Twisted Mixology Pt. 2 (Patreon)

This is a Patreon-exclusive pseudo-sequel to "Twisted Mixology: Part of the Lesbian Mind Control Anthology series," which is available on Amazon.

One year to the day after Tara and Heather became chemically bound to each other, the age-gap couple moves forward with their relationship (and family) as their connection becomes more inescapable than ever. As they build their life together, they begin to test the limits of their intoxicating dependence and the uncharted depths of their biological bond.

In other words, the chemical component that linked them together also gave them a hardcore reproductive kink.

Enjoy!

Twisted Mixoloy pt. 2 (Patreon Exclusive)

“I can’t believe it’s already been a year since the biggest day of our lives," Tara gushed, cuddled up on the couch beside her wife.

Her wedding ring glimmered brightly off of the fire from the flames illuminating the fireplace. In an act of celebration, they had ordered take-out from Tara's favorite restaurant to commemorate their one-year anniversary.

"I know baby, and it is the absolute BEST year of my life," Heather replied with a bright smile, grasping Tara's warm hand and drawing it up for a kiss. "I can't wait for the second, third, fourth and countless ones to follow."

The pair remained completely in awe of one another. Heather's body was nestled snugly against the brunette's. The college freshman leaned into her partner, her soft touch sending goosebumps over her delicate skin.

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls," she chided lovingly, playfully tickling her lover's upper body.

She stared deeply into Heather's eyes, the depths of them seemingly bottomless, revealing the intensity of her love and devotion. “You know full well there have never been any other ‘girls,’” Heather grinned.

And then, Tara couldn’t resist, leaning forward and planting her plump lips firmly upon the older woman.

Heather hummed with contentment and the two lovers snuggled even closer together. Heather savored the kiss, pressing her lips firmly and deeply into the young girl, feeling her heart swell at the love she felt. Her hands moved along the young woman’s shoulders, her fingertips tracing a line along her slender arms before her hand stopped at her stomach.

Tara glanced down to see that the older woman had yet again reached out to the slightest protrusion of her abdomen.

"You’re going to spill the beans," she chuckled.

Her bare stomach was exposed, her summer shorts resting just beneath the first signs of the little life growing inside of her.

Heather planted another firm kiss on her cheek and lingered there for several seconds before returning to gaze lovingly at her wife and their child-to-be.

"You carrying our baby is the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen," Heather whispered.

Tara swooned as Heather continued to fawn over her and run her delicate fingers across her belly.

"You know, a few months ago, when we hadn’t even made it to one-year-married and you were fucking me in the pool, in broad daylight, telling me how much you couldn’t wait to have a baby with me. I never would’ve imagined it would happen so quickly. I just thought that was something you said while in the throes of passion,” Tara giggled as Heather continued to stroke her tummy.

Heather nuzzled against the younger woman, smiling. "Mmm, I couldn't help it. I didn’t want you to think I was moving too fast, but you're irresistible"

Heather's delicate hands wrapped around her pregnant wife, pulling the young brunette in even closer. The coziness of the moment was nearly overwhelming, their feelings almost too big. Tara smiled as she breathed in her wife's signature scent, a blend of her subtle perfume and the light, yet intoxicating smell of her shampoo.

"This entire afternoon has been perfect," Heather commented, tenderly pressing her lips against her wife's before brushing her nose against hers and gazing deeply into her hazel eyes. "I truly can't believe we've gotten this lucky. A year ago, I was going to hot yoga classes, trying to stay fit to meet some man, but too afraid to even go on a date.”

"But then we were fated to find each other," Tara replied dreamily.

"If you told me a year ago that I would be married... to a woman... my daughter’s former best friend... who is pregnant with my child… I wouldn’t have believed a word,” Heather sighed in wonder.

Tara laughed knowingly and the two newlyweds leaned in close, their lips connecting in a tender, delicate gesture.

