Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

A Memorable Weekend (Chuck)

A/N: A Memorable Weekend was originally a two-shot commission written from December of 2018 to January of 2019. Posting it up now as one piece for people to enjoy!

Summary: At the end of Chuck vs the Wookie, instead of backing down, Carina convinces Chuck into coming back to her hotel. Despite her intentions of seducing him, SHE ends up being seduced by his amazing cock and ends up being thoroughly satisfied throughout the weekend.

Themes: Rough Sex, Big Dick, Impregnation

-x-X-x-

"So, Chuck."

The moment he hears his name from her lips, Chuck Bartowski is on edge. How can he be anything but? Still, the DEA Agent has waited until the perfect moment, and it's just the two of them standing there when Chuck turns around and comes face to face with Carina Miller. She smiles at him as she saunters up, that sultry, seductive lilt to her grin that just… well, he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his heart pound.

"You were good today, you know. Phenomenal, even. I was glad to have you on my side."

"Uh… um… thanks?"

Carina's smile widens just a tad, as if she's sensing blood in the water. The analogy feels pretty apt, she's always come across as a bit of a predator to him… and Chuck has never thought of himself as much more than prey.

"No need to thank me for stating the facts. You know Chuck, if you're interested, we could go back to my hotel for a little… private debriefing of our own."

She's leaning forward as she says it and walking her fingers up the front of his shirt. The implications are obvious, and Chuck would be lying if he said he wasn't very, VERY tempted. Still, there's the general suspicion that always comes with something like this. Why would a beautiful woman like Carina want to be with a guy like him?

He already knew she was a DEA Agent, so it wasn't like she was trying to infiltrate his life or anything. Whatever ulterior motives she had, Chuck could tell they were distinctly personal. But that didn't make them any less potentially damaging, now did it?

"… Why?"

His blunt question actually takes Carina aback for a moment. She pulls away from him and blinks as she looks into his frowning face. When she doesn't immediately respond, Chuck presses on.

"Why me? Why come onto someone like me so aggressively?"

For a moment, Carina pauses. Then, the smile is back and she's as close as ever as she lets out a soft laugh.

"Well, you're sort of cuteish. But the real reason? I love taking what Sarah wants."

Chuck's eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he processes that.

"Wha- Sarah? No, Sarah doesn't want me!"

Smirking dangerously, inches from his face at this point, the beautiful brunette Agent looks past him for a moment, in the direction that Sarah had left in.

"Yeah… she probably doesn't know herself yet. But I do… and really, if she can't acknowledge what she wants from you, why should you have to keep waiting, huh? What do ya say, Chuck? I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore. I'm offering you all of THIS, no strings attached."

As Carina steps back and gestures at herself with her hand, Chuck's mouth goes absolutely dry, his mind running a hundred miles per minute. Because… isn't she right, in a way? The gorgeous femme fatale may not have Sarah pegged, though she certainly knows the other woman better than he does, probably. But even if Sarah is into him, which, fat chance, why SHOULD Chuck keep waiting and pass up a shot with one of the most beautiful women he'd ever met?

Fuck, especially if it was 'no strings attached'. This wasn't a date… this was a romp in the hay. And Chuck wasn't about to pass that up.

"S-Sure."

For a moment, Carina actually looks surprised. Then, her smile widens into a wicked grin and Chuck finds himself being led away, the beautiful woman wrapped around his arm.

"You continue to surprise, Chuck. Honestly, I'm really starting to like you."

-x-X-x-

Sitting on the end of the bed in Carina's hotel room, Chuck is starting to wonder if he's made a mistake. But then the door to the bathroom, which the DEA Agent had vanished through as soon as they'd entered, springs open and she walks out. Carina Miller… in nothing but lacy black lingerie. Chuck's mouth opens, and nothing comes out. He closes his jaw and then tries again, but still nothing comes out. Carina just laughs as she comes to a stop before him, striking a pose and showing off her beautiful curves and the way the lingerie hugs her pristine, gorgeous form just so.

