When you wake, your lover is trying to turn you over, an idea that meets with moderate approval on your part, until you realize just what he has in mind. But by then it is too late. You have already allowed him to get behind you and your wiggling and resistance only delays the inevitable. All too soon, he is in position.

At least he is a little gentle as he introduces you to anal sex. You think he could have been even more so, but you have to admit he could rammed in a lot harder. He seems to at least made an effort not to push too painfully.
Of course, you didn't want him to push at all, but your opinion has not been asked since you got in here.
Once again, he climaxes several times while you just endure his thrusts, but eventually his motions have an effect and you begin to be aroused, and finally go over the top. This is not enough for him, and he continues to abuse your backside. Again you feel the splash of his juices several times within you before your own body starts to answer. This time, he carefully times his own climax to match yours, and this time, the response is a massive one that explodes you into a thousand pieces. He may be affected just as much, but you are not conscious to be sure.

When you wake, you wonder if he has some program to train you into being his toy, usable on demand. If so, it seems to be working. When he transfers his staff to your damp heat, you assist in getting into position and make an effort to increase his pleasure. It is not too long before this is mutually rewarding, very rewarding, and you are once again knocked out.

Again you wake to find he is changing your position, this time to a 69, and where you last time, were mostly just willing, this time, you make a full effort to get in position, carefully wrapping your legs around him to use minimum space while keeping yourself within his easy reach.
His soldier is at attention in your face, and you slide your lips over it, and slide it down your throat. One of the advantages of being a vore is that you can devour every last inch of his member and with the end of your stroke, his balls are on your eyes. You pull back all the way to the tip, and then repeat the whole wonderful process.
He is not being idle. His tongue is diving into your depths, probing, and finding, your secret center. You rapidly build to yet another mind destroying climax. It is not your last, not even close.

As he continues to work his will on you, going thru just about every position you two can get into, you begin to realize you have got to have been doing this for days, maybe weeks. It's impossible to judge time in here. But the number of times he has entered you, for good amounts of time... It has got to add up quite a bit.
Perhaps more important, you realize you are completely at his beck and call. Gone is not only all resistance, but any reluctance as well. When he wants something, you do your best to provide it.

But now there is a sudden earthquake, or rather nurse-quake. With a "Time for you to come out", she gives birth to your lover, leaving you alone and crying "Wait! What about me?"