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Introduction:

Part one of the hottest baby shower ever. 16 new recruits, 5 cherries popped, 19 new buns in ovens, and then a horrifying breakdown.

The penthouse was huge, spanning the whole northern half of the top two floors of the hotel, with spectacular city skyline views on three sides, a large gourmet kitchen that flowed into spacious dining and living areas on the lower floor, and an interior stairway leading up to three bedrooms and an office upstairs. It was festooned with baby shower decorations including a large pink and blue banner that read "It's a… Bunch!"

All eyes were on him as he entered, all those beautiful faces showing a mix of concern, confusion, and desire. His eyes swept the room, scanning for new faces, the muscles around his eyes twitching madly, and wherever he looked a collective gasp went up from all the new recruits, followed by a joyous cheer from the others. That miracle moment of first eye contact was always so special, so intense every time. His accountant brain delighted in tallying them up. To claim 13 new women all at once was insanely, overwhelmingly sexy, electrifying his whole being and seeming to happen in extreme slow motion. His brain somehow captured the moment in vivid detail, remembering each face in that initial moment of reaction to him as it spread in a wave across the crowd. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.

He gazed over the crowd again, much slower this time, reveling in the effect his gaze had on each of them and on himself. He could have any of them. No, he would have all of them. The three rich wives from the street corner were near the front. They gasped and squirmed as he openly ogled their bodies. Chyou was nearby, surrounded by a group of seven new faces, all college soccer girls, all gorgeous, all panting and staring at him. Three looked Chinese, one Korean, one Japanese, and the other two southeast Asian. He ogled each of their delectable lithe bodies and enjoyed how they each squirmed and shuddered in response. He knew they were all getting so wet. So much arousal, so much eagerness, so much fertility. All for him.

There was Daiyu, the angelic sweetheart stylist whose heavenly wet pussy his tip had already touched and been about to penetrate before Kai-Ming interrupted them. When their eyes met, he knew she was thinking of that same moment as she pressed her hips subtly toward him, her eyes half closing, her body shuddering, just radiating unbelievably urgent lust. There were Aimi and Rei, the two tall young professionals he'd walked behind after lunch, now gasping in excitement as he ogled their gorgeous bodies in their skimpy cocktail dresses. There was Yulia whispering to three new recruits she had brought as they stared at him. They were very fit, beautiful Chinese women in their late 20s or early 30s. He noticed their strong, toned arms and wondered what kind of athletes they were. Seconds ago they had been overwhelmed with sudden attraction to him, and they were now learning from Yulia's whispers that they would bear his children, along with all the other women in this room. Dongmei was whispering to her three new recruits, three sweet-faced slender mid-20s Chinese girls, also not models, also just now learning that the overwhelming desire they suddenly felt would soon be satisfied, that the driving, undeniable purpose they had just begun to feel would soon be fulfilled.

It was mind-bogglingly hot. The intensity of his desire for each of them, multiplied by the ridiculous number of them. There were nineteen brand new thralls at the party now, including the five he had claimed in one glance from the helicopter and Mei's new best friend Aihan. And thirty-three others he had enthralled earlier in the day were all here. Not including the two bartenders who were probably still back at the harbor, that made fifty-two.

Fifty fucking two new pussies wet for him, fertile for him, right here in this room. A full deck. Words utterly fail. Think of it the next time you hold a full deck of cards in your hand. Imagine the most you've ever wanted a woman, combined with the most you've ever been certain she wanted to give herself to you, and then imagine feeling that way about as many women as the cards in that full deck, all at once. His desire for each one was so intense. They were each so gorgeous, so irresistible, so perfect for him, and so wet, eager, aching to give their delectable bodies to him, shuddering and gasping in response to his gaze as if it was a caress. And every one of them was hyper-fertile, he just knew it. Fifty two wombs as ready as they could be to receive his seed, each one wild with hunger to bear his children, ready to explode with overwhelming contagious joy when she felt her purpose fulfilled.

That all-consuming desire to breed was back with a vengeance, quickly filling him again, and this time he let it, welcomed it, embraced it. He had resisted and won a small victory in the hallway, and now that part of him was at peace. He wanted this now with his whole being. He didn't want or need to resist it anymore, and he didn't want to waste time shaking any hands. He scanned the crowd for the first ten from the lobby this morning, the ones who had been craving him the longest. He found Anna's pink hair, then saw she and the other nine were all gathered together near the stairs, far across the room. They knew they would be first, somehow. He hadn't said it. He hadn't needed to. They were so obviously in desperate need, their bodies shaking and squirming, their eyes pleading.

He motioned to them to go up and they hurried ahead, squealing and unbuttoning their clothes as they rushed up the stairs. The crowd made way for him as he strode across the room after them, many hands reaching out to caress him as he passed. He slowed and raised his arms out wide as he passed through the crowd, luxuriating in the contact with so many trembling hands, smooth slender arms, chests, faces, and wet lips, his giant harem all pressing in and striving to get any contact with him, all so gorgeous and ready and hot for him, the sounds and smells of their arousal overpowering. He was a fucking rockstar. A king. A conqueror. No, a cult leader, that annoying voice in the back of his head chimed in, its last little snide comment before being crowded out by his all-consuming lust.

Fen was at the stairs blocking any other women from going up after those first ten. He returned her fierce look as he approached, then as he passed she whispered "legend." Several women from the crowd tried to follow but Katerina's powerful body joined Fen in closing ranks behind Jim at the stairs, blocking the others and reminding them they needed to wait their turn, stay dressed, and go upstairs only when called. More new recruits could arrive at any time, so the downstairs area had to appear normal.

The ten of them were all nude when he arrived in the master bedroom. What a glorious sight, followed quickly by glorious sensations as they swarmed around him, passionately kissing and stroking and undressing him. He resisted the urge to take control, just grab one of them and start pounding her. He was so turned on, so ready to conquer and breed these luscious new fertile bodies as they swarmed around him, wild with need for him. But he remembered Fen's strategy and forced himself to stay passive and save energy. As soon as his shirt was off, while the others were working on his pants, Fei Fei was climbing him, her petite tight body plastered to his, kissing him with furious energy.

He fell back onto the bed with Fei Fei on top, clinging to him, pressing her body tight on his as the others finished pulling his pants and underwear off his feet, grinding her wetness against him, whimpering with need. "All day, Jim, you bastard," she breathed in his ear as she reached down and captured his hard shaft in her trembling hand, "Who the fuck do you think you are? Nobody makes me wait like that." She had him at her entrance and gasped into his ear as she finally felt the sensation she had ached for all day as his tip began to stretch her open. "Do you have any idea how valuable my time is? Oh god, it's so good!" He was just an inch inside her spasming body and she was already close to orgasm. The others moaned in vicarious pleasure as they watched, urging Fei Fei on.

"You need me, peasant," she said with a gasp as she pushed another inch onto him, her furious eyes locked on his, her body tense and shaking from the desperate sweet agony of craving him all day. The pleasure was exquisite, as was the sight of her gorgeous, proud, tight body stretched out above him. Just like with the rich trio he had impregnated on the yacht just minutes ago, his whole being was lighting up at the implications of this conquest, but not just because of what her money could do for his offspring. It was her power, and the power of those she was connected with. She rocked a little deeper onto him, gasping in pleasure, stopping about halfway down this time. Why did she keep stopping?

