Shoto's hand went across my ass and I couldn't help but moan at the sting. My own voice pulled Shoto's from his own lips. The sounds that I had to offer either from my mouth or from down there, were turning him on more.

Shoto isn't one to really give in to pleasure, even before he wanted to experiment with my aphrodisiac. His desires were simple, plain vanilla sex. And though he was under the influence of my homemade Viagra, causing me to be blind to his desires, I had no doubt in my mind that vanilla was his least favorite flavor from now on.

I held onto the pillows sinking my teeth into it as I bounced forward before being pulled back. Shoto slammed into me as fast as he could to feel my pleasure. And I was feeling it right back with how deep his cock was reaching.

Shoto's hand left my hip as and I thought he was going to spank me again. But to my surprise instead, his fingers ran up my upper back, passed my neck, and up into my hair.

My head being yanked back, caused me to look up at my ceiling.

'I should put a mirror up there.'

Shoto readjusted himself by placing his other hand up higher on the bed out in front of me and proceeded to go harder while he held my head back so far he could attack my throat.

I could feel his lips vibrate from the growl that came from his throat. The growl only leads to him going harder for a few more thrusts until slamming into me one last time.

I moaned as I felt his cum seeping into my body from the inside out. Happy to be repaid for extracting such a sweet nectar.

Shoto's knees went weak but managed to keep from collapsing on top of me. His fingers were still deeply rooted in my hair, as his hot breath rolled over my throat.

Moving his hips back, I could tell he still wasn't finished.

"I'm still hard." He groaned, before shoving it right back in. Shoto, let go of my hair as he wrapped his arms around me, shoving his face into the crook of my neck.

"Ah!" I couldn't help but moan as Shoto's hips suddenly had a power they didn't have before.

With his weight, and heavy breathing above me. It was exhilarating.

"Oh yeah." I couldn't help but moan. The way the tip of his cock scratched away at my insides. Spreading the entrance to my cervix wide open.

"It feels so good." Shoto whined in my ear. I gripped my headboard trying to use it to steady myself better than a free-range pillow could do, however, the banging of the wood slamming into my wall, made me realize it was not much better. "I want to kiss." He begged in my ear.

I turned my head enough to look at him. Shoto's eyes becoming more clear with every thrust.

I stuck my tongue out a bit, and he met me halfway with his. My plain boring saliva was enough to make him happy and close his eyes as he kept pounding into me with everything he had.

With how much he's calmed down since this first started, I decided to try again and look at his desires.

It was a bit difficult and even started giving me a headache trying to look. But after pushing on the barrier a bit, I could see them. His desire to cum, courtesy of my aphrodisiac.

But what struck me most, was his desire to impregnate me. To fill me with so much cum, I have no choice but to get pregnant.

"Are you going to cum again?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He moaned, his voice traveling higher than normal.

"Are you going to cum inside me again?" I kept going. Dirty talk is always fun. "Are you going to cum so hard you get me pregnant?" I asked him and his eyes shot open and he suddenly froze.

"Shoto?" I asked. He looked me in the eye and suddenly backed away from me. Practically shoving me away from him. "Shoto?" I asked again and turned to him.

"I'm sorry." he said and looked around frantically. "I can't."

"You can't?" I asked him. He got off my bed, and his legs wobbled around while he struggled to put his underwear on.

I was surprised he was able to stand not fucking me with my aphrodisiac still flowing in his bloodstream. Let alone stand at all.

"I can't do this." He whispered I'm guessing more to himself. He grabbed his pants and shirt and tried rushing towards the door. But I couldn't just let him walk out of here like this.

"Shoto, stop!" I yelled as I was able to get to the door first. Surprised I was also able to stand.

I blocked the door with my naked body.

"Shoto, what's going on?" I asked him and put my hand on his bare chest to stop him. Part of me was terrified that my aphrodisiac forced him to do something he really didn't want to do.

"I can't do this." He said and shook his head.

"Can't do what?" I asked him. "Please talk to me."

"I can't get you pregnant." He told me. "I can't do that, I can't be like him."

"Pregnant? That's what this is about?" I questioned, glad that he wasn't having regrets about anything else at the moment.

"I can't be like him." He said and shook his head. It almost looked like he was going to cry. His breathing started picking up, and his hands were shaking like an earthquake.

"Okay, slow down take a deep breath." I told him as I was able to push him back towards the bed. I was able to get him to sit down, and get his attention back on me before his panic turned into a full-blown attack.

"There you go sweetie." I said in a low voice, trying to keep him as calm as possible. "Now tell me what's going on."

"I can't be like him." He said again, and I held his face in my hands.

"Like who?" I asked him.

"My father."