Day 14 - Intersex Miranda/Breeding Kink
They had been married for a few years now, and though their life was filled with the chaos of Runway, the girls, and the whirlwind of New York City, there was an unshakable bond between them—one built on passion, trust, and something deeper. Something primal.
Miranda Priestly had always known what she wanted. In her career, in her life, in her relationships—control was something she wielded with expert precision. But tonight, there was a new kind of hunger simmering just beneath her carefully maintained exterior. One that only Andrea could satisfy.
Andrea stood by the window, gazing out over the glittering lights of Paris, her arms wrapped loosely around herself. She could feel Miranda's eyes on her, the weight of her gaze filled with desire, with need. And she knew exactly what that need was. They had talked about it, danced around the subject for weeks now, but tonight? Tonight was different.
Miranda, dressed in a silk robe that hung loosely from her shoulders, took a step closer to Andrea, her hand lightly brushing against her lower back. "You've been quiet tonight," Miranda murmured, her voice low and filled with a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down Andrea's spine. "What are you thinking about?"
Andrea turned to face her, her lips curling into a soft smile as she met Miranda's gaze. "I was thinking about what you said earlier," she replied, her voice gentle but tinged with curiosity. "About wanting another child."
Miranda's eyes darkened, her pupils dilating just slightly as she moved even closer, her fingers brushing lightly over Andrea's arm. "Yes," she murmured, her voice taking on a more serious tone now. "I want us to have a baby, Andrea."
Andrea's breath hitched at the quiet command in Miranda's voice. They had discussed the idea before—another child, expanding their family—but there was something different about the way Miranda spoke now. There was a hunger there, a deep need that went beyond words. It was a desire rooted in something far more primal, something that made Andrea's heart race.
Miranda's hand slid down Andrea's side, her fingers grazing her hip as she leaned in, her breath hot against Andrea's ear. "I want to fill you," she whispered, her voice dark and filled with promise. "I want you swollen with my baby."
The words sent a shockwave of heat through Andrea's body, her pulse quickening as Miranda's hand slid lower, her fingers teasing the waistband of Andrea's loose pants. Andrea swallowed hard, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she felt the heat of Miranda's body press against hers, the familiar weight of her cock straining against the silk of her robe.
It had always been this way between them—Miranda in control, guiding their intimacy with a steady hand. But tonight? Tonight, there was something different in the air. Something more intense. Miranda's breeding kink was something they had explored before, but it had never felt this urgent, this overwhelming.
Andrea turned in Miranda's arms, her hands resting gently on her wife's shoulders as she met her gaze, her own body trembling with anticipation. "You want to get me pregnant again?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Miranda's lips curled into a dark smile, her fingers sliding under the waistband of Andrea's pants, pulling them down just enough to expose the soft skin of her hips. "Yes," she murmured, her voice dripping with desire. "I want you full with my seed. I want you to carry our child."
Andrea's breath hitched, her heart racing as she felt Miranda's hands slip lower, her fingers brushing lightly against the heat between her thighs. "Miranda…" she whispered, her voice trembling with both excitement and a little nervousness.
Miranda pressed her lips to Andrea's neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as her fingers continued their slow, teasing exploration. "You're going to give me another baby," she murmured, her voice thick with need. "Aren't you, Andrea?"
Andrea's legs trembled beneath her as she nodded, her body responding to the low, commanding tone in Miranda's voice. "Yes…" she gasped, her fingers digging into Miranda's shoulders as the heat between them intensified. "Yes, I will."
With a swift, fluid motion, Miranda pushed Andrea's pants down to her ankles, her hands steady as she guided her wife toward the edge of the bed. The soft silk of Miranda's robe brushed against Andrea's skin as she pressed her down onto the mattress, her hands firm but gentle.
"Lay back," Miranda whispered, her voice filled with quiet command. "I want to see you."