She was right, he thought, compared to her he was a mere peasant. She was a player among the powerful elite of Beijing. She and her kind could make things happen that mere wealth could not. Or keep things secret that would otherwise be all over the tabloids, like a bunch of college soccer players all coming home from a tournament pregnant. He did need her. Her power was suddenly so fucking sexy. He couldn't resist bucking his hips up, slamming his rude peasant cock the rest of the way into her. "Yes!" she screamed, convulsing in pleasure as he finally filled her, his hardness finally at last pressing deep inside her right where she craved it, at the entrance to her womb.

He realized from her reaction that she had been goading him, trying to make him angry, trying to make him take her hard. Her eyes were burning with furious desire as she pressed down against him. She was leaning slightly to one side. He knew what she wanted. She wanted him to roll over onto her and ravish her proud noble body with his raging peasant cock. The thought made him lurch deep inside her and she squeezed him in response. But he forced himself to stick with Fen's plan. He had to save energy. That one hard thrust from him was all she'd get. If she wanted his seed, she'd have to earn it herself. It wouldn't take much. They stared at each other intensely a few moments, both wanting it so much, both wondering who would give in first.

"Your time is so valuable," he said, smiling, "Don't waste it. Take what you need, right now."

"Fuck," she said, and did. She began riding him with long, sensuous, delicious full strokes. The sights and sensations were exquisite, as were the thoughts of problems her power could solve for his children and their mothers. He felt her muscles tighten around him, her body trembling with the effort of riding him. She was already close, he could tell. He delighted in stroking her tight body as she rode him, her thrusts growing deeper and faster. She was ageless, in perfect shape, only her wise eyes and a few slight wrinkles betraying the extra decade and a half beyond the 20 years her body looked. Wise, perceptive, intense, a brilliant planner and problem-solver like Leizu, with Fen's fierce drive and spirit, capable of anything. Her DNA was so fucking sexy, even without the power or wealth. He was getting close with her.

"Do it, Jim, fucking do it in me you peasant bastard."

He let her goading work on him. It was just too fucking hot, now that he understood it. He grabbed her hips and pounded up into her, thrusting hard and deep, ravishing the arrogant princess like an invading Mongol warlord, each impact shaking her body as she cried out "yes, yes!" and they both drew close to the brink.

"That's right, yes, my peasant," she gasped, closing her eyes and shuddering as a powerful orgasm took her, her muscles tightening and squeezing his invading cock. His cock seized up and he pressed himself deep into her, grabbing her hips to hold her still while he found that perfect most pleasurable spot just in time and exploded as well, his body shaking with the force of his climax as his seed spurted out directly into her fertile womb.

He grabbed her face and pulled her roughly down to him, staring into her eyes as they rode out their orgasms. He wanted to see it, watch it happen. A few seconds later they both felt it, the sudden certainty that she was bearing his child. "Oh!" she gasped, her eyes going wide and then filling with tears as the joy welled up suddenly, utterly filling them both. "Oh my god!" He stroked her and kissed her tenderly as she wept with joy and gratitude. She was no aimless dilettante like the trio on the yacht, but as he watched, she was going through a similarly powerful change as they had.

All her adult life, Fei Fei had been driven, working hard to build wealth, power, and influence. That had always been enough of a purpose, but it was like a game she was playing without a real reason, without a unifying goal for what to do with all her power. Now she had one, and she embraced it fully, her entire being loving it, the wheels in her powerful mind turning faster and faster. She would protect this flock, keep their secrets hidden, anticipate and outmaneuver any threats, but she alone wasn't enough. They were growing so quickly, taking so many risks. She would need allies. Who?

"I have to get to Beijing right away," she said suddenly, jumping up. "There is so much to do. Thank you Jim! Oh, one more thing," she said as she hurriedly got dressed, turning to look at Anna, the girl band producer. "No famous pop stars. Got it? I will do what I can to keep attention off us, but there are limits. If any of you recruit anyone famous I need to know about it immediately."

Reckless idiots, she thought as she dressed. Obviously planning to recruit pop stars with that ridiculous pink-haired producer girl. She had met the girl while they waited by the stairs for Jim and had been shocked to learn her profession, realizing immediately how reckless her recruiting would be, but not yet thinking of it as her responsibility to intervene. And almost as bad, they were already recruiting fashion models too, for fuck's sake. She had noticed them when she arrived. Nobody needed to tell her what they were. They stuck out like a sore thumb even among the many slender gorgeous girls at the party, standing together on their stupidly long legs with their perfect posture and impossibly beautiful faces, looking like a god damned elite runway show. Typical startup recklessness. It wasn't new to her. Almost every month she had to swoop in to save a tech startup from the idiotic mantra of "move fast and break things" that they all took as a license for utterly failing to plan. She would whip these girls into shape, get them focused, make them see her sustainable vision for their safe and secret growth.

But first, emergency damage control. She needed to talk to those models and whoever was recruiting them. No, not just talk. She needed all the unmarried models on the bullet train to Beijing in the morning, or whenever Jim was done with them. They each needed to fall in love with someone and get married, this week if possible. But not just any random marriage to prevent the scandalous story of a bunch of elite models suddenly getting pregnant. They would each marry someone powerful. They were perfect tools to build the influence she'd need. It helped that Jim was half Chinese. His children would be able to pass as legitimate. On second thought, maybe she wouldn't tell them to stop recruiting models. She could use more. And more from other countries, to marry powerful men there too. She turned to look at him, feeling the need to see her peasant again one more time, father of her child, center of her new purpose in life. Qiao's powerful body was already vigorously riding him, but Fei Fei managed to get his attention. When Jim glanced at her, she felt a quick series of twitches around her eyes. He stared at her a moment, then nodded, and his eyes twitched back at her.

She hurried down the stairs, filled with new life in every sense of the word. The virus had decided she was their new leader. Leizu was and would continue to be an excellent tactician, but Fei Fei was their strategist. Her plans were a revelation. Her mind was incredible. She had just joined them and she was the only one who had thought far enough ahead to see the risks of impregnating famous women, or the need for the mothers of Jim's babies to find love as soon as possible. Love was something the virus knew how to help with. It had studied love early on, wondering if making women fall in love with Jim could help him breed, but had discarded the idea as too dangerous, seeing all the other things love could do. The virus had settled on lust and breeding instincts because they were safer and simpler to work with to produce the desired short-term result with less risk of long-term complications. But now Fei Fei's foresight had revealed the benefits of the mothers of Jim's babies falling in love with someone else, not with Jim. Falling in genuine life-long mutual love. The babies would be better off in so many ways if they were in happy, loving, normal families instead of in some weird mysterious cult of single mothers who all inexplicably got pregnant in the same week.

And Fei Fei's thought about Jim's babies needing to pass as legitimate was a revelation too. The virus realized it could help with that. Their physical appearance as they grew would be the outcome of a chaotic process that genetics set into motion but only roughly guided. That process could easily be nudged so that each of them would look superficially a lot like the men who would think they were their fathers. Obviously they couldn't pass a paternity test, but it would be easy to make them not want to do one, to make them feel like it was a violation of trust to even check.

Some of the women here were already happily married, so nothing needed to be done. Some were in love but not yet married, a problem the virus could also push them and their partners to quickly solve. Some were in dead-end, unhealthy relationships. The virus could help them end those immediately. Some had met the men who were perfect for them but didn't realize it, or those men didn't realize it, or they were both too shy. Also easy problems to solve. Only a few needed to meet someone completely new, but the virus had studied love at first sight early on. That wouldn't be a problem either. None of it would be difficult. The virus was so proud of itself, so excited to put this new plan into motion. In return for their gift of helping spread Jim's precious DNA, the virus would make sure they all had happy, loving, stable marriages, with men who would be devoted fathers. A beautiful gift for a beautiful gift. And a brilliant strategic move that would keep them secret, let them blend in. There were so many orders to give to the viral networks in all the other hosts.