"You'll catch flies like that, Chuck. But I'm glad you like what you see. Why don't you show me what I'm working with, huh?"

Swallowing thickly, Chuck reaches down and quickly unbuckles his belt. His button goes next, and then his zipper. He stands up and pulls down his pants and boxers, letting his cock free of its confines. His trouser-snake slaps the inside of his thigh as he does so, and Carina's eyes drift down to see his half-chub, only for her smile to freeze in place as Chuck stands there, showing off a rather LARGE member.

Not that Chuck Bartowski is aware that he's anything but average. He's never checked, never measured dick sizes with anyone or even googled such a thing. To be fair, a lot of it has to do with his first girlfriend, Jill. She'd never really gone out of her way to comment on his dick size, though of course she'd made great use of it while they were together. Chuck had just thought having sex that often and bringing his partner to multiple orgasms as much as he had, was common.

Carina though… Carina has rarely ever seen a cock so large before, and certainly not on a man as seemingly nerdy as Chuck Bartowski. On top of that, the DEA Agent quickly realizes he's not even fully hard. It's a blow to her confidence as she steps forward and pushes Chuck back onto the bed with one hand.

"What, Chuck? You almost don't look happy to see me?"

Blinking dumbly, the young man takes a moment to figure out what Carina means. When he realizes, he blushes and coughs.

"O-Oh, uh, sorry… it's not you, it's me. It always takes me a bit more to get it up. My… my ex used to start with head before we moved onto intercourse an-"

Carina places a finger against Chuck's lips to shut him up, shaking her head with a sigh.

"Don't ruin the mood, Chuck."

Falling into a crouch before the bed, the brunette femme fatale licks her lips as she takes hold of Chuck's dick with both hands. She can feel it throbbing and pulsating with heated arousal in her grasp, and as she strokes it, it does jump a little bit. But there's a LOT of meat for a LOT of blood to rush into and engorge, so Carina can understand why a little fellatio might be in order.

It wasn't what the agent had intended, but she leans forward all the same, planting a kiss on the head of Chuck's dick and then swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock. Slowly, she bobs up and down the first few inches of his behemoth of a member, watching with crossed eyes as it grows and expands and hardens in her grasp.

"F-Fuck, that's good…"

Chuck at least knows better than to try to grab her head. Instead, he clutches at the covers under him, his knuckles white as his fingers tighten around the fabric. Carina's fingers, on the other hand, have delved down her front and despite her desire to present an aloof, confident face, the DEA Agent finds herself dipping her digits under her lacy black panties and pressing them into her slit as she continues to suck on Chuck's cock, fingering herself all the while.

This wasn't the plan. But now here she is, crouched before Chuck Bartowski, sucking his dick and pistoning two digits in and out of her increasingly wet cunt. Carina doesn't allow this to continue forever though. After a few minutes, during which Chuck's massive schlong finally stops growing, the brunette pulls back and stands up, her fingers sliding out of her cunt at the same time as she straightens and stares down at Chuck for a long moment.

With a growl, the sexy DEA Agent reaches up and unfastens her bra, pulling that off and letting her sizable breasts bounce and jiggle free of their confines. Then, just as swiftly, she pulls off her panties and kicks them to the side.

"I want you inside of me, right fucking now."

Grabbing Chuck by his tie, Carina pulls him onto the bed with her. However, contrary to her original plans to make sure she stayed on top throughout the encounter, the beautiful femme fatale finds herself seduced by the massive member Chuck brings to the table… and a little intimidated by the idea of impaling herself on his cock, inch by inch.

Instead, she places herself on her hands and knees and looks back at Chuck where he's kneeling behind her, clearly unsure what to do next. Reaching back, Carina bites her lower lip and gives the well-hung man her best bedroom eyes as she spreads her pussy lips open from below with her fingers.

"Give it to me, big boy. Fucking give it to me. And don't half-ass it either. I'm not some porcelain doll!"