Tara's slender fingers moved through her love's blonde curls, drawing a gentle sigh from her partner. “If you told me I would be 20 years old, pregnant, married to my best friend’s mom, and more emotionally and sexually fulfilled than I’d ever imagined possible,” Tara whispered seductively. “I would’ve been ecstatic. I wanted you the minute I laid eyes on you and the more I saw of your kind, compassionate, mature self... well, I couldn’t escape you. So gorgeous, so sexy and there was the secret part of me that dreamed of making you mine... of giving you the family you’ve always wanted.”

"Really?" Heather whispered, her heart bursting at the words. “You always wanted to have my child?”

The young college freshman nodded softly, gently caressing the palm of the older woman's hand with her fingertips.

"Absolutely, love. I’ve always wanted to give you the world. Honestly, I can’t believe it took us as long as it did for us to finally get together," she replied, a dreamy quality to her tone. "I remember, once I was hanging out with Stacy and suddenly I caught a glimpse of you in the kitchen. As soon as I saw you in this white robe, just a peek of your lacy bra, preparing dinner and sipping white wine, I felt like all the wind had been knocked out of me and like the whole world was crashing down around me. It was the most powerful reaction. Instant obsession. I pretended to need to use the restroom so I could be by myself and breathe. But all I could picture in my mind was peeling off your robe and pinning you against the kitchen counter."

Heather’s pulse began to race, her thoughts immediately captivated by the description of her wife's sexual fantasies. She felt a familiar churning deep in her belly. She felt a heat building within her chest and a tingle sprouting in her groin, a slight hint of arousal soaking through her lacy panties beneath her skirt.

The older blonde bit her lip, her cheeks flushed a delectable shade of rose pink as the thoughts blossomed in her brain. Tara's hand rested dangerously high upon her thigh, teasing her, taunting her, as the older woman begged for more details.

“And… You knew then that you wanted to have my babies?” the blonde stammered.

A wicked smile crept across Tara's face.

"Oh, yes," she admitted. "Definitely, more than anything else in the world. Pregnancy kink? Who knew? Gosh, just thinking about having your baby makes me so horny."

Heather cleared her throat and breathed, hot desire surging through her system.

"Horny?" Heather asked, knowingly.

Tara's mischievous fingers inched their way toward the tender flesh along the inside of her older lover's thigh, stroking Heather's smooth flesh, her touch so gentle and exciting.

“Mhmm,” Tara whispered, her lips peppering Heather’s neck with tentative kisses. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me, impregnate me, breed me, claim my womb, since the moment I laid eyes on you, my love."

Heather's pale face burned with blush, her insides quivering with need.

She gasped, unable to respond.

Before Heather could fully comprehend her wife's words, Tara's hand drifted between her thighs.

“But right now, all I can think about is you filling me again, baby. Making us one, connecting as we were destined to. No love could be as beautiful as ours... a second chance love, a late love... made to be together," the young brunette whispered, almost pleading, clutching her older lover's firm bicep with her other hand, her small round breasts pressed close enough to her wife for her to feel the delicious warmth. “When our baby finally arrives, I want to get started on the next one. Maybe I’ll carry your egg? Fuck, Heather, your egg inside my womb. It would be like you got me pregnant yourself.”

Heather felt her body gush at the idea, a spot of damp desire already forming between her legs. But before she could formulate her own thoughts to respond, her wife shifted to straddle her body, leaving no room for conversation. Instead she settled into her place in her wife's lap and gently stroked her sensitive skin through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Tell me you want that, baby. Tell me how bad you want—no, need to knock me up over and over and over again.”

Her mouth dry and her center throbbing and already slick with need, Heather reached out in her delirium and palmed her wife's cotton-covered mound. Tara eagerly followed suit.

"Uh... uh huh," the beautiful older woman moaned. "Baby, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind if you keep talking like that," she pleaded. "There's nothing else in this world I would rather do than fill your sweet womb, impregnate you again and again, give you as many babies as you desire."

Tara squirmed into her wife's firm yet pillowy touch, her thumb pressed up against her clit.