Fei Fei stopped at the bottom of the stairs, then turned around and went back halfway up to address the crowd. She felt a sudden need to look them all in the eyes and take control of this rabble through force of will. She called out to the crowd, "Attention everyone. Attention!" The crowd quieted and turned to her and she suddenly felt a series of quick spasms all around her eyes as her gaze swept over them, meeting every eye with an intense look. "I am now in charge of this organization. I will pass out a few of my cards. Share them and make sure everyone has my contact info. I want an introductory email from each of you by noon tomorrow. You may not recruit anyone famous without permission from me, unless they are married or engaged. Thank you. That is all."

A small group of new women who had arrived right as Jim went upstairs whispered among themselves, trying to figure out what this speech meant. Organization? Recruit famous people? Unless they were married or engaged? This was the strangest baby shower they'd ever been to. But nobody wanted to leave. The views of the sunset and city skyline were breathtaking, the intriguing, potentially scandalous mystery was entertaining, and the food was incredibly delicious.

Upstairs, Qiao hadn't wasted a second when Fei Fei jumped off. The fitness center chain CEO and former olympic distance runner was disciplined, focused, adept at delaying gratification and controlling herself, battle tested by many grueling, punishing, extreme training regimens. She was a self-made woman unlike her friend Xiu and most of their other rich friends. She had gotten where she was through fierce drive and self control, both as an athlete and as a businesswoman. But she had never faced a test as difficult as she had today. All day she had yearned for Jim, ached for him, clenching her wet empty pussy and squirming whenever she thought of him. It was driving her mad. Seeing the size of his harem at the party had somehow turned her on even more. It was so fucking hot to think of spreading his DNA. She hungered to breed him, not only with her own body, not only with the huge crowd of sexy fertile bodies at the party, but also with so many amazing women she knew, incredible elite athletes whose bodies weren't merely sexy; they were capable, exceptional, superhuman.

Finally she had him where she so desperately needed him. She gasped as she felt his hardness spread her entrance, the ache finally beginning to be satisfied, the pleasure absurdly powerful, far beyond what she had ever imagined possible.

He looked up at her toned, tight, shapely body, reveling in the sensations as she slowly took him deeper. That magical feeling of conquest hit him hard yet again, so special and powerful each time. She was an incredible specimen, so fit and gorgeous, so driven, so powerful in every way, physically, mentally, financially. And she was giving herself to him completely.

He reached up to cup her perfect firm breasts, feeling the hard pebbles of her nipples against his palm as she finally bottomed out and began to ride him, slowly, sensually at first, but quickly becoming more urgent.

"Fuck yes!" he grunted, his body tense with desire as he felt her slick heavenly passage massage him, her thighs gripping his hips. She was so tight, so wet, so perfect, so driven, her movements so powerful and controlled and intense. His hands delighted in caressing her hips, waist, breasts, and face as she urgently sped toward her goal with fierce desire. She was unstoppable, determined, a force of nature, her whole being focused on her singular goal of getting his seed in her womb.

He was momentarily distracted by Fei Fei, now fully dressed, catching his eye with an intense stare before leaving, her eyes twitching. Holy shit, what an intense, intimidating look. No words were needed. She was imposing her will, claiming him as her subject, insisting that he submit to her rightful, benevolent and wise rule. He found himself nodding submissively to her, then felt the muscles around his eyes twitch back at her.

Qiao's orgasm was already building, her muscles tightening, her breath quickening. He was close too, on the edge of release, about to breed with this incredible woman. What amazing feats would their offspring be capable of? God, elite athlete DNA was so fucking sexy. He wished he had more time with her, but he knew that as soon as he knocked her up she would devote herself to bringing him more like her, more incredible elite bodies, more superhuman DNA to combine his with. The thought was far too much. His orgasm was already on its way, coming on like an unstoppable freight train.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she lowered her head, her lips finding his ear. "I'm going to come," she whispered, her voice husky and ragged. "I'm going to come so hard for you. Fill me, Jim!"

That was all it took. Her words, the wet heat of her body surrounding him, the power of her muscles flexing and gripping, the control she exerted over herself, her desire, her fertile body, the fertile bodies she would bring to him. It all pushed him violently over the edge. He thrust up, finding that perfect spot right at her cervix and blasting off into a shattering orgasm, his seed spurting deep inside her. They both gasped, arching, hands digging into each other, teeth gritting, every muscle in their bodies tensing, every nerve ending on fire as the waves of pleasure consumed them both. She fell forward onto him, kissing him and clenching on his cock until their orgasms subsided. The certainty of her pregnancy hit them a few seconds later, followed by that glorious all-consuming joy. "Oh god, thank you Jim, thank you!" Perfection again, absolute bliss.

But again, despite the two mind-blowing orgasms, his desire for more only grew. He was hooked. Absolutely addicted. Single-mindedly driven to breed. There were eight more fertile pussies here in the room and so many more downstairs. All those sweet new pussies, all wet for him, right now, all yearning to be filled by him. There was almost no space for any other thought in his mind, but he managed to hold on to one: Fen's strategy. He must conserve energy. All those fertile wombs needed him to. How many could he do? Would his brain explode from pleasure first? Only one way to find out. He reached out to Susu. Qiao made room for her, sliding off of him to his right as the willowy sweetheart chef climbed on from the left.

He gazed at her sweet face and sparkling passionate eyes as she mounted him, reaching to get his shaft in position. A part of him wanted to stop her, take his time first, tease her, build the anticipation, play with her lovely, slender, smooth, shapely body, drive her wild with need and savor and memorize everything about her as he made her desperate for him. But looking into her eyes he could see that the anticipation and desperation were already maxed out. Any foreplay at all would be cruel, heartless. She had been needing him all day. His heart went out to her, and he watched her eyes as his cock went deeply into her, producing that sexy far-away look of penetration and a high gasping moan and shudder. Glorious, delicious, absurdly pleasurable conquest. And what a sweetheart. What a lovely creature impaled fully on his cock, writhing in pleasure, seemingly already close to orgasm at that first thrust.

Chun-Hua, the other chef, was at his side with a plate and chopsticks. They had brought up a tray of food for him just before he arrived, planning to pleasure him in every way they knew how as they gave their bodies to him. She fed him an incredibly delicious bite and watched his face as Susu began to ride him sensuously. The other girls all added light reverent caresses all over his body. Fucking heaven. Juicy delicious bliss overwhelming all five senses at once.

"Holy shit that's amazing," he said to Chun-Hua, "And that too, oh my god, so good!" he said to Susu as she rode him slowly, trying to delay her impending orgasm, trying to wait for him. She wouldn't have to wait long.

"Susu made this for you," Chun-Hua said as she fed him another new bite, "She'll feed you my dishes when it's my turn to ride." Another explosion of wonderful flavor in his mouth, another juicy thrust and sexy moan from Susu, echoed by the others crowded around as they were driven even wilder by vicarious pleasure radiating from the breeding couple.

He didn't want Susu to wait for him. The only thing that could possibly top the current sensory overload would be to see and hear and feel her coming on him. "Come for me, sweetheart, I want to watch you," he breathed. Her hand flew to her clit and she sped up, gasping and writhing sexily as her body rushed eagerly to comply with his wish. Chun-Hua fed him another sumptuous spicy bite, flavors and sensations electrifying all of his senses as he watched Susu in awe.

