It was there in the way his jaws gaped open, in the hair clinging to his forehead in dark strands. In the blood glistening where his gills fluttered and clapped, each gasping breath sending a red mist peppering the air between them. And his eyes—pupils yawning wide and inky black—they gleamed with an inhuman, feral intent.
Merciless and unyielding, obviously in excruciating pain.
Because he was dying.
And yet, he continued to breed her.
“What—what’s happening to you?” she asked, voice a hoarse rasp edged with panic.
The beast only snarled.
Grinding against the most tender parts of a body that should have broken days ago. Her womb clenched, suckling at his tip. Begging for his offering.
“Please,” she whispered, reaching to cup his cheek, her voice breaking. “Please stop.”
Her body betrayed even that, hips rolling to meet his next thrust. Fluttering with the ache to be stretched. Owned. Ruined and remade.
It was his turn to groan, and it was a sound that made her eyes sting.
He was collapsing. Weight pressing her thighs wider still, his rhythm shuddering. Breath growing wetter as he choked on blood, and still—still—he drove himself in to the root. Forcing one final surge deep into her core.
It was the last.
With a snarl that lacked any whisper of finesse, he came.
An unholy sound that ripped through his chest and splattered against her shoulder. Wetting her cheek.
Sending a molten flood of cum rushing through the mouth of her womb.
Squealing, Kore tried to buck the pleasure stabbing through her with a broken, “Gods, I can’t… Please… stop…”
A lie.
A floundering attempt at selflessness. The sort of chastity she was sworn to uphold.
It didn’t stop her from climaxing as her womb ballooned with the volume. Body jerking with the waves of pleasure, her belly distended with the obscene fullness. Spine bowing, her cunt spasmed around him. Gaping. Clenching and milking. Training to take all he might give, and keep it sealed inside.
She saw the pain ripple across his face, marring his brow. Watching as his muscles clenched, his jaw bunching at the corner as he shivered above her.
Kore saw the effort it took, for she’d been raised to sacrifice. Trained to endure so others might prosper.
And she knew.
There was a price.
One paid so he could force her belly to grow fat and round, nearly brushing the stone floor as his thrusts grew slower.
Shallow, now.
As if each jab left a piece of himself behind.
And it did.
Her belly was stretched with the sheer impossible quantity of semen that pulsed and grew with every agonizing push.
Too much.
Too hot.