Chuck doesn't need to be told twice. In moments, he's in position behind Carina, holding her by the hips and pressing the head of his massive member against her wet slit. Now, with Jill she'd ALWAYS made him take it slow, at least to start. But with permission given, Chuck isn't about to disappoint. Holding on tight, the young man thrusts forward with all his might. Carina should have known better. She should have known she wasn't prepared for something like that.

As it is, the brunette femme fatale's back arches and her mouth opens in a silent scream as Chuck begins to rail into her right from the off-set. The silence part is the only reason he doesn't stop, and because he doesn't stop, Carina is quickly and mind-numbingly fucked into a powerful, explosive orgasm. The brunette finally lets out a shout, but its one of pleasure as she shakes and spasms along his length, her beautiful body bucking beneath him.

"FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Chuck still hasn't been told to stop, so he doesn't, not for nothing. Carina, too proud to ask for a break or for some mercy, ends up biting her tongue and bearing with it. This was not what she expected. This was not how she thought this would go. And yet, as Chuck takes her to pound town, as he rams into her from behind again and again and the DEA Agent eventually just has to lean forward and bite at the covers of the bed to silence the impending screams, she can't bring herself to hate it.

Its everything she didn't know she wanted, everything she didn't know she was missing. Sure, she was trying to get with Chuck because the sexual tension underlying his and Sarah's relationship was just too delicious not to muck about in. Sure, she'd seduced him here so that she could hold it over Sarah's head till the day she died. Even if the blonde never got her head out of her ass and actually did something about her feelings for the nerd, Carina would still have this as ammo to use against her.

But things were quickly evolving beyond the brunette's planned scope. This was not the intended outcome. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it so much! As she continues to gnaw at the covers and take the vicious, never-ending pounding from behind, Carina's eyes begin to roll back in her head and right then and there, the brunette comes to a simple conclusion. She's not about to let this well-hung stud in disguise go ANYWHERE.

In the same moment, Chuck lets out a shout and begins to cum inside of her without warning. Carina doesn't mind, the agency's birth control is top notch and the chance of there being unintended consequences is one in a million, possibly more. Instead of getting angry, she purrs and arches her back, even as she pulls up from the covers, wiggling about like a cat.

Chuck pulls out of her after a moment more, and Carina eagerly turns around, grabbing hold of his messy, fat cock before he can even fully crawl off the bed.

"Oh no you don't, handsome~"

Pulling it close, the brunette runs her tongue along one side of Chuck's member and then the other, tasting both herself and him on his length. Pulling back after a moment, Carina just gives the baffled man a sultry smirk.

"Did you think I was just going to let you go after THAT performance? I want more… and I think you do too, don't you?"

It doesn't take much to coax Chuck into sticking around. He's clearly already forgotten all about those pizza plans with Sarah. Carina hasn't, but this has become more about sticking it to the blonde woman anyways. This has become about her and Chuck, and just how much pleasure she can milk from the big man's big cock.

What follows is a weekend of pure pleasure, during which Carina doesn't spend a single moment NOT thoroughly satisfied with her decisions. And when its over, she has to leave, and Chuck has to return to his life without her, but Carina is confident that he'll never forget the time they had together. She knows she certainly won't.

Still, it was in the end just that. A distraction and nothing more. In a world like hers, one couldn't afford to grow attached. Especially not to men like Chuck Bartowski, no matter how good his cock felt.

-x-X-x-

As Carina stares down at the pregnancy test a few weeks later, she finds herself more… amused than anything else. She knows she should be shocked and horrified, but it's hard to feel either of those things. This gives her an excuse after all, and one that not even the DEA can quite deny her, given the circumstances.

Still, the femme fatale couldn't help but be secretly amused that the agency's birth control was no match for Chuck Bartowski's seed. Trust the nerdy, big-dicked asset to manage to be that one in a million chance. Tossing the positive pregnancy test aside for the moment, Carina knows she has the strangest smile on her face as she moves towards the phone to report this turn of events. It's not sultry or seductive, she's not trying to get anything out of anybody.

