Claiming His Fertile Womb: A Short Femdom Futa Mpreg Dark Romance: Genderswapped and Pregnant, #5

By Natasha Rose

Previously published as Claiming His Fertile Womb: A Short Femdom Futa Mpreg Dark Romance by Phoenix Rose

 

This is a story involving femdom, gender switching, futas, group action and rapid mpreg.

 

Ethan is just starting his studies at a prestigious University in England. A little shy and out of his depth he notices the bewitching and mysterious Sam, who helps him with a subject he's struggling with. She soon teaches him a lot more than he bargained for, introducing him to the secretive world of futas and an ancient secret society based on carnal pleasures. There's only one problem, if he wants to join in he'll have to face some hard decisions...

 

Together they have serious chemistry, and Ethan seems to find it hard to say no to Sam but will he sacrifice everything to be with her? Can he trust her after finding out her deceptive nature? What will he do with his new body and the new life he finds growing inside of it?

 

Claiming His Fertile Womb is a 17K word story crammed with hot scenes and a dark romance love story woven into it's fabric.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Natasha Rose
• Release date: Aug 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223395522

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Claiming His Fertile Womb

A Short Femdom Futa Mpreg Dark Romance

Sam's On The Prowl

"So, I heard you’ve been looking for me?" A voice appeared from out of nowhere right next to my ear. My head was buried in a computer screen at the library and my earbuds were drowning out all outside sounds until that moment. I literally jumped.

It was Sam’s voice. Her unmistakable upper-class British accent and beautiful perfume overwhelmed my senses as I tried to recover from the fact she’d been so close to me I briefly felt her breath on my neck. It turned me on instantly and I felt blood coursing toward my crotch.

She looked at me curiously, amused as I tried to compose myself. I willed my heart rate to return to normal and my cock to stop all progress from hardening as depraved thoughts of what I wanted her to do to me whirled around my head.

I took in the sight of her at such a close proximity. It felt strange after watching her at a distance for so long.

She was strikingly beautiful and exquisite in a way I’d never known any of the girls I’d gone to school with back in the States to be. I’m not sure if the phrase ‘English Rose’ had been designed solely to describe her but I felt it fit perfectly.

She held herself in a high-society manner, possibly even like royalty. She had the prominent cheekbones, long swan neck and noble forehead I’d seen illustrating figures from monarchies of old.

There was a quiet grace in the way she carried herself. Moving effortlessly around the campus, never appearing awkward or embarrassed at anything but also never really engaging with anyone or anything, as far as I’d seen.

Her complexion was pale. Super pale. Almost the colour of ivory, offset and made to look even lighter by her raven-coloured shoulder length hair which was streaked with various bright colours and stripes of pink, blue and green. The vibrant colours danced together every time she ran her hands through it; a gesture mostly initiated by a lack of interest that the rest of the class couldn’t seem to keep up with her superior intellect.

I’d never seen her studying here in the library, and I’d heard rumours she was at any and every party been thrown by any of the various societies and clubs held on campus. She didn’t seem to take her studies too seriously at all yet she was always right. Always first with the correct answers when the rest of the class failed to provide any. Every. Time. 

Her fashion sense was just as out of the ordinary. She wore a mixture of styles, looking somewhere between Victorian gothic and modern anime steampunk, generally wearing tight or revealing garments in dark purples, reds and blacks. Today was no different.

As I allowed my eyes to travel up and down her body, being as subtle as I could possibly be, I drank in the sight of her ivory thighs all the way up to a short, purple, denim skirt. Her top half was covered by a long, flowing black blouse and her hair was down, framing her face perfectly.

She sat staring at me, impatiently waiting for my reply.

So, have you been looking for me? She finally prompted, an annoyed look furrowing her normally placid and impossible to read expression.

Erm, yes. I admitted, my voice sounding small in the strength of her overtly-confident personality. Who told you? I managed to push the extra point across. I couldn’t quite hold eye contact with her so I turned away, grabbing my water bottle and taking a large drink, my mouth becoming unexplainably dry when I was around her. 

It was David. She admitted in a low voice, as if it were some sort of conspiracy or privileged information.

Ah. I nodded, composing my thoughts and deciding how big a new one I was going to tear David when I next saw him.

Well. What is it you want? She leaned back in her chair, stretching her long legs out in front of her as her skirt rode up slightly. My eyes visibly bugged as I made an audible gasp at the sight of so much beautiful skin on show in front of me.

She smiled at my reaction but didn’t react repulsed or shocked or anything. Her countenance remained unreadable.

Well, you’re obviously the best at advanced Bio Chemistry, I stuttered, finding my feet and staring into her eyes as I drew my attention away from her shapely legs. So I was wondering if you could help me. You know, tutor me? I’d be willing to pay. She smiled, the compliment and possibly the prospect of money from a side hustle catching her attention.

Is the class so important to you? What if you just failed it instead? No big deal. She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, as if my future education and studying here meant nothing.

Well, I’m kinda here on a scholarship thing so if I fail, I... I looked deep into her dark brown eyes, finding myself lost in them for a moment as I tried to make my point without saying the words.

They kick you all the way back to the good old United States? She openly mocked