“Tell me you want to own me. To breed me and make me your woman, that I belong to you, with you, forever," the college freshman insisted.

Heather's voice took on a desperate quality, frantic and almost manic.

"I fucking want it. Fuck, Tara, I need it," she howled. “We’re gonna have a huge family. You’re going to be pregnant, carrying my babies for the next 15 years. Fuck… you’re gonna be so hormonal and horny for your entire adult life. Your body will be my little baby-making machine. Your womb is mine, Tara. Your wife is gonna knock you up so much you’ll have to beg me to stop. Fuck. Fuck. Tara… I’m so fucking wet thinking about our family.”

Both women moved together, gripping and pawing at each other, trying desperately to fill the voids between their bodies. Unable to control herself any longer, Heather surrendered to instinct, hoisting Tara off the sofa and kissing her hard and hot. The two lovers exchanged a fiery, passionate kiss, tongues colliding and teeth clashing.

“Hmmm,” Tara groaned as her wife lifted her up and tore the shorts from her slender legs. “The strap… Heather, please, for our anniversary. Use it.”

"Yes, baby. I will," Heather growled excitedly.

Moments later, the two were stripped naked and panting, their flesh sticky with sweat, Tara resting on the couch with her legs spread and presented as Heather negotiated the leather straps of the obscene toy.

"Are you ready, my love?" Tara said excitedly as she fingered herself with urgent need, readying her pussy to be filled by the woman she loved.

Heather leaned toward Tara, eagerly positioning the tip of the strap-on just centimeters from her slick entrance. The older woman's muscles burned with adrenaline and arousal, longing to claim and completely own the college girl.

"Give it to me," Tara begged, growing impatient at the tease. “I need it, baby. I need to feel you inside me.”

She was panting, her pussy sopping wet, her breaths shallow and short.

"Patience, love," Heather countered, holding the toy just out of reach. "Are you really that desperate have me? To be owned by me, filled by me?”

Tara whimpered, her knees shaking as she remained impatiently waiting for her older lover, her heart racing wildly.

"Oh god, yes, Heather. FUCK me. Break me in half! I'm begging. My body is SO fucking hungry for you. I'm completely yours, baby. I need you deep inside of me. Knocking me up... wrecking me... Fuck! I'm so damn wet, I'm dripping!" the young woman barked enthusiastically.

With a grin and a wink, Heather eased the shaft into her lover's waiting sex and watched as the dildo disappeared inside Tara.

Heather's plump lower lip slipped between her teeth as the thick shaft divided her wife's silken walls and penetrated her heat.

Tara groaned quietly as the rubber cock invaded her slick passage, the size of the object immense, overwhelming her with excitement, fear and desperation.

“HEEEEEEEeeeeeEeeeeeaaaaathhheeerrrrr,” she cried, gripping the edges of the couch.

"Yes, say my name, my love," the blonde pleaded as she began to initiate a steady rhythm. "It's so sexy when you say it like that."

Heather clutched the base of the apparatus and placed a light hand on her lover's shapely bottom. She pulled her close, giving her a firmer handhold, and began guiding her onto the rest of the phallus.

Tara braced herself, hands on Heather's firm shoulders as the inches sank deeper inside, Heather's voice joining hers in a symphony of pleasure.

"Mmmm, yes baby," Heather purred. "That's right. Take the whole thing. Take all of it."

"Baby, oh fuck, God!" the young college freshman quavered, her body sliding down the length of the dildo and enveloping the entirety of the rubber apparatus.

"Oh. My. Goooooddd!" Heather moaned ecstatically, her nails digging painfully into Tara's soft, voluptuous rear. “Imagine I’m filling you with my seed, baby. Imagine I’m getting you pregnant with our child!”

She wasn’t sure where the idea to say that came from, but she was positive it would make Tara go wild.

"Oh my god, please, yes, baby. I'm completely yours, to use and breed," Tara agreed quickly, feeling her stretched walls beginning to adjust. “Keep… keep talking like that!”

