Eileen took their ninhada of bebês caboclos off to sleep with their siblings, and once he returned to the room he got atop Ty yet again, who had wished her body back to virginal petiteness. His dark hands cupped her pale cheeks, and pulled the young woman into a lustful kiss which she eagerly returned. "I hope my pretty Paixão is prepared to get criado again by o esperma fértil de seu pino," he grinned.
Eileen shamelessly describing his fertile sperm in his language to Ty turned her on way more than she'd ever have guessed. She imagined how they swam inside his firm testicles, carrying within them his genes and bloodline, and how they ached to fertilize her eggs and intermingle him with her. Not to mention how she knew their offspring would be nurtured with the loving background of their father instead of the neglect their mother had endured. "I want to get knocked up with still more of our perfect babies," she breathed.
"Boa menina," Eileen said, planting a kiss on Ty's forehead and making her shiver. Si, she was his good girl! "Your power made you change from male to female..." His shaft rubbed against her stomach and crotch as a reminder of how it had done the reverse for him. "...but this pau escuro grosso is turning you from female to fêmea."
Ty whimpered longingly. Eileen's thick, dark cock had emasculated him, and just as clearly it was making her his woman. She was bearing his offspring and adopting his native language, and in exchange he pleasured her. "Getting to be fêmea for you feels amazing, papai," she smiled.
Eileen kissed her again and agreed, "So does getting to be malé for you, Paixão." He slid his hips downward so his pau rubbed along Ty's clit, reminding her how she had relinquished her masculinity to him, and his tip touched her moist lips. "I have a suggestion," he purred. "While my caralho is inside you... not a word of English, or I'll stop moving."
"Y-yes, daddy," Ty replied with a cheeky grin. This gave way to a loud moan as Eileen thrust hard into her, and his hips began to piston in and out of her firmly. "I tho-thought you said no E-English or you'd stop?" Ty said- and Eileen's hips stopped dead. Ty gasped and stared at him, flustered beyond measure. "P-papai... foda-me..." she begged.
To her relief, Eileen began to move again, but only slowly. "Fala sujo comigo, Paixão," he whispered. Talk dirty to him.
Ty wished to know some dirty stuff Eileen would like, and said it all. "Me derrube, garanhão," she grinned. "Bombeie cada gota do seu cum dentro de mim." Mate me, stud, pump every drop of your cum inside me.
Eileen's hips moved faster again at that, and she heard him pant, "Boa puta." Good bitch. "Minha virilidade dura vai encher sua feminilidade de bebês caboclos." My hard manhood will fill your womanhood with caboclo babies.
"S-si!" Ty moaned loudly. "Cria-me como um animal no cio!" Breed me like an animal in heat! "Quero engravidar e carregar sua ninhada!" I want to concieve and bear your litter!
A deep groan from Eileen told Ty his peak was close. "O-ovular para mim para que eu possa inseminar você," he demanded. Ovulate for me so I can inseminate you.
Ty showed them a vision of egg after egg emerging from her ovaries, eagerly awaiting her lover's seed. She also treated herself to a view of Eileen's colhões, pulsating with semen flowing and sperm preparing to seek the eggs inside her. This vision, along with Eileen's groans and pants into her ear, brought her to her peak and made her inner walls clench around his cock.
Her body's motions made him push as deep as he could into her and milked his nhanha into her womb, not moving an inch until he had finished peaking. She felt his colhões twitch and pulse against her as they released his descendência inside her.
Within Ty, the intertwined reproductive cells of their bodies were forming yet more crianças mistas. Seus incontáveis espermatozoides férteis surrouded each and every one of her eggs- actually, she felt like she could call them seus ovos- and fertilized them. They moved into place in her womb, and Ty became impregnated with a further litter.
As she kissed Eileen messily in the throes of pleasure, Ty heard herself thinking something in his language over and over.
"Você foi castrado. Você foi feminizada. Você foi acasalado. Você engravidou de bebês caboclos."
You've been castrated. You've been feminized. You've been mated. You've been made pregnant with caboclo babies.
She knew it to be true, and hoped it would never stop.