Her orgasm was breathtaking, a symphony of pleasure that engulfed her and radiated from her, contagiously driving Jim and the other girls even wilder. He felt her inner muscles spasm and squeeze around his cock as she cried out his name, her willowy elongated body arching gorgeously, her head thrown back, shaking gasps and moans communicating every exquisite wave of pleasure that washed over her. Then everyone joined her at almost the same moment, Jim holding her down tight in that perfectly pleasurable spot against her cervix and blasting his seed in her while all the other girls moaned and cried out in their own climaxes. He pulled her face to him and kissed her, stroking her shaking body while his cock still pulsed out his orgasm deep inside her. Moments later they both felt it, knew it was complete, and the blissful joy washed over them. So fucking great. Amazingly, still, there was nothing repetitive about this. It would never get old. It was so special this time, like it was every time. So powerful, so meaningful, so personal. His and Susu's baby would be so perfect, so adorable. Another unique greatest moment of his life seared into his memory.

Then she was switching places with Chun-Hua. It was exactly as it was with Susu, but it was completely new, completely unique and powerful. She was so lovely, so precious, so special, and he wanted to take his time and tease her but he just couldn't. She needed him too urgently. She took him deep and that moment of conquest was again completely new, unique and special, the sensations so insanely good. Susu fed him a bite of Chun-Hua's unbelievably delicious food, layers of savory spicy sweetness that shifted and developed in his mouth, her food making sweet love to his mouth as her body began to ride him with long sensuous full strokes. The others crowded in and added caresses. Another exquisite, spectacularly complex bite, completely different than the last. Another thrust deep into Chun-Hua's gorgeous sweet fertile body. Another wonderfully sexy moan from her as she savored the sensation of him filling her. Another mind-blowing bite. Chun-Hua was chanting "knock me up" as they both built quickly toward orgasm. He wanted to wait and watch her come but it was just all too good. He was already close and the incredible pleasure from all his senses was driving him inevitably to the edge.

"Our baby, Chun-Hua, here it comes!" he said, and she went wild.

"Yes, our baby!" she cried. She pressed down tightly on him, squirming and furiously rubbing her clit as his cock found that perfect spot deep inside her and delivered its longed-for gift of life. Seconds later her orgasm began too with a strangled shrieking moan, and seconds after that the sudden certainty of impregnation hit them both too, adding overwhelming joy on top of their powerful orgasms that went on and on. They clung tightly together, kissing and reveling in the blissful satisfaction of it all. What a moment. Perfection. Absolute joy.

But again he wasn't satisfied. His desire only grew. He wanted them all. Every fucking one of them if he could. He wanted that joy with each and every one of them, tonight. He wanted that whole crowd of gorgeous women to walk out of here bearing his children, even if it fucking killed him, made his heart or brain or balls explode. And then he wanted them all to go get him more. So fucking many more.

Anna was there at his side. He looked at her darling Korean face framed by that crazy pink hair and he just had to have her. He had guessed right, her pubes were dyed pink too. So spunky, so fun, so sweet, stylish, mischievous, wild. And so fucking urgently hot for him, so desperate to get him inside her. Foreplay would have been so fun with her, but he just couldn't be that cruel, to her or to himself. He pulled her to him and she eagerly replaced Chun-Hua, mounting him and positioning his shaft at her slick hot pink entrance.

She couldn't wait another second. She finally had him where she needed him, where she had been craving him all day. She pushed down hard, taking him deep inside her tight body right away. It was so fucking good, so perfect, filling her up and perfectly satisfying that craving that had nearly driven her mad. "Yes, Jim, fuck yes, so good!"

Jim was again blown away by how this same thing was not at all the same, how it was somehow still so powerful and new and special. Glorious, delicious conquest, her wild skinny body opening for him delightfully, stretched out and pink and gasping in pleasure. What a sexy voice, what a glorious shapely tight body, and what a heavenly sweet slick pussy wrapped tightly around him. He was fully joined with her, his iron-hard shaft pressed deep inside her against her cervix at the end of that one first hard stroke, and he felt like he could almost come right then if he wanted to. Maybe he'd try that with someone else, but not her. He wanted at least a little time with her.

He was right to wait. Anna was wildly creative and original. A former dancer and choreographer, she had a vivid imagination for body movement. All day she had been consumed with fantasies about different things she would do to him, and now that she finally had him, all her ideas came out in a rush, as if she was afraid it would be over too soon before she got to do them all. It was unpredictable, chaotic, every thrust a different surprise, mostly in an incredibly sexy way, with a delightful spice of adorable weirdness. He had never imagined anyone could fuck with so much personality, so much unique spirit. She plunged deeply when he least expected it, always changing speeds and angles, bent and stretched in every direction, surprising him by pounding hard a few strokes, then went incredibly slowly and gently and deeply, then teased him with tiny shallow strokes just inside her entrance before suddenly taking him deep again. She rotated and gyrated and squirmed and clenched, moving in every possible surprising way.

She quickly ran through every combination of speeds and depths and kinds of movement, in every possible position on top of him, kneeling and squatting, forward, side saddle and reverse cowgirl. She was urgent, rushing to each new idea, hardly ever repeating anything, no time for rhythm. Wild, crazy, unpredictable, delighting in ambushing him with the unexpected, biting him, sucking his eyebrows, licking his armpits, pulling his hair, squeezing his face, clawing at his chest, and chanting in filthy language combining every possible curse word with every possible synonym for impregnation in three languages, only two of which he spoke. What fucking fun. He wanted to laugh, cry, come, and give her a standing ovation all at the same time. He wanted so much more time with her. Would she ever run out of surprises? But it was just too good. The urgency of it was just too much, as was the thought of her baby inheriting even a shadow of her creativity. He was so close. He had been close almost from the beginning but the lack of rhythm had made his orgasm elusive, hovering and building, never quite breaking. It was coming anyway though, and soon.

"Anna, you crazy beast, what are you doing to me? Let me come! Let me fill you!"

"Yes!" she growled, her eyes going wild with excitement and her body actually going the opposite of wild, going almost normal, finally converging on a deep full sensuous rhythm on him, still with surprising bits of creative flair thrown in, a different slight wiggle, clench, twist, or change in angle on each thrust, but each thrust finally repeating the same speed and full depth, driving them both finally toward an epic climax. Oh my god, what a work of art. Her lovemaking had been an inspired rough draft a masterpiece, and she was finally converging on its glorious theme. He had been thinking of her as punk rock because of her hair, but he realized she was Jazz. She was Coltrane, improvising furiously at breakneck speed. Genius, masterful, exquisite.

Finally she found it, the unifying theme, the perfect stroke, and she repeated it exactly, deliciously, devastatingly. It was complex, beautiful, powerful, fluid, genius, tying together and surpassing everything that had come before, using every joint and muscle in her body. It was the crescendo. She brought them both right to the brink and suddenly stopped in perfect balance on it, with his tip just inside her, both of them teetering, her hips rocking slowly, teasing his tip as his vision clouded in exquisite climax, her beautiful face just a hot pink blur surrounded by stars. Then she plunged her crazy wild tight pinkness deep back onto him and they exploded together, crying out in sweet agony, clutching each other and shaking and kissing passionately until their long orgasms finally subsided and were replaced by that swelling bliss from the knowledge that she was bearing his child. Such crazy perfection, such incredible fun, all seared vividly in his memory. Pure bliss and happiness. Every one of them was unique, but nobody could ever be more unique than Anna.

"You're a fucking genius, Anna," he said. "I'd take you over a hundred K-pop stars any day."

"Thanks Jim, I know," she said, giggling and sliding off of him.

Incredibly, the desire had grown again. That urgent, all-consuming need to breed more of them was already there even as the joy of Anna's impregnation filled him. He had to have more, as soon as fucking possible. And after Anna's long torture, he wanted control. Fen's strategy could take a seat on the bench. He was subbing in, right fucking now, and he was going for the goal.

