Interruption of Studies: An Alphinaud/Alisaie Story of Breeding, Growth, and Cloning

The promised ten thousand words of clonesmut! Alphinaud's cock won't go down, and it will take nothing less than an army of Alisaies to calm it. But what does it take to calm her down in return, once she's become a growing, pregnant, self-cloning goddess in her own right..?

The proofreading ended up a little messier than usual due to a technical error, so if you see any typos or mistakes, please let me know!

Inspired by the clonetasting works of 2Breed.

Whole story is in the attached PDF.

Teaser

“It won’t go down! Twelve, what am I going to do? I’m giving the lecture in 10 minutes, I can’t walk in there with an unruly stiffie!” Alphinaud paced back and forth, aghast at the bulging tent in his pants. The motion made it bob from side to side.

“Why not?” Alisaie asked. “Would anyone care?” She was the only spectator to Alphinaud’s frustration (and his erection), and she hardly thought it important enough to look up from the book in her lap. They occupied a small room behind the auditorium, one of many such in the Studium; full of scrolls, crystals, and—in this case—a little sofa that she had commandeered. 

“I would care! It’s unbecoming. Unprofessional. Unbearable.”

“Go jerk off then. I won’t tell.”

“You know it’s not that simple,” Alphinaud said, through gritted teeth.

“And whose fault is that?”

“It was one time, sister! How was I supposed to know casting a virility spell would be that tricky?”

“From your studies, I suppose. You always were the clever one.” Alisaie shrugged and put her book away. “Fine. Drop your pants.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me.” She stripped off her own as if it were the most natural thing in the world, scarcely breaking eye contact as she did so. “Or are you no longer in a hurry?”

Alphinaud trembled, frozen to the spot. While his sister appeared in control of her gaze, he was not; instantly, he was drawn to that sweet triangle of white cotton between her legs that so hugged the shape of her sex. Her fingers played over her slender hips, tugging at the string of her panties. 

“I never knew you to hesitate so, brother dearest.” Alisaie rose from her seat, stalking towards him. “Where is that decisive action? I know you must quench the fire of your loins in a wet and willing cunt. So use mine.” The last word was a whisper in Alphinaud’s ear, and it did absolutely nothing to rescue him from being a sweating, shuddering mess.

Alisaie’s panties hit the floor. To Alphinaud, the impact was as significant as if a great bell had fallen from a church tower. Especially as he felt her fingers move across his belt—and the heat of her naked skin on his cock.

“Will I really have to do all the work?” Alisaie asked, as she pinned his throbbing erection and rubbed herself on him. “I’d have thought you’d be more proactive in averting your public embarrassment.”

“By replacing it with a different embarrassment?” he replied, briskly.

“By offering you a helping hand. And a fair bit more, I think you’ll agree.” Her lips split in a grin as she shoved him against a bookcase and turned elegantly on the spot, all to plant her shapely backside square in his lap.

“Time’s wasting,” she said. “Let’s do something about that.”