Free Battle For The Womb by Chelsea Chaynes

 
    Revolution, Evolution

    Veronica grasped Quinn’s back as he penetrated her
silken flesh, her nails digging into his skin, all but drawing
blood. She couldn’t help it, it was impulse and that impulse was
scratched into his back like a tattoo.
     
    Veronica gave herself to him, both inside and out,
mentally and physically. It was love; an all encompassing, soul
devouring love that set fire to their lives like a meteorite
streaking through the sky.
     
    “I love it when you are inside of me,” she said,
whispering into his ears as he moaned, her tight pussy grasping him
like a vice. This only made him work harder and thrust deeper,
loving every bit of friction he could get.
     
    Her toes curled with each divine thrust of his
pelvis, it was a pleasure that only he could provide her, all other
men in her past paling in comparison. His manly presence was around
her, inside of her. She felt helpless underneath his rock hard body
and wished she could stay their forever.
     
    She squeezed him, bringing him closer, tighter,
feeling his sweat drenched body press against her breasts. Her
hard, taught nipples beamed with pleasure at every stroke.
     
    “Veronica my love, I’m gunna cum, I’m gunna cum
inside you,” he said.
     
    “Ok, baby, do it, I want you to, I want to feel your
cum in me,” she said.
     
    Veronica felt his cock getting bigger and harder as a
crescendo pleasure made its way through his body. He moaned out of
control as a burst of warm fluid exploded inside of her, streaking
into her womb like shooting star. She loved this feeling, but she
loved the promise of it more.
     
    A family, soon enough they would have one.
     
    But those were just memories now, fleeting neuronal
impulses that fired in an attempt to grasp at the past, only to
find at present an empty physical and emotional void.
     
    It was the year 2169, the human race was dealing with
the effects of exponential technological advancement; most
recently, the discovery of interstellar travel had transformed the
power structure of the global economy causing rapid societal and
political change.
     
    Able-bodied men headed into space, lured by the
promise of the quadrillion dollar Outer-Earth mining industry,
leaving a void of virility and power on Earth. Trips into space
were long and arduous, the work of mining ore on distant planets a
brutal and punishing task, but it was rewarding. With the right
mineral claim men could become billionaires over-night. It made the
gold rush pale in comparison.
     
    Most men left semen samples with cryogenic banks
before taking to the stars; afraid they would never come back,
leaving their future heirs and beneficiaries without a claim to
their prospective fortunes. This created a boom for fertility
doctors who were called on to seed the wombs of earthly women.
     
    It became commonplace for women to forgo men
completely and raise families on their own; this was the desire of
Veronica Bell, whose own husband, Quinn Pace, disappeared near the
Oort cloud not more than four years ago in what the US government
claimed was a mining accident; he vanished without a trace,
something Veronica had always found suspicious given how far
advanced space technology had become.
     
    She hoped he was still alive, somewhere, but she knew
the odds were stacked against her and relied on her memories of
their time together to get her by, but even they began to fade.
     
    After his disappearance she moved out of the city and
sought solitude in one of the few rural farming communities still
in existence.
     
    Veronica looked upward at the pinpoints of light in
the sky from her balcony; a view like this wasn’t possible in the
city. Weighing most heavily on her mind was her empty, barren womb
which refused to sprout even the smallest embryo, refractory to the
advances of medical science.
     
    Veronica’s physician, Dr. Raul Martinez, was world
renowned at treating even the most stubborn of wombs. She often
thought, “If he can’t