Seed of Deceit (Rhian Sugden)

[Ellessio]

Disclaimer: This did not happen. Fantasy is legal.

Codes: MF, Oral, Creampie

Seed of Deceit

In the quiet town of Wilmslow, Cheshire, a lonely dog barked into the night. The streetlamps cast a soft glow over the well-manicured lawns, each house a silent testament to the dreams held within. Inside one such house, Rhian lay in bed, her mind racing with thoughts that had haunted her for years.

"Ollie," she called out, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Could you come here for a minute?"

Her husband  emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes searched hers for any sign of distress. "What's wrong, love?" he asked, his voice cloaked with concern.

Rhian took a deep breath, her heart hammering in her chest. "I... I need to talk to you about something important," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Oliver's brow furrowed as he approached the bed, the warmth of the towel clinging to his toned body. "You're scaring me, love." he said, his hand reaching out to comfort her.

Rhian swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving his. "You know how much we've been trying," she began, her voice shaking. "The doctors, the treatments..."

Oliver nodded solemnly, his gaze never wavering from hers. "We've been through this, Rhian. We're doing everything we can."

Her eyes filled with tears as she spoke. "I know, I know. But what if... what if there's another way?"

Oliver sat down beside her, his hand finding hers. "What are you talking about?"

Rhian took a deep breath, the words she was about to say feeling like a boulder in her throat. "What if we asked David to help us?"

Oliver's hand froze mid-air, the name of his best friend hanging in the space between them. His expression shifted from concern to confusion, then to shock. "David?" he repeated, his voice hoarse.

"Think about it," Rhian urged, her eyes pleading. "He's like you, Oliver. We could keep it a secret. For us, for our family..."

Oliver stared at her, his mind racing with questions and fears. "Rhi, that's... that's a big ask," he finally managed to say, his voice strained.

"I know," she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "But he's your best friend, and he looks just like you. No one would ever know."

Oliver remained silent for a moment, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The room felt suffocatingly small as he contemplated the possibility. His mind raced with images of David, the man who had been there for him through thick and thin, the man who could potentially give them the child they so desperately wanted.

"What are you suggesting?" he asked, his voice low and measured.

Rhian took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Oliver's. "I'm suggesting that he... that he..."

Oliver's face paled as understanding dawned on him. "You want him to... to what, exactly?"

Rhian bit her lip, the tears threatening to spill over. "To impregnate me," she said softly.

Oliver's eyes widened, his grip on her hand tightening. "You want me to ask David to... to sleep with you?" he said, the words barely audible.

Rhian nodded, her gaze never wavering. "For us," she whispered. "For our future family."

Oliver looked away, his mind reeling. He knew Rhian had been through hell with the failed IVF treatments, the countless appointments, the painful injections, and the emotional rollercoaster that came with each failed attempt. The thought of asking his best friend to do something so intimate, so personal, filled him with dread. But he also knew the depth of her longing, the ache in her heart for a child of their own.

"No, I can't do it Rhi." he finally said, his voice filled with pain. "It's not right."

Rhian's eyes searched his, desperation clinging to every word. "Oliver, please," she begged. "We've tried everything else. This could be our last hope."

"There's still a chance with IVF." he said, his voice weak, hoping she'd see reason.

"We've exhausted every option," she replied, her voice firm. "How many more times do we need to fail?"

Oliver sighed heavily, the weight of her words settling on his shoulders. "But what about us?" he asked, his voice cracking. "What about our relationship?"

"It's just sex, Ollie." she said, her voice low and earnest. "It's not about love or betrayal. It's about creating a life, a child that we can both love and raise together."

Oliver looked at her, his heart torn. He knew she wasn't asking for this lightly. He could see the pain and desperation etched into her beautiful face.

"I need some time to think," he said, his voice heavy.

Rhian nodded, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I understand," she whispered.

But Rhian knew what she had to do, whether Oliver wanted to or not. She knew that David was her only real chance. So when Oliver gave her his answer a few days later, that he did not want to involve David, Rhian knew she had to approach him herself.

The sun was setting as she knocked on David's door, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawn. The door opened to reveal her husband's best friend, looking surprised but concerned.

"Rhian?" David said, his eyes searching hers. "Is everything okay?"

Rhian took a step forward, her heels clicking on the tiles. "Can I come in?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

David nodded, stepping aside to let her in. He closed the door behind her, his eyes never leaving hers. "What's going on?" he asked, his tone gentle.