Before Heather had a chance to respond, her wife tipped her head back. The pleasurable stretch and the enormous length of the strap-on pushed deeper inside her and left her suspended between pain and pleasure.

"This feels amazing," the matronly blonde cried, her voice raspy, her nerves crackling. “Your pussy feels so good around my cock. I can’t wait to come inside you, fill you up and fertilize you!”

Tara groaned, her whole body squirming, feeling the ridges rub the front of her walls and tease her g-spot.

"YES, BABY. Fill me up. Get your cum inside of me!" the brunette howled, her hips moving up and down around the fake appendage. “Oh fuck. Heather. Oh… fuuuuhhck.”

The sounds of Tara's pleasure encouraged the blonde to continue pushing, her breath hot and heavy, her heart pounding in her ears. Heather felt her skin tingling as Tara’s warm, sticky desire escaped along the dildo and pooled between her slender legs.

The brunette inhaled sharply, her nails digging into her wife's toned arms as she felt the appendage push her to the absolute physical limit.

"Oh my god, you are splitting me open!" she rasped, her voice rough and ragged. "I am so fucking full... but it still feels... soooo... g-good..."

Then, without any other warning, the younger woman wailed from deep inside her throat as her back arched.

“Breeeeeeeed meeeeeee,” Tara cried. “Impregnate meeeeEEEeee, Heath—Heatherrrr.”

Heather howled in shared delight as Tara finally achieved release, her fingers still clawing mindlessly into Tara's ass cheeks.

The younger woman’s climax was earth-shattering, one that pulsed and vibrated through her body with an almost uncomfortable intensity, its fiery aftershocks rendering Tara delirious.

Tara eeked out a thick, milky warmth over her lover's lap and went limp underneath the satisfied blonde.

Heather breathed hard, reeling as her sweetheart collapsed beneath her heaving chest.

Then, it was her turn. Seeing Tara’s eyes roll back in her head, feeling her wife’s warm release coat her thighs, the consistent, rhythmic friction of the dildo inside the younger woman pushing back against her—it all created a delicious cocktail of conditions that left Heather’s body aching for another.

“Ohhhmmmm… Tarrraaa…” she mewled, her knees buckling as slow, clumsy thrusts gave way to her own sticky release.

Tara watch in astonishment as Heather’s eyes fluttered close, their orgasms happening nearly simultaneously, Heather climaxing as the dildo was still buried inside her.

Tara closed her eyes again to savor the moment, realizing it was the closest thing she’d ever experience to Heather coming inside her.

"I... Fuck, baby," Tara stammered and panted. "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. Ever."

Heather brushed her lover's messy hair away from her sweat-slicked face and looked into her eyes with possessive affection.

"Shh... It's OK, my love. Just relax," she whispered.

Tara breathed heavily, gazing at the naked older woman above her and relaxing deeper into the couch cushions. Her pregnancy hormones raging inside her young body, the brunette was a needy ball of pent-up sexual tension, but for now, she was sated.

Heather beamed lovingly at her young wife, offering her a satisfied and generous smile. Tara’s eyes were still glazed, her breathing still quick. She admired the blushing young girl spread before her, her smooth, creamy skin and taut muscles that drove her wild, her soft curves practically calling out for Heather's familiar touch.

She was an angel. Heather’s angel. A gift from God to bear her children and share in the miracle of motherhood while fulfilling every one of their romantic and sexual desires.

Heather slowly pulled out from Tara’s welcoming warmth, the younger woman shivering as each inch slid out from her inner depths.

“I didn’t know I could cum just from wearing this,” Heather remarked with a satisfied, surprised sigh.

Tara purred as her wife exited her, her eyes feasting in Heather’s midsection, drenched by their shared passion.

"You are sex on a stick, girl," Tara cooed, tracing the features of her beloved wife's gentle face. “I can’t believe I’m the only girl you’ve ever fucked. You’re incredible at it.”

Heather leaned back slightly, playfully pinching her wife's clit. The nub moved freely in Heather's fingers, drenched in Tara's thick cum.