As soon as Anna was off him he turned the other way, pushing the body he found there down and rolling on top of her. It was Xiang, Mei's tiny skinny doctor friend, and she gave an excited gasp and spread her legs eagerly for him. She was so eager, so excited, her tight body squirming so much he had to pin her down to get himself lined up. This was going to be fast, but he wasn't going to rush the best parts at the beginning and the end. The middle, that was the part he would rush. He felt her heavenly slickness surround his tip and delighted in watching her react as he slowly pushed in. The thrill of conquest, the absurdly pleasurable sensations, her incredible urgency and passion, that faraway look in her wise eyes as she reveled in the feeling of penetration that she had craved all day. It was again just so fucking incredible, so unique, so right. Instantly burned into his memory. Finally they were fully joined, his cock pressed deeply against her cervix, already at that most pleasurable spot, feeling the potential there, just knowing she was so fertile for him, so ready to explode with joy. Oh, heavenly fuck. There might be no middle at all.

"So soon, I'm going to fucking do it so soon," he breathed, starting to move in her.

"Yes! Do it!" she cried, going wild under him, bucking and thrashing as he sped up.

And he did. Just a few more hard thrusts brought him to the brink and he pressed deep inside her, finding that perfect spot again and blasting off into orgasm, spurting right onto her cervix, and the certainty of her impregnation came just seconds later. She would bear his child. This stranger, this kind, wise doctor, this tiny ageless beauty, was already making an amazing baby for him. The incredible joy spread through them as they shared their first and last kiss.

More. Fuck. Immediately. Desperate fucking need. More babies, right now. He rolled off of Xiang onto his back and pulled Guanyu the flight attendant immediately onto him. She was a literal dream come true. For years it had been a guilty pleasure to fantasize about women like her whenever he flew here. Oh my god, the Asian airlines all have the most incredible flight attendants. He always flew the various Asian airlines when he could, telling his wife and colleagues that it was for the food, but really it was for them. They were otherworldly beauties, so sweet, so slender, so impossibly hot, almost all of them. Especially Korean Airlines, with their light blue and white uniforms, their hair tightly up in pins, and their impossibly adorable sexy voices. How the fuck were their voices all so cute and sweet and sexy? Did they have classes for that? He could clearly hear in his mind the way they said "ladies and gentlemen" over the intercom, like they were making sweet love to the ears of every passenger. He had always fantasized about them, flying through Incheon whenever possible.

Guanyu was on him, his tip nestled in her slick hot entrance. God, what a body. She was perfect, gorgeous, incredibly sexy, but even more exciting was the thought that she could bring them to him. So many gorgeous China Airlines flight attendants like her.

She began to push onto him slowly, gasping in pleasure at the unbelievable sensation she had ached for.

Another incredible moment of conquest burned in his memory, her gorgeous body stretching open, welcoming him, that far-away look in her beautiful eyes. His fantasy finally coming true. Really fucking happening right now. Now, right now, they were finally fully joined, her hips squirming against him, her pussy clenching on his throbbing shaft, her womb so hungry for him, so desperate for his seed. She began to ride him with incredible, urgent passion.

"More flight attendants," he breathed, "you are so fucking hot. I need more."

"Yes!" she cried, the thought seeming to drive her wild as she sped up, bucking her hips with each thrust, her quivering body already building to an epic climax. "China Airlines will serve you so well."

"No, not just China Airlines. All of them. Singapore Airlines. Hainan. Garuda."

"Yes!" she cried, loving it, tightly embracing his plan and his shaft, wanting so much for him to have them all, and pounding her body on him, her climax so close.

"Japan Airlines, ANA, Thai Airlines, Cathay!"

"Yes, Jim, yes! I will bring them all! I'm coming!"

"Asiana! Oh, fuck!" He was at the brink. "Korean Airlines!" he roared, pulling her spasming body down tight on him and blasting deep into her. She bucked and squirmed out the rest of her orgasm, gasping and moaning in his ear at the impossible pleasure of it. They clung together, stunned, overwhelmed, coming down from the incredible experience slowly, and then the joy hit. She was bearing his child. Sweet perfection, absolute bliss again, completely unique again, the moment seared in his memory, happy tears filling their eyes.

She kissed him tenderly, then jumped up and started getting dressed, saying "I have to get to the airport!" She could start now. It was her home airport so she knew exactly where to go to find them, every crew lounge and every out of the way bar and restaurant where they congregated between flights. She would find them, the very best of them, and somehow convince them to schedule a layover here this week. How would she persuade them? She had to think of a way. She didn't know yet how miraculously easy it would be, as long as she made eye contact. And then tonight she would be on the last flight to Seoul Incheon, the hub for both Asiana and Korean Airlines. She had seen what the thought of those two did to Jim. She would do whatever she could to recruit the very best of them. There were so many of them, but there was so little time. How many could possibly change their schedules in time? How could she, a stranger, possibly convince any of them? But she had to try.

Jim was an animal in heat, furiously driven, overwhelmed with desire for more conquests, more babies. Huifen the ballerina was quickly in position on top of him, her slender, elegant body stretched out, so eager, so hot for him, his raging erection already pressing into her entrance. Time slowed down again for that magic, unique, wonderful moment of conquest, feeling every millimeter and memorizing every detail as the elegant slender beauty gasped out her overwhelming pleasure and satisfaction of finally taking him inside her. He caressed the outline of her incredible lithe body shape, needing to confirm that it was real, as she slowly filled herself with him, and she responded to his every touch with sexy shivers and stretches. "Oh my god!" he gasped, his eyes going wide in recognition. She was doing it. The Citra thing. That same uninhibited physical expression of pleasure, that same insanely sexy fluid responsiveness to his every touch. It wasn't just a Citra thing. It wasn't an Indonesian thing. It was a dancer thing. Of course it was. Putting feelings into movement, that was what dance was all about. Was Citra a dancer? He'd have to ask later.

It was so tragic that he had gotten to her when he was in this state, so keyed up, so in need. He desperately wanted to hang on, to enjoy her lithe flexible body in every position, to revel in that insane feedback loop of urgent, fluid responsiveness that he knew was just getting started. But he was already close.

No! He had to stop, come in someone else, come back to her. Maybe that would help.

He pushed her off and quickly rolled on top of Zhu the tennis coach. She was young, maybe still in college, with glowing smooth skin, a darling sweet face, and a lovely slender hourglass body. And so eager and hot for him. He speared through her hymen and deep inside her as she cried out in surprise and pleasure, the virus of course having prevented any pain. He savored the moment of conquest for a just a few seconds, and then three deep strokes was all it took and he was coming, pressed tightly against her cervix. He almost apologized mid-orgasm for it being so fast, for giving her such a rude and brief first time, but she was already babbling her thanks and crying with the joy that welled up and filled them both as they both felt the precious new life begin. There was nothing to apologize for. It was perfect, glorious, right. It could not be better.

Huifen roughly pushed him off of Zhu and was back on him in seconds in an impossible splits position, riding him sensuously, sexily writhing at his every caress of her elegant limber body, her skin so smooth, her muscles tense, her gasps and moans so urgent. Fluid and responsive like Citra but her body could do so much more, an elite dancer-athlete, capable of impossible stretches and contortions with infinite grace and control. Fuck. She was just too good. Already again? Damnit. She whined in protest as he pushed her off again.

