He came.

The first rope was a cannon.

It shot directly into her womb. The hot, thick, dragon seed splashed against the back wall of her uterus. The second rope filled the chamber. The third rounded her belly. She felt it. She felt the heat. She felt the pressure. She felt her womb being flooded with the seed of a demon.

"NNNGHHH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!! AAAAAANGHH~!!"

He kept fucking.

He pumped through the orgasm. The seed squelched around his shaft. It leaked past her cervix. It ran down her cunt. It mixed with her blood and her wetness and the mess of the bathroom floor.

"Take it," he said. "Take it all. Take my child. Take my claim. Take my mark. Be pregnant. Be bred. Be mine."

"YES— HAH— MY LORD— HAH— PLEASE— HAH— MORE— HAH—"

PHACK PHACK PHACK—

"KYAAANGH~!! HNGHH~!! AAAAAANGHH~!!"

He emptied himself.

Every drop. Every pulse. Every thick rope of dragon cum. Her womb was full. Her belly rounded. She looked pregnant. She looked like a woman who had been claimed in the most primal way possible.

He pulled out.

SKHLRK—

The cock emerged. The seed gushed. It poured from her gaping cunt. It ran in thick, white streams down her ass to the stone. Her womb was still full. Her belly was still rounded. She lay there, shaking, twitching, her eyes blank, her mouth open, her face stuck in the strange shape.

He looked down at her.

She was shocked.

Literally shocked. Her body jerked in small, involuntary spasms. Her hands were limp at her sides. Her legs were spread. Her cunt was open. The seed was leaking. Her tits were red and bruised. Her throat was marked. Her eyes were white.

Raven smiled.

"Let’s bath together, I am still hard you see..."

His cock did not soften. It hung thick and crimson, pulsing with the aftershocks of his release.

The seed was still dripping from the crown, thick white ropes sliding down the shaft.

But then — the flesh twitched. The base swelled.

The veins thickened, pulsing outward like ropes under the skin. The girth expanded. The cock widened, growing from wrist-thick to something thicker. Something impossible.

Surbhi stared at it from the floor.

Her eyes were wide and wet and blank. Her cunt was still gaping, leaking his seed in heavy, warm globs onto the stone. Her belly was rounded. Her tits were bruised. She looked at the cock and saw it growing larger and her mind refused to process the sight.

"No—" she whispered. Her voice was a broken rasp. "How— how can you— still be— so thick—"

She was overwhelmed.

The cock was wider than before. The head was darker. The shaft was heavy with the veins standing out like thick, green serpents. It looked like a weapon that had just been used and was reforking itself into something more catastrophic. She trembled. Her hands pressed against her bloody crotch. She tried to crawl backward.

He grabbed her.

His hand closed around her heavy tit. The fat spilled between his fingers. He gripped hard and pulled. She cried out. He dragged her up by her breast, her body lifting from the stone, her legs scrambling, her tits swaying as he forced her to her knees.

"Ah—! My lord— please— I cannot—"

He threw her.

Not hard. The motion was controlled. His hand released her tit and his arm swept around her waist, lifting her slight body and tossing her toward the corner of the bathroom. She hit the water with a splash that was softer than it should have been. The wooden tub creaked. The water rose around her.

She landed in the bathtub.

It was small. A wooden basin tub, round and low, filled with lukewarm water that had been drawn earlier. The water instantly turned pink. Then red. The blood from her torn mons, from her ravaged cunt, from her womb, leaked into the bath and swirled in crimson ribbons around her thighs.

He stepped in.

His foot entered the water. The level rose. The red water lapped at his ankles. Then his calves. He stood over her in the tub, his cock pointing down at her face, the crown dripping with the mixture of his seed and her blood. The water was warm. The wood creaked under his weight.

"Massage it," he said.

His hand gripped his thick cock. He held it at the base. He lifted it. He let the heavy shaft rest against her cheek, smearing the wet mixture across her skin. His other hand found her left tit. He gripped it. He lifted the heavy flesh. He pressed it against his shaft.

"Prepare it," he commanded. His voice was warm and absolute. "I need to take you tonight. All night long. This cock is not done. Your cunt is not done. Your womb is not done. Massage it with these fat, saggy tits."

She trembled.

Her hand moved through the bloody water. Her fingers found her own breast. She lifted the heavy mound. She pressed it against his cock. The other hand found her right tit. She squeezed them together. The flesh compressed around his shaft. The cleavage formed a canyon of soft, wet meat.

"Like— like this—?" she whispered.

Her voice was a whimper. Her eyes were looking up at him through the steam. The water was red around her waist. Her belly was still slightly rounded from the seed. She pressed her tits together harder. The cock nestled between them, the crown peeking out from the top.

"Look at it," he said. "Look at how your tits wrap around my cock. Your milk-heavy flesh is made for this. Made for fucking. Made for pleasuring a demon. Press harder. Make it wet. Make it slick."

She obeyed.

Her hands squeezed. The fat of her breasts spilled around the shaft. The water in the tub made her skin slippery. She rocked her body slightly. The cock moved between her tits. The head emerged from the top of her cleavage.

"Ah—" she gasped.

She leaned forward. Her tongue came out. She licked the crown. The taste was salt and iron and the thick, musky flavor of his seed mixed with her blood. She shuddered. She licked again. SLRRRP. Her tongue dragged across the slit.

"Good," he said. "Again. Every time it comes out, you lick it. You suck it. You worship it. This is your job now. Your service. Your life."

He started to pump.

His hips moved in a slow, rolling wave. The cock slid through her cleavage. The shaft dragged against the inner sides of her tits. The fat flesh rippled. The water splashed with each forward motion. The head emerged from the top of her cleavage with each thrust.

She licked.

SLRRRP—

"Mmhh~!!"

SLRRRP—

"Ngh~!!"

SLRRRP—

"Ah— my lord— it is so— thick—"

Each time the crown appeared, her tongue was waiting. She licked the precum. She suckled the head. She kissed the slit. She bathed the crown in her spit before it slid back down into the warm, wet tunnel of her cleavage. Her hands kept her tits pressed together, the flesh tight around the shaft.

"Look at you," he said. His hips rolled. The water sloshed.