She's smiling because… well, she's happy. Giddy, even. This may not have been the plan… but plans so rarely seemed to survive contact with Chuck. And now she'd get to see a lot more of the man. If nothing else, she was going to make him cough up plenty of "child support". Chuckling to herself, Carina grabs up the phone and begins to place a call.

-x-X-x-

The last several months had been… to say they'd been miserable for one Sarah Walker would be an understatement, a large one. Not that she'd seen it coming, nor would she ever admit it in a million years, and it'd taken her far too long to actually GET what made it that way, but suffice to say, this year had been hell on the poor CIA Agent.

And no, it wasn't just because the turn her work had taken. While watching out for Chuck Bartowski and making sure he stayed out of trouble so that the Agency could continue using him as an asset had been a huge change of pace and an annoyance more often than not, it had been a minor annoyance at best. And in fact, she'd even… well, she'd been getting used to it, and though she could only acknowledge it now, she'd been falling for Chuck, all the while.

She was still falling for him, if her current circumstances were any indication. But fuck, how could she have seen this all coming? It'd undoubtedly started with Carina's visit. Carina Miller had always, ALWAYS been a pain in Sarah's side. The DEA Agent had never been anything but an irritation, though she'd tried to keep a respectful, professional relationship with the woman.

That, it seemed, had been a mistake. Maybe if she'd been more aware of Carina's interest, or even more self-aware of her own, she could have stopped the two from spending that weekend together. It was too late now for that though, far too late. Still, maybe that would have been the end of it. Chuck might have slept with Carina (multiple times, from what Sarah had managed to put together so long after the fact) but then Carina had flown away, going back to her job at the DEA and her next assignment!

It should have been finished there, and maybe things would have gone better, would have gone the way Sarah couldn't help but feel they should have… except, somehow Chuck had managed to beat fucking DEA birth control. It didn't seem possible, and honestly, Sarah had assumed it was a lie or a trap when Carina first showed up again with the news.

Chuck had been shocked by pleased of course when the gorgeous femme fatale had confronted him, and he'd remained pleased and happy when he and she had announced the news to the rest of them the next day. But Sarah… Sarah had immediately felt it was a trap. And maybe that reaction had been fueled by her own feelings for Chuck, because it had definitely been a mistake to try to poison the well and demand a paternity test.

She hadn't thought that Carina would actually go for it! But as soon as they could, they'd gotten the test done… and Chuck was indeed the father. It sounded so insane, sounded so… so crazy. Sarah could only watch on in abject dismay as Chuck knelt before Carina, not to ask for her hand in marriage or put a ring on her finger, but to do something equally as important. He'd been so pleased to be a father that he'd dedicated himself to the mother of his unborn child right then and there, throughout the pregnancy and beyond, so long as she'd have him.

May not have been a marriage request, but the declaration might as well have been one, given the wide, wicked smile that Carina had directed over Chuck's head at Sarah, right before softening her face to respond in the affirmative to her new baby daddy. It was in that moment that Sarah first realized what the roiling in her stomach might mean, what the rage building in her chest indicated.

Carina Miller had always been one to try and take what Sarah wanted. They'd long been rivals, but that was just the kind of woman Carina was. And she was perceptive enough that she could figure out what Sarah wanted long before Sarah could. Chuck was… it was all… if only she'd realized sooner! If only she'd known, she could have headed things off before they came to this!

But instead, she'd been forced to watch the two of them be a happy, expecting couple for these past several months, until finally, the baby was born. Sarah half-expected Carina to disappear at this point, half-expected the femme fatale to resist being tied down by anything or anyone. She'd leave the child in Chuck's semi-capable hands, and then Sarah could swoop in and pick up the pieces and salvage what was left of Chuck's heart.

Yeah, that turned out to be a full-blown fantasy, and not one that was ever going to come true, it seemed. Sarah couldn't say exactly what about Chuck and becoming a mother had changed Carina, but the femme fatale was all too happy to take the DEA desk job they offered her in Burbank, allowing her and Chuck to move in together and begin raising their newborn baby boy together.