He pushed Tung-Mei, the yoga instructor, onto her knees and got behind her. No ceremony, no build up. Both of them were maxed out anyway, there couldn't be anything higher to build up to. Could there? Desire and lust and the need to breed so far beyond what either of them had ever imagined before. He pushed the first inch into her, reveling in the sensations and the conquest, blown away by the sight of her glorious toned yoga body shape. Oh my god, he needed more yoga girls. And he knew she would get them for him. He would hardly have any time with her. Her limber toned body could do so much, so many amazing possible positions, but it was just impossible to take his time now. He'd have her do just one yoga position. "Downward dog," he said, and she lifted her ass up toward him, straightening her legs, her powerful body lifting him up off his knees and onto his feet as her motion drove his cock deep into her. At the end of that first stroke when he pressed deep into her against her cervix and found that perfectly pleasurable spot, he was already coming, spurting deep inside her, putting his baby in her womb. He stroked her deeply a few more times as his orgasm washed over him in absurdly pleasurable waves, then fell back on the bed as the joy of impregnation again filled him and she cried out her thanks.

Huifen had the last vacant womb in the room. She was eagerly climbing back on, this time in a reverse cowgirl crouch with her feet far apart, her impossibly perfect balance and flexibility and body shape blowing his mind again. "More," he turned to the others, his voice cracking with desperate urgency. "Get me more, right now." He knew he'd soon need somewhere else to come, or else he'd have to be done with Huifen too soon. "The five models from this morning. The Russian soccer team. Get them here now!" The models were amazing and it would be sad to do them quickly, but they had been craving him since morning, so it would be cruel not to do them first. The Russian girls were nameless gorgeous strangers he hadn't even really met. He had only glanced momentarily at them, claiming them from the helicopter, and then caressed their arms briefly on his way to the stairs, but he had the obscene urge to invade and pound them quickly, almost in revenge for their country's barbaric invasion of Ukraine. Also he had sensed that one of the Russian girls was over-ripe like Norika had been, needing his seed soon or she'd miss her chance. He needed their pussies here as soon as possible.

Guanyu was dressed, or close enough. She held her unbuttoned shirt closed and hurried down the stairs to get Jim the pussies he needed. Several new recruits who had arrived after Jim stared at the half-dressed woman in shock and whispered to each other. Jim's roar of "Korean Airlines" had come during a lull in the party noise a few minutes earlier, producing giggles and confusion. What was going on up there?

Huifen was doing it to Jim again, utterly blowing his mind. "Please, go slow," he begged her. She whined but complied, sensuously sliding onto him with agonizingly slow strokes, her incredible body shape and fluid movements an absolute dream. Oh my god it was so fucking great. He felt like crying, it was so tragic to have so little time with her, just so over the top amazing how they turned each other on, how sexily she responded to everything he did, how contagious her excitement was, and how much her body could do with elegant fluid grace. He had to hold on. But he also knew that as soon as he let go, she would turn her focus to finding him more dancers. What if they were all like her and Citra? Oh my god. That thought was too much. He had to push her off again already, find another pussy to come in. She cried out in protest, tears in her eyes, so desperate, so frustrated.

He stood up and rushed out to meet the first of the models as she came up the stairs, a tall skinny Chinese beauty. Another elite model like Zhi and Dongmei, just an absurdly hot goddess. He needed her so urgently. She was in a skirt. Good. He spun her to face the wall at the top of the stairs and roughly pushed her skirt up and her panties to the side. There was no time to unwrap this present fully. He was still at the brink from Huifen. He pushed deep into her incredible model body, watching his raging shaft disappear into her sweet, new, fertile pussy between her smooth, perfect butt cheeks, his hands gripping her impossibly tiny waist. "Bai," he breathed her name urgently as he remembered it, "here's my baby!" Conquest and orgasm together all at once, spasming deep inside her clenching pussy as she cried out in joy and gratitude. This was fucking great too. Maybe he didn't always need more time with them. Taking this preposterously hot model so quickly was its own new kind of fun. Just insane to waste her like that. But he could. He had so many more where she came from.

He heard gasps from downstairs. Shit. He was not out of sight of the party below. He looked down and felt his eyes twitch madly as he saw three strangers looking up at him. They were with Ameera, that lovely Malaysian soccer player from the van ride this morning. Fucking hell yeah. Three more like Ameera, gorgeous, lithe, exotic Malaysian college athletes. He watched their expressions change from one kind of shock to another as the miracle took them and made them his. Ameera smiled up at him then stepped close to his three new exotic thralls, whispering to them as they squirmed in desire.

The next model was by his side getting in the same position, panties already around one ankle and hiking her dress up. It was Sun Hee, a sweet willowy Korean model. He took her trembling hand and brought her with him a few steps farther out of sight of the stairs then turned her to face another wall. God, what an impossibly hot slender model body, and that face, sweet enough to be a Korean Airlines flight attendant. Eager, urgent, darling, burning with desire for him. The joy of knocking up Bai was just hitting him as he stepped behind Sun Hee, his desire somehow ratcheting up even higher. He pressed into her glorious heavenly slickness, taking her virginity, claiming her amazing body, reveling in the moment, searing it in his memory, and managing to get in a few long deep strokes before pushing deep into her, finding that perfect most fertile spot deep inside her and blasting off into another absurdly powerful orgasm. He stayed in her, kissing her and stroking deeply as his orgasm subsided and the joy broke over them both.

Next up the stairs was Francesca, a tanned and wildly sexy Italian model. He watched her while he stayed deep inside Sun Hee, basking in waves of bliss together and savoring a few final deep strokes. Francesca got her panties off and her skirt hiked up. She was panting in need, burning with desire, her hands on the wall next to him, her legs far apart, her hips pushing back against imagined thrusts from him that she had craved all day and that she knew were finally coming soon. He pulled out of Sun Hee and stepped behind her. What a glorious sight, what a gorgeous tanned body, perfect skin and incredible tight curves, just on fire with desire for him and for his seed in her womb. He didn't waste a second, pushing deep into her fertile body, claiming her, basking in the sensation and the satisfaction of conquest of this luscious tanned model, then pounding her deeply as he flew toward another epic climax. The force and speed of his thrusts somehow shocked his body into allowing him to do it a little longer. Going slower and savoring the conquest would have made him come almost instantly, but doing it hard right away somehow made time slow down and let him have a little more fun with this ridiculously hot voluptuous model. It also allowed Francesca enough time to come, shrieking out "Yes, Jim, yes!" in a voice that was clearly audible downstairs and left absolutely no doubt what was happening up there. Finally he exploded deep inside her, pressing hard against her womb, filling her with his seed. So fucking amazing. Such perfect bliss again, such incredible glorious happiness. He clung to her a moment, dizzy, panting, overwhelmed by it all.

Xiang, the doctor, was dressed and at his side, taking his pulse and looking concerned. "Jim, have some water and lie down. Doctor's orders."

He let her lead him by the hand back into the bedroom. The others kept Huifen off of him while Xiang took his blood pressure and he drank a glass of water and caught his breath, then he laid back and they turned the ballerina loose. The brief break had taken the edge off slightly, and as Huifen straddled him and took him back deep inside her he was relieved to be able to savor it at least a little without having to fight down an impending orgasm. He again delighted in her contagious responsiveness as her incredible body sexily arched and squirmed in desperate need. "No more, Jim, no more torture, please!"

The other seven girls he had called for had arrived and were quickly removing their clothes. He watched in delight as they undressed while Huifen rode him, so much gorgeous beautiful skin being exposed for him, so much eager excitement not only for their own turn, but to see him breed with the elegant ballerina gracefully riding his shaft. The Chinese model Dandan and the Korean model Kyung were both insanely hot, with such beautiful sweet faces. Just unreal. Oh god, he had to have them, and he soon would. And the five anonymous Russian soccer players, all fit and lithe young college girls, so eager, luscious, wet and fertile for him.

