Eileen kissed Ty's head and slowly pulled out of the young woman, his esperma oozing from her creampied pussy. She was quickly growing to love using words in Eileen's native language to describe the acts they partook in- it felt both like it made him more alien to her, reminding her he came from a different place to her, and more entwined with her, as she grew to understand his language and obviously bequeathed his offspring.
"...Ty?" The young woman's attention was gotten by her lover snapping his fingers above her face. "I wanna check something with you before you birth this litter."
"Mmhm?" Ty replied hazily.
"Are you really sure you don't mind me, like, wiping away your old identity?"
"Yes!" Ty assured him. "I hate the scrawny boy I was, I never could've felt as good as I do now if I were him." She wished to know words in Portuguese to convey what she felt to Eileen. "I love that I got castrado and fecundado, and made the mãe to your ninhada."
Eileen grinned, his hesitance clearly waning, and said, "you really are serious about this, huh, Paixão?" Ty nodded in agreement. "I guess if you're gonna use my tongue to tell me what you want, so will I." She shivered in anticipation as the Brazilian DILF leaned into her ear and whispered, "Nascimento meus filhos, Paixão."
Ty gasped, her body accepting his demand instantly and the fertilized eggs inside her developing into fetuses. They moved around within her body more enthusiastically, as if they sensed their papai and wished to be birthed into the world with him.
Eileen moved away from her and his dark hands stroked her soft belly. "You're so perfect now you've been acoplado," he said. "The little American boy you were would never have made a father, or even a man- we both know he had to be emasculado."
"S-si," Ty agreed as she felt his bebęs caboclos continue to writhe inside her.
"As soon as he saw this thick dark pau," Eileen continued, "he realized he must turn to she- and ele must make her ela."
Ty nodded and her eyes were glued to Eileen's hard manhood. She decided not to speak a word of English until these babies were birthed. "Eu son dele," she said. She was his.
"His cock shrank away to form dela xoxota..." Ty whimpered as his fingers stroked her clit and slit, and he kissed her pregnant belly. "...and um útero developed inside her to carry the ninhadas de seu pino..." She blushed at Eileen calling himself a 'pino', a stud, but the word fit him well. "...and on his chest grew seus seios for her to feed seus bebęs."
The young woman felt overwhelmed with how Eileen had described her body, having him call her by his language's terms felt like getting transformed all over again. "E... E seu pino a acasalou," she continued. And his stud mated her.
"Si, and as she was mated, ele fez dela sua," Eileen continued. He made her his. "When his pau filled her vagina, it became dela xoxota. When he played with her breasts, he made them seus seios. When he pumped dele ejaculaįão inside her, her womb turned to seu ventre. Seu esperma fertilized her ova, and engravidou dos bebęs caboclos."
Ty followed the DILF's words thanks to her wish, the languages entwined just as their bloodlines and offspring were. "V-vou engravidar de bebęs caboclos sem parar!" she proclaimed. She would get impregnated with caboclo babies endlessly!
Eileen kissed her passionately and smiled, "Of course, Paixão. Seu pino will criar the boy out of dela, and give seus bebęs caboclos countless irmãos." Her stud would breed the boy out of her- she kinda felt like he had, but having her papai mate her more to show her she was nothing like a man sounded fun. As for giving their children countless siblings, she loved the idea of that.
Ty felt the contractions starting inside her as her bebęs caboclos prepared to get birthed. "Minha bolsa estourou!" she gasped.
To her relief, Eileen understood she meant her water broke, and positioned himself between the young woman's legs. He instructed her to 'respirar, empurrar, respirar, empurrar'- breathe, push, breathe, push. It proved more comforting than Ty had been expecting, and soon her ninhada was nascido.
Once the bebęs were suckling at her breasts, she said breathlessly to Eileen, "That was so fucking nice."
"It really was," Eileen agreed. "I'm glad you can still speak English, by the way!" he laughed.
"Yeah," Ty grinned. "Sorry if I kinda went too far, I just really liked doing dirty talk in your language."
"No, don't worry," Eileen replied, kissing her forehead. "You were so hot."