It winked and dribbled, a thick mixture of foamy white lube and clear juices sliding out of the perfect, stretched ’O’ shape his girth had carved into her.

Eliantara looked like a discarded ragdoll tossed carelessly onto wet ground.

Her belly lay flat on the soaked mattress, her slender limbs splayed out at awkward angles, her bruised hips still propped up high by the pillows.

Her heavy tits had spilled to either side of her ribcage, the flushed, irritated nipples dragging trails of leaked milk across the wrinkled sheets.

She was broken. Emptied of all thought.

Viktor stood over her twitching form, his chest heaving with exertion.

He stroked his dripping wet cock once with a slow, possessive fist, squeezing the thick veins.

Clear precum leaked from the slit, mixing with the shiny coat of Eliantara’s anal juices.

Slowly, deliberately, he looked over his broad shoulder at the two naked observers huddled by the door.

"Come," he commanded.

The single word cracked like a leather whip through the quiet room.

It sent a shockwave of heat straight to Riahana’s core.

She didn’t walk. She sprinted.

She dropped the bundle of clothes to the stone floor and ran across the room, her bare feet slapping against the stone.

Her massive, fat tits bounced wildly with every heavy step, the heavy flesh swinging side to side, her nipples stiff and needy.

Her hairy cunt was already dripping so much that thick trails of clear arousal ran straight down her inner thighs, leaving shiny tracks on her skin.

Even from a few feet away, she could feel the intense, primal heat rolling off Viktor’s sweat-slicked body.

His low-hanging balls churned heavy and tight, the muscular sack pulled close to his body, painfully full of seed.

His cock stood far too erect, a towering weapon of purple and crimson, throbbing with a heartbeat of its own.

A thick bead of pre-semen crowned the swollen head, a clear indicator that he was right on the precipice. He was ready to erupt.

She arrived at the edge of the bed in seconds, gasping for air, her lungs burning.

Without needing another word, Riahana spun around.

She instantly hiked her plump hips into the air, rising up on her tiptoes, spreading her thick legs as wide as her joints allowed.

She reached back blindly, grabbed the old woman’s trembling, frail hand, and yanked the servant forward.

"Spread me," Riahana gasped, her voice thick with pure, unadulterated lust. "Do it now!"

The old woman, trembling from head to toe, had no choice but to obey the feral demand.

With shaking, liver-spotted fingers, she reached out and pulled Riahana’s heavy ass cheeks far apart.

The motion fully exposed the dark, hairy crack and the soaking, swollen, dark-pink cunt nestled beneath.

The folds were practically overflowing with syrupy wetness, glistening in the dim candlelight.

Viktor moved with a fluid, terrifying cruelty.

One strong leg came down to plant firmly on the floorboards beside the bed’s edge.

His other knee rested heavily on the mattress corner, giving him perfect leverage.

He gripped Riahana’s wide hips with both hands, his thumbs digging into her soft love handles.

He lined his weeping cockhead up directly with her dripping pussy.

And then, he slammed inside her in one brutal, uninterrupted stroke.

PAH!!

"AAAANGHH~♡♡♡~!! OHHGOD~♡~!! M-MASTER~♡♡~!!"

Riahana’s eyes rolled so far back into her skull that only the whites showed.

The blunt force of his entry knocked her forward.

Her heavy, swinging boobs slapped hard right against the old woman’s shocked face, the soft flesh smothering the servant’s nose and mouth as the old woman stumbled to keep her footing.

The old woman managed to peek over the massive breasts, seeing Riahana’s face up close.

It was the perfect, mind-broken ahegao expression.

The plump woman’s mouth hung wide open, a thick string of drool connecting her upper and lower lips, her tongue lolling out to the side like a panting dog.

Her mind had simply short-circuited from the overwhelming sensation of being stretched so full.

Any remaining scraps of clothing Riahana had been clinging to fell to the floor.

She reached up, grabbing her own tight, heavy boobs, squeezing the flesh ruthlessly. Her painted fingernails dug deep into her own soft curves, leaving crescent-moon indentations as she chased the high of his penetration.

Viktor looked down at the plump, quivering cunt he had just impaled to the absolute hilt.

"Congratulations," he said simply, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through her core.

Then, his massive balls tensed visibly beneath his shaft.

The heavy sack drew up tight against his perineum.

A blindingly hot load of cum erupted from his cock, pouring into her deep inner walls in thick, violent ropes.

It felt like molten lava spraying directly against her sensitive cervix.

He didn’t just hold still while he came.

He started fucking her even harder, his hips slamming back and forth through the messy, squelching puddle of his own thick seed.

Squelch! Slap! Squelch! Slap!

He threw his scalding cum deeper and deeper inside her pussy with every single thrust.

He was using his own dick as a plunger, stuffing her full to the absolute brim while he bred her like a common farm animal.

He had already fucked her senseless so many times before tonight.

Her body knew his rhythm, knew the shape of his cock, knew exactly how to yield to his dominance.

But tonight, right now, he wanted more than just passing pleasure. He wanted a permanent mark.

Inwardly, without missing a single brutal thrust, Viktor ordered the system in his mind.

"Impregnate her."

A glowing blue window popped into his vision, illuminating the dim room with a faint, ethereal light.

[Three months gestation period started.]

[The target has been impregnated.]

He kept fucking Riahana straight through the notification.

His cock remained impossibly hard, still pulsing, still cumming in thick, heavy spurts, ensuring his potent seed took root deep within the darkest, warmest corners of her womb.

Riahana felt the unending hot flood expanding her stomach and screamed even louder.

"HAAAH~♡♡~!! SO HOT~♡~!! FILL ME~♡♡~!!"

Her womb was actively drinking him in.

She could feel the deep, pulling sensation inside her belly, her biology accepting the system’s order without a single question.

Her body was changing, molding itself to become the vessel for his offspring.

The old woman watched it all, her frail hands still holding Riahana’s plump ass cheeks spread wide.

Her own neglected, hairy cunt was dripping with a mix of primal fear and a dark, forbidden arousal she hadn’t felt in decades.

She wanted to look away, to close her eyes, but she simply couldn’t.

She was hypnotized by the vulgar, raw display of breeding happening right inches from her face.

Viktor’s endless supply of seed finally overflowed.

The thick, creamy white fluid bubbled around the base of his purple shaft, slipping out of her stretched lips to run down Riahana’s dimpled thighs in thick, messy rivers.

The cum dripped onto the floorboards with soft, wet splatters.

He fucked through the mess, his hips slapping a steady, wet rhythm against her plump ass.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

He was determined to pack every last drop of his essence inside her.

Riahana’s lower belly bulged outward, pushing against the skin, soon to swell with the permanent, undeniable proof of his total conquest.

"Aahnnghh~ AAAHNN.... MASTER... YOUR CHILD... IN MY... HIEEKKK"