Andrea complied, her breath coming in short gasps as she lay back on the bed, her eyes wide with anticipation. Miranda stood above her for a moment, her gaze sweeping over Andrea's body, taking in every curve, every line. The hunger in her eyes was unmistakable.
Slowly, deliberately, Miranda shrugged off her robe, letting it fall to the floor in a soft heap. Andrea's breath hitched as her eyes traveled down Miranda's body, her heart racing as she took in the sight of her wife standing there, completely naked, her cock already hard and thick with desire.
Miranda's eyes darkened as she climbed onto the bed, her body pressing against Andrea's as she leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, heated kiss. "I've been thinking about this all night," she whispered against Andrea's lips, her voice low and filled with need. "About how I'm going to fill you up… how I'm going to make you mine again."
Andrea moaned softly, her hands sliding up Miranda's back, pulling her closer as their bodies pressed together, the heat between them building with every passing second. "Miranda…" she gasped, her voice trembling with both excitement and anticipation. "I want you… I want this…"
Miranda smiled, her lips brushing against Andrea's ear as her hand slid down between them, her fingers teasing the slick heat between Andrea's thighs. "You're going to take all of me," she whispered, her voice dark and filled with promise. "Every inch."
Andrea's breath hitched as she felt Miranda's fingers slip inside her, her body arching off the bed as the sensation overwhelmed her. Miranda's touch was slow, deliberate, teasing, and it was driving Andrea mad with need. She wanted more—needed more.
Miranda's cock pressed against Andrea's thigh, hard and insistent, as her fingers moved in slow, torturous strokes inside her wife, drawing out every last bit of anticipation. "You're going to come for me," Miranda murmured, her voice thick with desire. "But not yet."
Andrea whimpered, her hips rocking against Miranda's hand, desperate for more, for release. "Please…" she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Miranda… I need you…"
Miranda smirked, her fingers curling inside Andrea as she leaned down, pressing her lips to her wife's ear. "You'll get me," she whispered, her breath hot against Andrea's skin. "But only when I'm ready."
With that, Miranda pulled her fingers out, leaving Andrea trembling and breathless on the bed, her body aching with need. She climbed off the bed, standing at the edge as she gazed down at Andrea, her cock throbbing with anticipation. "Turn over," Miranda commanded softly, her voice filled with authority. "I want you on your hands and knees."
Miranda stood at the edge of the bed, her eyes dark and filled with a burning hunger as she watched Andrea slowly turn over, her body trembling with anticipation. The sight of her wife on her hands and knees, exposed and vulnerable, sent a surge of heat through Miranda's veins. This was exactly what she wanted—what she needed. To take Andrea, to fill her, to make her body swell with the life they would create together.
Miranda climbed onto the bed, her hands gliding over Andrea's hips as she positioned herself behind her. She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of Andrea's back before trailing her lips upward, her breath hot against her skin.
"You're going to look so beautiful carrying my baby," Miranda whispered, her voice low and filled with desire. "So full… swollen with my seed."
Andrea's breath hitched, her heart racing at the intensity in Miranda's voice. She had always known that Miranda had a breeding kink, but hearing her say it like this, in this moment, sent a wave of heat crashing through her. Her body ached for Miranda, for the fulfillment of this primal need between them.
Miranda's hands slid up Andrea's back, her fingers brushing lightly over her skin as she positioned herself, the tip of her cock pressing against Andrea's entrance. "I'm going to fill you up, darling," she murmured, her voice dark with promise. "I'm going to make sure you're full of me… full of my cum… until you're carrying our child."
Andrea moaned softly, her hips rocking back against Miranda, desperate for more. "Please…" she gasped, her voice trembling. "I want it… I want you…"
With a slow, deliberate motion, Miranda pushed forward, her cock sliding inside Andrea inch by inch. The stretch was intense, and Andrea's breath came in shallow gasps as her body adjusted to the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Miranda didn't rush—she took her time, making sure Andrea felt every inch of her as she buried herself deep inside her.