Rhian took a deep breath, her heart racing. "I need to talk to you about something," she began, her voice shaking. "It's about... it's about Oliver and me."

David looked at her, his eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. "Has something happened?"

Rhian took a deep breath, her hand gripping the edge of the chair for support. "No, it's about... having a baby," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

David's expression shifted from curiosity to shock. "What do you mean?" he asked, his eyes searching hers for any hint of a misunderstanding.

Rhian took a deep breath, her voice quivering. "Oliver... he can't. We can't We've tried everything, David. Everything. You know how much we've tried IVF, how much time we've spent at doctors and specialists. It's just not happening for us."

David's face fell, his eyes filled with empathy for his friend's pain. "Oh, Rhian, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"It's not a lot to ask, you know?" Rhian continued, her voice trembling. "But we've been through so much, and I just can't bear the thought of not holding a baby in my arms."

David's heart sank, understanding the gravity of the situation. He looked at her, his own eyes brimming with tears. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rhian stepped closer, her eyes boring into his. "I want you give me a baby," she said, her voice shaking. "I know it's a lot to ask, but you're the only one who can make this happen."

David stared at her, the words echoing in his head. "But, Rhian, that's... that's not right," he stammered, his thoughts racing. "Ollie is my best friend."

Rhian stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. "I know, David. I know it's a lot to ask, but you're the only one who can help us. You look just like him, no one would ever know." Her voice was soft, but firm. "Please, think about it. For me, for Oliver, for our future family. Please help me."

David felt a lump form in his throat as he took in her desperate plea. He knew how much this meant to her, to them both. He had seen the pain in Oliver's eyes every time they talked about their failed attempts, the sadness that lingered in the silence of their unspoken hopes.

"I need you to understand," Rhian continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't about betrayal or love. It's about creating a life, a child that Ollie and I can both love and raise together."

David's mind raced with the implications of her request. The line between friendship and this uncharted territory was blurred. "But what about Ollie?" he managed to ask, his voice strained.

"He doesn't know, I'm here. And he doesn't need to know." Rhian whispered, her eyes pleading. "Please, David. I need this. We need this."

David felt his stomach churn, his thoughts in disarray. The room felt like it was closing in on him as the reality of what she was asking sank in.

"Rhian, this is crazy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What you're asking..."

Rhian stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm gently. "I know it's a lot, David. But I can't go on like this. I need to hold a baby in my arms, to feel that connection, that love. And you're the only one who can give us that chance."

David's eyes searched hers, the gravity of her words weighing on him like a ton of bricks. He could see the desperation in her gaze, the pain that had been her constant companion for so long. He took a deep breath, his mind racing.

"I... I don't know if I can do this," he finally said, his voice shaking. "It's too much."

Rhian stepped closer, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and desperation. "Please, David," she whispered, her hand moving to cup his cheek. "I know it's a lot to ask, but we've been through so much. We've tried everything, and this is our last hope."

David's eyes searched hers, torn between his loyalty to Oliver and the pain he saw in Rhian's gaze. He knew he couldn't bear to see her hurt any more than she already was.

"But what if it doesn't work?" he asked, his voice filled with doubt.

Rhian's eyes searched his, her desperation palpable. "Then we'll deal with that when it comes," she said firmly. "But we have to try."

"And it may take more than one time to get it to work, Rhi?" he asked, his voice trembling. "We may have to, you know, try a few times. Can you do that to Ollie? Really?"

Rhian took a step closer, her hand sliding down to his chest. "For the chance to hold my own baby, yes.," she said, her heart racing.

David felt his resolve crumbling. He had never seen Rhian so desperate, so raw. He knew he couldn't bear to see her go through any more pain. He took a deep breath, his mind racing with the consequences of his decision.

"Okay," he said finally, his voice cracking. "I'll do it."

Rhian's eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting in their depths. "Really?" she asked, her voice trembling.

David nodded slowly, his throat dry. "But we have to keep this between us," he said firmly. "Oliver can never know."

Rhian nodded, her eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Thank you so much."

David swallowed hard, the gravity of what he had just agreed to weighing heavily on his conscience. He took a step back, trying to compose himself. "We should, uh, talk more about this," he said, his voice still trembling.

Rhian nodded, her hand dropping to her side. "Of course," she said, her eyes never leaving his.

David felt his heart pound in his chest as the reality of their situation sank in. He had just agreed to sleep with his best friend's wife, to impregnate her and potentially start a family with her. It was a line he never thought he would cross, but the pain in Rhian's eyes had been too much to ignore.