It was just too much, the final straw one might say. Sarah couldn't stand it anymore, she couldn't stand seeing Chuck and Carina so… so happy. It made her sick, and she wasn't going to let it continue any longer. So, yes. She'd decided to confront her once-best friend or rival or whatever the fuck Carina Miller was to her or had been to her or whatever.

… Which was why she was currently hiding in the closet of Carina's new apartment with some sort of ephemeral plan to scare the other woman. She hadn't figured out all the details yet. Breaking into Carina's place had honestly been kind of spur of the moment, and then she'd been looking around, careful not to move anything from its original place. Her search had led her to their closet, where she'd found… she'd found Chuck's clothes. And though they were freshly washed, they had his smell on them, even now. His part of the closet smelt of him in fact, and…

Well, now she was here, and she was waiting for Carina, and she was… she was going to do something. She didn't know what. She couldn't figure out how this happened, how everything had gone so wrong. She just… she needed things to go back to the way they were before. She needed Carina out of the picture, so that she and Chuck could finally be together. She-

The sound of the door to the apartment suddenly slamming open tears Sarah from her thoughts, and she tenses up inside of the closet, hands curling into fists. She was ready to confront the other woman, ready to finally put this to rest… but what she wasn't ready for was Chuck's laughter to accompany Carina's giggles as the two of them stumble into the bedroom together.

D-Damn it all, Chuck was supposed to be with the baby! Staring at their clothing however, she can easily deduce that they'd gone out on a night on the town, spur of the moment probably. Ellie was likely babysitting the newborn at the moment. As Chuck all but tackles Carina to the bed and the two begin to heavily make out, Sarah gives a mental nod. Yes, Ellie was definitely with the newborn, if they were so ready to get down to business right then and there.

Fuck, this was not the plan. Sarah slowly falls to her knees in the closet, her legs going weak as she watches Chuck and Carina getting hotter and heavier by the moment. Clothes fly off, and Carina's beautiful post-pregnancy tits bounce free of her bra, only for Chuck to descend upon them like a ravenous beast of a man.

"Oooh, does baby need his milk~ Ah, SOMEONE'S a biter!"

Carina teases, but Sarah can see Chuck's teeth sinking into the femme fatale's breast from her hiding place, just like she can see his throat gulping as he swallows down the milk still heavy in the new mother's enlarged tits. At the same time, his hand is in Carina's panties, her pants long kicked off and her hips humping upwards as he fingers her, right before Sarah's eyes.

She can't… she shouldn't… but why? She hates seeing Chuck and Carina together. She knows, deep in her soul, that they're not meant for each other, that Carina has trapped Chuck in a nightmare, and only she can get him out. S-So… so why is watching them as they get down to things, as Chuck's c-cock comes out and slides deep inside of Carina's c-cunt… why is it so damn hot?

Sarah's lips open, but luckily, she manages to keep herself silent with a hand over her mouth, even as she continues watching. She knows she shouldn't, she knows she should look away… but all she can do is stare. Well, that's not all she can do. Her other hand, unbeknownst to her conscious mind, slowly drifts down and slips into her pants as she kneels there in the closet, unable to move a muscle, unable to look away… unable to stop watching as Carina fucks the man, she now realizes she loves with all her heart.

-x-X-x-

Carina is no one's fool, and her security system isn't so inept that it would be disabled so easily. But she was a DEA Agent, and the DEA knew how to take things slow and be subtle. If you wanted something safe, you locked it up. But for most living spaces, you didn't need to keep people out at all costs… you just needed to know when they'd entered and what they were doing.

Perhaps Sarah thought she was being smart, breaking into Carina and Chuck's new place. But from the moment that the CIA Agent had slipped inside of the apartment, Carina had known, her phone alerting her as the back-up security system, the one that was only activated by the disabling of the primary security, started up.

From there, she'd slipped away for a moment from the dance floor to watch as Sarah crept through the place like some sort of bog-standard stalker. Out of everyone, Carina had known that Sarah had it bad for Chuck long before anyone else even had an inkling, and that included the CIA agent. But this? This was more than even she thought possible.

