welled up inside her. The walls of her vagina contracted, and her cervix dipped into the pool of semen, sucking it into a very fertile womb. Her long legs were still wrapped around Garrett’s waist. His engorged phallus was stuck inside Gloria as the dwindling pulses of semen drooled into her damp, welcoming hole. Gloria’s pussy milked him dry, squeezing one last thick load out of him before releasing her grip.

 

        Garrett eventually relaxed and pulled out, trailing cream across her thigh. Gloria was filled to the brim, but she wasn’t finished. Garrett laid down next to her unlawful lover, both of them gasping for air. They said nothing for several minutes. Then, Gloria sat up and pulled her top over her head, letting her breasts swing freely.

 

        “One more time,” Gloria demanded. “I want to make sure your seed takes root.”

 

        “So that’s what you’re after…” replied Garrett. “I suppose you can tell me the details afterward.”

 

        “Breed me like a bitch in heat. Take me like a dog. Like a lowly, rutting animal.”

 

        Garrett was hard again. Gloria knelt up against the window. Bracing her fingers against the cold glass, she considered how perfect it all was. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would conceive a child in such a manner. Gazing at the beautiful scenery of the majestic forests that surrounded Leicester Castle, Garrett entered her from behind. It was a smooth entry, lubricated with cum. He moved slowly, yet deliberately, and his hands did the same. After playing with her clit, they traced up her belly to her breasts, and each got a handful. Garrett kneaded her tits gently, methodically, before running his hands up to her neck, gripping it lightly.

 

        Gloria smiled, feeling very vulnerable, yet unable to contain her pleasure as he railed her. The thick shaft filled her more than her husband ever did. Strange, as they should be the same size, she mused. She concentrated on the sensation, feeling the length of Garrett’s hot cock as he nearly pulled out of her, the head of the phallus just inside her lips, before pumping deep inside her over and over again. Every time his balls slapped her ass, Gloria heaved forward a little more. Every time his cock slid into her, her breasts swayed and settled… until they gently pressed up against the window. The glass fogged from her breath, but not so much that Gloria couldn’t see the face that appeared on the other side.

 

        “H-Horatio?” she gasped. The face looked identical to the man plowing her, but far more horrified.

 

        “W-what…?” he managed to get out before Gloria started screaming.

 

        “No! No! Don’t look at me! Please… I’m doing this for you~!” she groaned as Garrett grabbed her hair at the roots and pulled, yanking her head back. Garrett gave a maniacal grin to his dear brother.

 

        “Stay. Watch. You will enjoy this,” he commanded. Gloria’s eyes went wide as he pulled harder, tilting her face back toward his. Garrett kissed Gloria hard on the lips as his brother stood in stupor. He released his grip and began slamming Gloria hard, mashing her breasts and cheek against the windowpane.

 

        A defeated moan was heard through the glass. “W-why is this happening? I never wanted to see this!”

 

        “I’m sorry, pumpkin,” Gloria cooed with tears in her eyes. The man touched his hands to the glass to match hers, fingertip-to-fingertip, trying to understand. The sloppy slap of the lovers’ hips became more urgent.

 

        “W-watch,” Gloria begged, her face pressed against the window, inches away from her husband’s. “Watch the very moment I’m impregnated…”

 

        “Ung!” Gloria grunted suddenly. She was filled with heat as hot seed gushed into her belly. Gloria’s mind went blank, her imagination conjuring a swarm of eager, healthy sperm already impacting against the egg in her womb.  Nothing like the backward sprites that had been inside her up until now. As Garrett pulled out, a glut of semen splattered down her thighs. Despite Gloria’s disheveled expression and the torrent of cum pouring from her freshly-fucked cunt, her husband only looked confused.

 

        He produced a letter from his jacket and tapped it against the window.

 

        “I got this letter a week ago. To be here at this exact time and place. My brother suggested that I spend my leave here before returning to the front. And I complied… unfortunately. I rather fancied you, Gloria, but I was happy for the two of you when you were married.”

 

        “Wait.” Gloria looked back and forth between the brothers. “I just cheated on my husband… with my husband?”

 

        “Seems that way,” Horatio said behind her. “Do you believe me about time-travel yet?”

 

        Gloria sunk to her knees. Sitting in the puddle of sticky semen, she tried to make sense of things. “Then… I won’t be pregnant after all?” she concluded, tears returning to her eyes.

 

        “We can fix that.” Horatio leaned over and opened the window. “Come join us, brother. Let’s have a time you’ll never forget.”