"Let's sit down," he suggested, leading her to the couch. His mind raced with the implications of their conversation.

They sat down, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. Rhian's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of regret or hesitation.

"I know this isn't easy for you," she said softly. "But I truly believe this is the right thing for us to do."

David took a deep breath, trying to push aside the conflicting emotions that warred within him.

"Okay," he said, his voice firm. "Let's talk about the details."

Rhian's eyes lit up with relief, and she leaned in closer. "We can start tonight, if you're comfortable," she said, her voice low and seductive. "My fertility window is open, and we should take advantage of it."

"Oh shit, Rhi!" he gasped, the suddenness of her proposal hitting him like a freight train. "Tonight? Are you sure?"

Her nod was resolute, the desperation in her eyes unwavering. "I've been tracking it," she said, her voice steady. "The chances are best now."

David's mind was racing. He had to admit, he found Rhian incredibly attractive, and the idea of being with her wasn't entirely unpleasant. But the guilt of betraying his best friend was a heavy burden to bear. He took a deep breath, trying to push aside his fears and focus on the task at hand.

"Okay," he said, his voice a little shaky.

Rhian slid up closer to him, placing her hand in his and giving it a squeeze. She leaned in and grazed his lips with hers.

"Thank you," she murmured, her breath warm and sweet.

David felt his heart racing as he returned the kiss, his mind swirling with a mix of fear and arousal. As their kiss deepened, Rhian's hand slid up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He felt the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body pressing against his. His hand moved to her waist, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress under his fingertips.

They broke apart, panting slightly, the air between them charged with tension. Rhian looked up at him, her eyes filled with a fierce determination. "Let's go to bed." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

David nodded, his heart racing as he followed her upstairs. The walls felt like they were closing in on him, the weight of his decision pressing down on his shoulders. But he couldn't deny the spark of excitement that had ignited within him at the touch of her lips.

The bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the setting sun at bay. Rhian turned to face him, her eyes filled with a mix of hope and anticipation. She began to unbutton her dress, revealing the lacy lingerie beneath. David's breath hitched in his throat as he took in the sight of her, so much like yet so different from the countless times he had imagined this moment.

Her dress slipped to the floor, pooling around her ankles. She stepped closer to him, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. David's hands trembled as he reached out to touch her, his mind racing with the implications of what they were about to do. He knew he had to push aside his guilt, his friendship with Oliver, and focus on the woman standing before him.

Rhian's skin was soft and warm under his fingertips, her eyes locked on his as she guided his hand to her breasts. He felt them swell in his palm, her small nipples hardening as he gently squeezed. A soft moan escaped her lips, and he felt his body respond, his cock growing hard.

He leaned in and kissed her again, his hands moving to unclasp her bra, letting her incredible breasts fall free. He took one in his mouth, sucking and teasing her nipple, feeling her body shiver with pleasure. Her hands were on his chest now, pushing his shirt up, her nails scraping lightly against his skin.

The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the rustle of fabric as they shed their clothes. The air was thick with a mix of tension and desire, the gravity of their decision seemingly forgotten in the heat of the moment.

David's mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a path of kisses as he went. Rhian's skin was like silk under his lips, her pulse racing as his hands explored her body. He felt the weight of his decision, but the desperation in her eyes had etched itself into his mind, driving him forward.

Her hands found his belt, deftly unbuckling it and pushing his trousers down. His large, thick cock sprang free, already hard with need. Rhian's eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of him, but instead of shying away, she stepped closer, her hand wrapping around him. She stroked him gently, her touch sending shockwaves through his body. Kissing his chest, she knelt down and took him in her mouth.

David's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth surrounding him. He had never been so turned on, so lost in the moment. The guilt was still there, a constant whisper in the back of his mind, but the need to give her what she wanted, to help her, was stronger. He fondled her breasts as she sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the tip of his cock.

With a final groan, he pulled away, his cock aching with need. He reached for her, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed. They tumbled onto the soft mattress, their limbs entangled. Rhian's legs wrapped around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer. He could feel her wetness, her readiness, and the thought of being inside her was almost too much to bear.

He kissed her deeply, his hands exploring her body, tracing the curves of her waist and the fullness of her hips. Rhian's fingers danced over his chest, her nails scraping lightly, sending shivers down his spine. Her legs parted, inviting him in, and David could feel the heat emanating from her core. He guided his cock to her entrance and slowly pushed himself inside.