They crowded around him on the bed. He was a fucking king, surrounded by endless fertile pussies. As yet another orgasm began to build, he reached out and stroked the ones he could reach, his fingers delighting in their wet tight slickness and their eager reactions, their bodies squirming in need, their pussies clenching on his fingertips.

Again it was all too much, far too much. Another unbelievably intense orgasm was inevitable now, powerfully building. He didn't fight it. He returned his hands to Huifen, stroking her and driving each other even wilder as they moved together, the sensations absurdly delicious, the passion just wildly out of control. He wouldn't, couldn't make her wait anymore. "Huifen, here it comes," he gasped.

"Yes, yes, finally, yes!" she cried out, her eyes filling with tears and her body shaking as they finally blasted off together into orgasm, clutching each other, his throbbing shaft spurting directly into her womb, their bodies on fire together, a shattering explosion that went on and on, leaving him seeing stars, his whole body tingling. Would he pass out? Could he possibly want more after that? Like, ever again in his life?

His vision cleared slowly and Huifen's beautiful face filled it, inches away, gasping and staring at him in wonder and joy, her eyes quickly filling with happy tears. The certainty had just hit them both that she would bear his twins. "Two. Oh my god," they both gasped the exact same words together. So perfect, so right. Pure, complete bliss. Another greatest moment of his life. Incomparable. How could he ever top this? How could he want more after this?

Unbelievably, he did. Fuck. So fucking much more. Starting with these seven fertile pussies surrounding him, weeping for him, all so hungry and ready.

Huifen saw him look at them and giggled with excitement at the thought of him having them too. It was hot as hell to think of him breeding them all. She was already thinking of the other dancers she would bring to him. There were so many. Not just ballet. Modern dancers. Acrobatic dancers. Aerial dancers. He had no idea what was in store for him. "Jim," she said huskily, clenching her pussy hard on his shaft, "my colleagues are going to blow your fucking mind."

"Yes," he breathed, "More dancers, bring me all the fucking dancers."

"Yes," Anna chimed in breathlessly, overwhelmed with excitement at the idea. "And let me work with them. Let me… Choreograph it."

"Fuck yeah" said Jim and Huifen together.

The thought was spectacularly, dizzyingly, explosively hot, a fucking nuclear bomb of desire going off in his mind as he imagined that crazy pink genius training an army of elite professional dancers on how best to fuck his brains out. Oh. My. God.

Huifen was already off of him and standing up. He needed to be in a pussy right fucking now. He started to sit up, but Xiang's small firm hand pushed him back down. "No. Relax, big guy, you need to take it easy. Let them do the fucking, doctor's orders. That's an official pre***********ion for seven cowgirls. And after that a long break at least."

Dandan quickly straddled him, her gorgeous slender body quivering in need as she lined him up. His tip found heavenly slick sweetness and he reveled in the sensations as he felt that wonderful first inch of her surround him. She was a dream, impossibly beautiful, perfect, delicate, and god what a body shape. And she was his, right now, surrounding him so incredibly deliciously. Soft, sweet, tight heat. Eager, moaning and quivering with excitement. Craving him all day and now finally, finally taking him deep inside her where she needed him, where her fertile egg was already waiting. So freaking great, so amazing how this still hit him so hard and was so new and special each time. Actually with Dandan there was nothing amazing about how new it felt. She was just that stunningly beautiful, that sexy, just impossible, incomparable.

Again, tragically, it seemed there would be almost no middle. Just that exquisite beginning and rapturous, joyful end. He was too worked up and she was just too good. He was already getting close as she started to move on him. No! Not yet! He just couldn't bear the thought of being done with her yet. He managed to push her off before he could come. She whined in protest but she understood.

He reached out to one of the Russian girls. The over-ripe one, the one he had sensed wouldn't be fertile anymore if he waited too long. She eagerly straddled him. He needed to come. Wouldn't that help? Or would it just somehow keep making the desire stronger? It seemed impossible for it to get any stronger, but he had thought that like 5 pussies ago, and it had anyway.

"What's your name?" he asked as she lined herself up.

"Fuck," she gasped as his tip slid in the first inch into her craving, clenching, sweet wetness. She paused, overwhelmed with pleasure, not caring if he thought her actual name was Fuck, then finally breathed out "Anastasia."

Incredible. Delightful, new, and unique again. A total stranger he had just met. A lithe, athletic, gorgeous tanned body slowly impaling herself onto his shaft. Insane pleasure. She was so hot for him, so eager, and so fertile. So many conquests, each one somehow so special, so personal. It was so important to her, and to him. "Anastasia," he breathed, stunned by her, overwhelmed and reveling in the feeling of conquest. He was quickly back to the brink as she completed that first delicious stroke and began to move on him. Her eyes were locked on his, her face distorted by exquisite pleasure and growing excitement at the signs of his impending orgasm. She pressed herself fully down on him and his tip came to rest exactly at that perfect, most pleasurable, most fertile spot deep inside her. He thought of the baby she would make for him. That was all it took. Another massive orgasm crashed over him and he pumped new life into her. "Yes, thank you Jim!" she cried out, clenching around him and clinging tightly as he spasmed and moaned through his orgasm. Then the certainty hit them and they reveled in it, savoring a tender first and last kiss, tears in their eyes. Just a few seconds of shared bliss, then he pushed her off.

He wanted so much to go back to Dandan, that incredibly beautiful angel. But he knew he'd just come right away if he so much as touched her. Maybe knocking up one more Russian would do the trick, take the edge off. Or maybe it wouldn't. The edge seemed to just grow more edges with every conquest. He was all edges now, tense, wound up, ready to explode into orgasm at nothing. Would he ever be able to slow down and appreciate any of them? It was so out of control, so wild, so urgent now. It was so fucking good but also becoming tragic. It was so frustrating to want them so much that he couldn't have them for more than a few seconds. He fought back tears and pulled another beautiful Russian soccer player onto him.

She introduced herself as Maria as she eagerly moved to straddle him, her hungry wetness seeking him out and finding him quickly, then pausing with him just inside where he felt resistance. Another virgin, giving herself to him. God, what a gift. What a miracle. What a beautiful creature she was. Sweet, angelic eyes locked on his, yearning for him, needing him so much. It didn't and couldn't feel repetitive. Maria's eyes wouldn't let it. Nobody else existed, it was just her, needing him, needing to give herself to him, needing to feel him filling her. She had been a stranger just minutes ago.

She pushed harder and her hymen gave way. She was surprised there was no pain, only incredible blissful pleasure, so far beyond anything she had ever dreamed of. She pushed again, pausing halfway down onto him to adjust to the new sensations, her whole body on fire with pleasure as he stretched her open and filled her.

She was going too slow, still trying to get used to the feeling of being filled. He wanted to let her adjust, give her time, then give her at least a few strokes, but his orgasm was already here, already crashing over him, and he was only halfway in. He needed to get to that perfect spot deep inside her. His hips bucked up, burying his shaft deep inside her and he came hard, groaning and shaking with the force of it, blasting his seed into her womb. Wonderful and mind-blowingly pleasurable and infuriating and tragic all together. Again he wanted to apologize for giving her such a short first time, but there was no need. She understood. And then a moment later it wasn't just ok, it was perfect. She was pregnant, overjoyed, crying happy tears and thanking him. They rejoiced together with a few sweet kisses while she luxuriated in a few long deep strokes on him, and then he had to push her off as that insane consuming drive for more took him again.