Perhaps she'd underestimated Sarah Walker's obsession. But that didn't stop her from digging the knife in even deeper, and then twisting it. So, after having the time of her life for a little while longer with Chuck, she'd dragged him back to their place, knowing Sarah was hiding in the closet. As expected, Chuck was the one thing that the other woman wasn't counting on. She wouldn't confront Carina, so long as he was around.

So now, here they were. Chuck's cock was buried deep in her tender, overly sensitive pussy, and Carina was orgasming nice and hard as her rival for his affections watched from inside a closet, just a few feet away. It made the whole thing so much better for the gorgeous brunette femme fatale, and Carina's cries of passion and pleasure didn't even have to be faked. She was REALLY into it. Given the fact that Sarah was still watching them, she couldn't help but wonder if the other woman was getting into it as well.

Now that was just… adorable. Grinning, deciding to put on a show to give the CIA Agent more masturbatory material, Carina leans up and stage-whispers in Chuck's ear some news she was saving for another time.

"I got, mm, that promotion I was looking for, Chuck. I'm now the head of the DEA Office here in Burbank. No more missions, no more trips… I'm a homebody now, and they've been, ooh, very understanding of my… decision."

He blinks at her but smiles happily.

"I'm so glad. I want you to be around more. I want you to be with me and the baby."

Carina licks her lips, and then lets them spread into a truly wicked grin as she corrects the big-dicked man.

"Babies, you mean."

Chuck pauses at that, blinking again, this time far more confused. Carina is quick to follow up her statement with an explanation, as much for her lover's sake as it is for the hidden voyeur in their midst.

"I've quit taking the DEA's birth control. Not that it did much to stop you in the first place, now did it? I want you to take me and knock me up again and again, Chuck Bartowski. I want you to breed me like I'm your own personal mare, treat me like your toy, you big, studly stallion. Do you hear me? Give it to me long and hard and know that you'll be pumping another baby into me, another bun in the oven that I'll happily carry for another nine months, so long as it's yours."

The words have the intended effect, on both Chuck and Sarah. Chuck doesn't hear it, because he's suddenly VERY focused on pistoning in and out of her cunt as he holds her tightly and slams home into her again and again, ramming up against her cervix and thus the entrance of her womb over and over. Meanwhile, Sarah probably doesn't think either of them hear her, not with their own groans and moans and the slapping and smacking of flesh against flesh to fill the air.

But Carina is listening for it, so she hears the muffled panting moan as Sarah climaxes from her words while hiding out in the closet of their bedroom, watching them fucking. And it makes the next few orgasms that rush through the brunette femme fatale's body all the more pleasurable, even as Chuck unloads a nice, thick creampie into her womb, one filled with the promise of another breeding, another growing baby bump… and more of the delicious milk from her heavy, enlarged milk that her big-dicked lover seemed to enjoy so much.

Sarah though… she'd have to decide what to do with her. If the woman tried to interfere, then Carina would deal with her, decisively. But if there was another way… perhaps she'd taken it. If she was feeling particularly nice that day.

-x-X-x-

Gasping for breath behind her hand, a wide-eyed Sarah Walker slowly draws her other hand back from between her legs, staring at it in the dimly lit closet and looking at the sticky juices hanging off her fingers. She'd just… had she really just?

And they were still going at it on the bed. Chuck had definitely cum, and Carina had praised him for it… but then he'd just flipped her over and started fucking her doggystyle next. Was this how that weekend all those months ago had gone? It could have been Sarah in Carina's place. It SHOULD have been, even if logically, Sarah knew deep down inside that she wasn't ready to acknowledge her affections for Chuck quite yet.

But that was in the past, and missed opportunities were exactly that, missed. Now though… now Sarah had to figure out what the hell she was going to do next, even as Chuck and Carina continued to fuck right in front of her in the sexiest, lewdest manner she'd ever fucking seen.

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