"Oooh," the brunette whimpered, thrusting her pelvis forward to receive her wife's teasing fingers. “Hmmm… just like that. Proving my point.”

Heather giggled, enjoying how easy and natural it was to please her wife. With her free hand, Heather collected some of her loving honey and gently traced her wife's full, plump lips with the delicious ambrosia.

"Holy hell, baby," Tara mewled, licking their shared release from her wife’s fingertips. “You’re so fucking bad. I’ve never seen you so dirty, and holy cow, do I love it."

Tara relished in the taste as her tongue worked deftly across the soaked fingers. The tingling on her tongue caused her insides to clench and the rest of her body to writhe beneath Heather's firm grasp.

“Well, I think you’ve officially given me a pregnancy kink, now,” Heather whispered, staring lovingly at the young girl. "All I can picture is what it's going to be like the first time I make you a mommy. And then to do it over and over again.”

Tara smiled brightly and tenderly kissed her wife.

"Then it's official: We are going to repopulate the fucking planet," she declared.

Heather laughed musically and brushed her nose against her lover's.

"Have you ever felt this type of happiness before?" the blonde asked, holding her beloved's face in her hands.

Tara gazed dreamily at her wife, the answer clear on her rosy pink face.

"I've never believed that I was capable of feeling like this. I've spent the past several years trying to hide my feelings for you, embarrassed that the biggest crush I've ever had was on my best friend's hot mom," Tara admitted. "I never imagined my heart would belong to anyone but you."

“And now your friend’s hot mom is your wife,” Heather added playfully, prompting a huge grin from the younger woman.

"Exactly," Tara returned. "I've loved you for so long… before I even knew I did. And now everything feels even more perfect."

Heather sighed contentedly and held her young lover close, gazing lovingly into her hazel eyes and planting a gentle kiss upon her bare forehead. She carefully held her newly pregnant wife, cradlingher precious baby bump.

“Now you get to be the hot mom that our children’s friends will crush on,” Heather giggled playfully.

Her bare breasts pressed up against Tara's chest, the young wife shuddered and slid one hand up Heather’s soft neck, a shiver rattling her entire body.

“I guarantee you’ll still be just as fucking hot as you are now when that time comes,” Tara countered. “Hopefully you won’t leave me for one of our kid’s best friends.”

Heather grinned affectionately, massaging her wife's hipbones and drawing a gentle sigh from the college girl’s lungs.

"It will be impossible for me to 'leave you,' my love," Heather noted. "My life and destiny and soul belong with yours forever. We are going to live together and love each other for the rest of time."

Tara delighted in the close proximity with her spouse, the same chemistry, the same biological connection as strong as the day they’d mistakenly drank the life-changing elixir. Tara’s breath was hot, her light eyes ablaze with passion, a coy smile still illuminating her flushed features.

“Heather?” the brunette asked in a suggestive whisper.

Heather inhaled sharply, her body responding instantly as Tara began to make her move, gently grinding her warm center against Heather's.

"How do you feel about getting all hot and dirty for round two?" the brunette grinned as her hands gripped her partner’s yoga-formed ass.

Heather sighed, feeling immediate renewed desire stir between her legs.

"You're insatiable, woman," the blonde breathed hotly.

Heather lifted herself off the college freshman and unhooked the dildo from her waist, taking another chance to marvel at the size of the implement. “Are you gonna be able to walk, or should I carry you to the bedroom?”

"Take me in your arms, baby," Tara said quickly, unable to resist. "I love it when you do."

"You got it, baby," Heather agreed, slipping her fingers delicately under the younger woman's pregnant body, one hand cradling her neck, the other wrapping around her hips. “I’ll carry you to bed.”

Tara sighed contentedly. “Or maybe the tub,” she grinned mischievously.

Heather lifted her wife off of the couch and carried her down the hallway and toward the bathroom. Her stride was slow and graceful, but assured, carrying the lovely young brunette without any trepidation.

"I love the way you think,” Heather concurred