"Do you feel that?" Miranda whispered, her voice soft but commanding as she gripped Andrea's hips, holding her steady. "Do you feel how deep I am inside you?"
Andrea's entire body trembled, her fingers gripping the sheets as she nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes… Miranda… I feel it…"
Miranda smiled darkly, her hands tightening on Andrea's hips as she pulled back slightly, only to thrust forward again, this time with more force. The movement sent a shockwave of pleasure through Andrea's body, her breath catching in her throat as Miranda set a slow, steady rhythm.
"I'm going to fill you," Miranda murmured, her voice low and filled with quiet intensity. "I'm going to pump you full of my cum… over and over again… until you're swollen with it."
Andrea's breath came in short, ragged bursts as she rocked her hips back against Miranda, her body trembling with the force of her need. Every thrust, every movement sent her closer and closer to the edge, but Miranda wasn't rushing—she was taking her time, drawing out the moment, savoring every second.
"You're going to look so beautiful with my baby growing inside you," Miranda continued, her voice growing darker, more commanding with each word. "Your body changing, your belly swelling… knowing that I put that life inside you."
Andrea whimpered, her entire body trembling as Miranda's words washed over her, each one sending a fresh wave of heat through her. The idea of being filled, of being taken so completely by Miranda, was almost too much to bear.
"Please…" Andrea gasped, her voice breaking. "Miranda, I need more…"
Miranda's grip on her hips tightened, her thrusts growing harder, deeper, as she leaned down, her lips brushing against Andrea's ear. "I'm going to fill you up," she growled, her voice thick with need. "You're going to take every drop of me… until you're swollen with my seed."
Andrea's body shuddered violently, her hips rocking back to meet each of Miranda's thrusts, the pleasure building inside her to a fever pitch. Miranda's cock filled her so completely, the steady rhythm of their bodies moving together driving her closer and closer to the edge.
"You're going to come for me," Miranda whispered, her breath hot against Andrea's ear. "You're going to come knowing that I'm going to fill you up… knowing that I'm going to make you mine again."
Andrea's breath hitched, her entire body trembling as she teetered on the brink of release. The heat between them was overwhelming, the primal need to be filled, to be taken, consuming her completely.
"Say it," Miranda commanded, her voice dark and filled with authority. "Tell me you want my baby."
Andrea's voice broke as she gasped, her body shaking with need. "I want it… I want your baby… please, Miranda…"
Miranda's pace quickened, her cock thrusting deep inside Andrea as she chased her own release, her hands gripping Andrea's hips with an almost desperate need. "You're going to take all of me," she growled, her voice rough with desire. "Every last drop."
The words sent a shockwave through Andrea's body, and with a sharp cry, she came, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her hips bucked wildly against Miranda, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as her orgasm tore through her.
But Miranda wasn't done.
Even as Andrea's body trembled beneath her, Miranda continued to move, her thrusts becoming more erratic, more urgent, as she pushed closer to her own release. "You're mine," Miranda growled, her voice thick with need. "All mine…"
With a final, powerful thrust, Miranda groaned, her body tensing as she buried herself deep inside Andrea, her cock throbbing as she released inside her. She held Andrea close, her hips grinding against her as she filled her with her cum, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she rode out every wave of her release.
For a long moment, the room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the intensity of what had just happened slowly dissipating as they both came down from the overwhelming heat of the moment. Miranda stayed inside Andrea, her cock still buried deep within her as she pressed soft kisses to her back, her hands gentle now as she soothed her wife's trembling body.
"You did so well," Miranda whispered, her voice soft and filled with quiet affection as she gently pulled out, her cock slick with their combined arousal. "You're going to be perfect."
Andrea's breath came in shallow bursts as she lay back on the bed, her body spent but completely satisfied. "I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with quiet contentment.
Miranda smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Andrea's shoulder as she pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her in a gentle embrace. "I love you too," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth. "And I can't wait to see you carrying our child again."