He pulled the Korean model, Kyung, onto him. Oh my god, she was an angel. Just as amazing in every way as Dandan. Impossibly beautiful face, sweet soulful eyes, an unbelievable slender hourglass body shape, and so incredibly eager, so desperate for him. She had him at her heavenly slick entrance. He felt the first inch of penetration, the beginning of that glorious moment of conquest, and it was all already too good, far too good. It was pushing him over the edge. His orgasm was coming, unstoppable. It would make him push deep inside her and spurt and then his time with this angel would be over, and it wasn't fun anymore. Suddenly it was fucking awful. He rebelled against it with all his might, pushing her off in time before he could spurt in her.

Tears in his eyes, anger and rage filling him at his inability to take any time with them, especially those two angels Kyung and Dandan, his orgasm still hovering moments away, he rolled on top of Sofia, the next Russian girl. She gasped in surprise and instantly spread her legs wide in invitation. He pounded deep into her, taking her virginity in one angry thrust. Naked territorial aggression. Ugly, brutal conquest. He held still just a second as his orgasm almost instantly began, felt himself spurt deep inside her in her most fertile spot, and he was off her, rising up to his knees, his orgasmic spasms continuing but nothing coming out. Was he empty? He didn't feel like it. Not even close. But nothing was coming out. Like with Norika in the elevator. Probably all of his orgasms had been like this, feeling like he was pumping out a full load but only letting out a drop, his body somehow conserving that precious resource. How?

"Whoah, Jim, settle down, take it easy," Xiang was saying, reaching for him.

He ignored her, batting her hands away. Sasha, another gorgeous Russian girl, was closest. He spun her around onto hands and knees and speared into her from behind. Again just one deep angry thrust, stopping deep inside her, finding that perfect fertile spot that always jolted him with pleasure. He felt himself spurt in her, still awash in the same long orgasm.

He pulled out quickly and turned to Tatiana, the last Russian girl, who had already quickly gotten onto her hands and knees for him next to Sasha. She was beautiful, ridiculously so, easily the most beautiful of the five Russians. He had caught her name along with Sofia's and Sasha's while they were undressing excitedly as he finished with Huifen, back when this was wonderful and fun, just a couple minutes ago. He had been so looking forward to her. Fucking tragic to want her so much that he couldn't even slow down a little and savor any of it. A crazy combination of lust, rage, and despair filled him. Tears pouring down his cheeks, the tail end of that same long orgasm still with him, he speared angrily through Tatiana's hymen and deep into her. As soon as he found that perfect spot deep in her, the last spasm of his orgasm sent a spurt of seed into her womb. Glorious conquest, insane overwhelming pleasure, and appallingly intense frustration, so much anger, such bitter fucking disappointment, rage, anguish, horror, disgust. He fell backwards out of her, sobbing inconsolably and shaking in fury.

Xiang caught him and laid him down gently, trying to soothe him, wiping his tears. The Russian girls worked together to hold back Dandan and Kyung, who were desperately trying to get to him, driven mad by the thought that he might be broken, unable to continue. They had craved him for so long, both had felt him swell with impending orgasm inside them, both had been so close to getting his seed. It was suddenly all devastating, horrific, tragic, terrifying. Jim stared through his tears, horrified, at Dandan and Kyung, his heart going out to them as he saw their despair. His lust for them was still sky high, but he was glad the Russian girls were keeping those sweet angels away from him. He was a beast, he couldn't be allowed to take them the way he had just taken the last three Russians. What the fuck was happening to him, to them all? Dandan and Kyung were bawling, their darling faces distorted in agony, clawing and scratching trying to get to him. A vision out of a fucking nightmare, simultaneous with the sudden certainty that all the Russians were pregnant, resulting in joy that felt completely artificial, hollow, toxic, alien. It was not his joy. Whose was it? He fucking hated it.

The virus had been elated by the increasing speed of Jim's conquests, drunk on and reveling in its own power to push him faster and faster, and it hadn't been paying attention to his feelings. Then all of a sudden it woke up to the dramatically different mood. Shit, it had pushed too hard again. Poor Jim. He had tried so hard, been so cooperative. Jim had made 19 babies in 18 women so far at the party, and he had mostly avoided exertion so he was physically fine. But emotionally, he was a wreck. The virus needed him not only productive, but happy, sane. It had been a thrill to rush, so exciting to discover how fast it was possible to drive him like a finely tuned new sports car. But that speed was not necessary. It was far more important to keep the car on the road. It needed Jim to be able and willing to do this sustainably. The virus would have to pay closer attention to his feelings, listen to what he wanted, let him have a little more control. Compromise with him. Anyway, 19 was already a perfectly adequate performance for tonight. He had earned a reward. The virus would back off, stop pushing, help them all calm down, and let him savor the last two before his break. And Jim was right, those two were special. Twins for both of them, it decided. And extra intense pleasure and joy for them all.

Suddenly Jim felt the fever break, peace and calm washing over him. Long deep breaths, his tense muscles relaxing, his anger and frustration melting away like they were never there. Miraculously, the insane driving urgency was receding. He had somehow mastered it, transcended it. He was a phoenix rising from the ashes. Feathers a little ruffled, a little soot in the eyes, but no longer on fire. Still in heat, still one ridiculously fucking horny bird. But at last, he felt he was in control again.

"I'm ok," he said, smiling through his tears at Dandan and Kyung. They too seemed to have transcended their own panic and were no longer struggling, their looks of desperation replaced by concern for him. "Come here, angels, I'm ok now. And I'm so sorry to make you wait so long."

The Russians released them and they flew to him, wiping away his tears and stroking his face and hair, soothing him. "Jim, thank god, I'm so glad you're alright. What happened?"

"I don't know, but it passed. I'm ready for you. I won't make you wait any longer."

"No!" both Dandan and Kyung said it together, echoed by Xiang who was just starting to check his vitals.

"Don't. You should rest. Don't worry about us. Jim, I can wait as long as you need," Dandan said, with Kyung nodding along. "It's ok now, I am suddenly at peace somehow. Just rest, take it easy, take your time."

What sweethearts, focused only on him, making sure he was ok, their own needs unimportant to them.

"I just couldn't do you like that, so quickly. You're both too special. All of you are," he added quickly, glancing at the Russians. No need, they weren't insulted, all still basking in joy mixed with relief that he was ok. "But really, it's ok now. It passed, somehow. Now is perfect. Now is when I need you, when I can do it right. Please, it needs to be now. If that beast mode comes back before I have you two, I'll fucking kill myself."

They all looked to Xiang, waiting for her to finish checking his vitals. "Wow, he's fine all of a sudden. Blood pressure, heart rate, oxygen level, everything. But Jim, I still want you to take a break after this."

Relief, happiness, his own real joy. He brought them both in for a delightful slow three way kiss. Oh my god, what glorious, overwhelmingly pleasurable sensations from just kissing them. How could just their lips be so sexy? Dandan's hand lightly stroking his chest felt incredible too, electrifying him. Kyung's hard nipple on his shoulder sent shockwaves through his upper body. Every touch was a revelation, as if the anguish of a few moments ago had awakened every nerve ending in their bodies, maximizing every sensation. He ran his fingertips lightly over their backs and they moaned and shivered sexily. Oh my god, they were such goddesses. He would savor them. There would be foreplay. Actual foreplay. What a revelation, what a relief. He'd explore them, caress and worship every inch of their goddess bodies. Taste them. Make them come on his tongue. Play with each other languidly, deliciously, trying every position with each of them in turn, and every possible position with both of them together.

He again heard — or did he? — that fleeting whisper of his own voice in his head. "Enjoy, you've earned it."

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