Her gasp was a mix of pleasure and pain, her eyes never leaving his. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust to his size. Then, with a gentle nod, she urged him to continue. He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, savouring the feeling of her tightness around him. Rhian's fingers dug into his back as she met his thrusts, her body arching off the bed in silent plea for more.

David's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but the physical sensation of being inside her was too intense to ignore. He felt the tension in her body build with every stroke, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. He knew she was close, her muscles tightening around him, her hips rising to meet his every movement.

With a final, desperate thrust, Rhian cried out, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. David watched her face, feeling a strange sense of triumph and despair mingle within him. He kept thrusting into her, his own orgasm building. He couldn't ignore the fact that he was fucking his best friend's wife, but the need to satisfy her, to give her what she so desperately wanted, was overwhelming.

Her legs tightened around him, her heels digging into his back as she rode the waves of pleasure. David could feel the tension in her body start to ease, her breathing slowing down to something resembling normal. He kissed her neck, her ear, whispering sweet nothings to her as he continued to move within her.

"Oliver will never know," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. "This is just between us."

He continued to fuck her, his orgasm growing closer by the second. Rhian's legs trembled around him, her breathing shallow as she whispered,

"Come in me, David."

Her words were a siren's call, echoing through the fog of his thoughts. He felt the pressure building, the heat coiling in his balls. He picked up his pace, the friction driving him wild. Rhian's moans grew louder, her body responding to his every move.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the slap of flesh on flesh, the wetness of her pussy, the sigh of the bed. It was a symphony of passion and deceit that only the two of them could hear. David's body was a taut bowstring, ready to snap at any moment. He felt the crescendo building within him, the culmination of a desire that had been simmering for years. He knew he was about to come, and with it, the reality of his actions would come crashing down.

He thrust into her one final time, burying his cock deep within her as he released. The warmth of his seed filled her, mixing with the wetness of her own desire. He groaned into her neck, the tension draining from his body as he collapsed onto her, his heart hammering in his chest.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing, the scent of their mingled arousal in the air. Then, slowly, the weight of what they had done began to settle on David's shoulders. He pulled out, his cock still semi-hard, and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

Rhian propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at him with a soft smile. She brushed a strand of hair from his forehead, her eyes filled with something that looked like love.

"Thank you," she whispered again, her voice a sweet caress. "I know this wasn't easy for you."

David didn't respond, his mind racing with the gravity of what they'd just done. He reached for her hand, entwining their fingers, needing some semblance of connection amidst the turmoil. The room felt cold now, the heat of their passion dissipating into the night air.

"You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Rhian nodded, her smile never wavering. "We're doing this for Oliver," she assured him, stroking his chest with her free hand. "For our family."

David took a deep breath, trying to convince himself that she was right. That this was about giving Oliver what he couldn't. He swallowed hard, his heart aching with the weight of his decision. "We have to keep this between us," he said, his voice firm. "Oliver can never know."

Rhian nodded solemnly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I promise," she whispered. "This is just for us, for our future."

They lay there in silence for a few moments, their bodies still entwined, the gravity of their actions hanging heavy in the air. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, Rhian pushed herself up and slid off the bed. She walked over to the en suite bathroom, her naked form casting a soft glow in the dim light. David watched her go, his mind racing with thoughts of what they had just done.

He sat up, running his hand through his hair, feeling the sweat on his forehead. He couldn't believe he had crossed that line, but he also couldn't deny the deep connection he felt with Rhian in that moment. It was more than just a desperate attempt to help her conceive; it was a raw, primal need that had been building for years.

David could hear the sound of running water, and took a deep breath and got off the bed, his legs feeling wobbly. He walked over to the door, and saw her testing the heat of the water, before standing under it. She turned and saw him staring, and smiled.

"You okay?" she asked, her voice echoing slightly in the tiled room.

David nodded, though the doubt was clear in his eyes. "Yeah," he lied, trying to push down the tumultuous feelings.

"Good," Rhian said with a reassuring smile. She stepped into the shower, the water cascading down her body, washing away the evidence of their union. David couldn't help but watch her, the sight of her naked form sending a fresh wave of arousal through him.

He quickly followed her into the shower, the hot water a stark contrast to the cold reality of their situation. They stood under the spray, not touching, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Rhian reached for the soap, her hands trembling slightly. David took it from her, his eyes never leaving hers as he began to wash her body, his touch gentle yet firm.

He started with her shoulders, his hands moving in slow circles, working their way down her arms. Each caress was a silent apology, a promise to carry the weight of their secret. Her skin was soft under his touch, her curves begging for more than just the cleanse of soap and water. He couldn't help but feel the connection deepen as he washed her, the intimacy of the act speaking louder than any words could. And as he washed her, his cock began to twitch back to life.

Rhian turned to face him, her eyes searching his. He could see the question in them, the silent plea for reassurance. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her, the lingering flavour of their passion. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, her body pressing against his. The soap slipped from his hands, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

The water pounded down on them, steam filling the small space as their bodies tangled together once more. David's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, sliding down to her hips. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed her against the cold tiles. She gasped into his mouth as he entered her again, the water making her slick and ready for him.

Their passion was insatiable, driven by a mix of lust and the need to erase the lines they had just crossed. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed in the shower, mingling with the hiss of the water and their muffled cries of pleasure. It was an erotic dance, a silent pact to indulge in the forbidden.

David's hands gripped her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place, his cock driving into her with a ferocity that surprised them both. Rhian's nails raked down his back, leaving trails of red that stood out against his pale skin. Her legs tightened around him, urging him deeper, her mouth a silent scream of ecstasy.

They fucked under the water, their bodies slick and slippery, the steam rising around them like a cloud of guilt. David's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, a tornado of doubt and desire. He knew this was wrong, that he was betraying his best friend, but he couldn't stop. The feel of Rhian's body, the sound of her moans, it was all too much to resist.

Her hands roamed his body, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, the curves of his back. She felt like home, like a warm embrace that he hadn't felt in a long time. And as he pounded into her, he couldn't help but wonder if this was what it felt like to truly belong to someone.

The water grew hotter, the steam thicker, as their bodies moved in a silent symphony of passion. They were lost in each other, the world outside the shower a distant memory. The only sounds were their gasps and moans, the slap of skin on skin, the rush of the water.

Rhian's eyes were closed, her head thrown back, as David's hands explored her body. His cock was a relentless force, filling her completely, claiming her in a way she hadn't felt in years. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him closer, her heels digging into the small of his back as she climbed higher and higher towards another peak.

The water beat down on them, a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. The heat of the shower was almost too much, the steam making it hard to breathe, but they didn't care. They were in their own world, a bubble of passion that had been years in the making.

David's hand slid down to her clit, his thumb making circles as he fucked her. Rhian's eyes snapped open, meeting his with a fierce intensity. She could see the conflict in his gaze, the guilt warring with the desire, and it only made her want him more. She moaned, her body trembling as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm.

"Don't stop," she begged, her voice thick with need. "Please, don't stop."

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through David, and he increased his pace, driving into her with a relentless fervour. He could feel his orgasm building again, his balls tightening with the promise of release. He rubbed her clit faster, feeling her body tense around him.

Rhian's moans grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she reached for the shower head, her fingers gripping it tightly. The water beat down on their faces, mixing with their sweat and the tears that now slid down her cheeks. David's heart ached at the sight, but he knew they were too far gone to turn back now.

With a final, powerful thrust, he felt her body convulse around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She screamed out his name, her nails digging into his skin as she came, her pussy pulsing with each wave of pleasure. It was all he needed, the dam bursting as he climaxed deep inside her once more.

She felt his cum, the seed of life, fill her once again, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, knowing that she had just been inseminated by her husband's best friend. But the feeling of David's strong arms around her, his gentle kisses on her neck, and the warmth of his embrace made her feel alive, like she had been reborn in the warm embrace of the shower.

The water grew cold, a stark reminder of the reality that awaited them outside the steamy cocoon. They slowly pulled apart, their bodies now clean of sweat and soap. Rhian looked into David's eyes, searching for any sign of regret, but instead found something else entirely - a look of determination, a silent promise that he would not back out of this.

They dried off, not talking to each other as they were both lost in thought. Rhian turned to him and finally spoke.

"I have to go, David." she sighed, her voice trembling slightly. "Ollie will be home soon."

He nodded, wrapping the towel around his waist, the fabric sticking to his skin. "What happens now?"

"I'll take a test in a few days and see what the results are." she shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. But the hope in her voice was unmistakable. "If it's positive, we'll deal with the rest together."

"And if it's not?" he asked, the question hanging in the air like the mist from the shower.

Rhian took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the floor. "We'll need to keep trying," she said, her voice determined. "As long as it takes."

David nodded, the gravity of their situation sinking in.

He knew deep down he had just made a deal with the devil.