The sound tore across the courtyard, raw and broken and utterly without restraint. Her pregnant belly jiggled violently from the impact — the round mass of it shaking, ripples moving across the stretched skin. Her heavy, milk-laden tits bounced upward and slapped back down against her ribcage, the wet fabric of her gown doing nothing to contain their swing.

Raven held himself deep.

He felt her cervix clamping around his head, the muscular ring trying to close, trying to protect the womb, and he pushed harder — not deeper, he was already as deep as a human cock could go, but harder, pressing his full weight against her so the belly between them compressed slightly and then rebounded.

"Lord—" she gasped. "L-Lord— it’s— it’s too—"

He pulled back.

Slammed again.

PAH!

"NGHHAAH—!!"

Her whole body jerked on the white cushion. Milk sprayed from both nipples in thin arcs, soaking the front of her gown completely, dripping onto the cushion beneath her. Her hands flew to her own belly — pressing it, feeling it shake with each impact, the child inside responding to the seismic motion with a kick that she felt against her palm.

Raven looked down at her.

The Holy Queen.

Pregnant, milking, his cock punching her cervix while pink energy wrapped them both in a cocoon that the other women could see from across the courtyard — a faint, pulsing aura that made the slave row whimper and the bonded row press their thighs together with renewed desperation.

He started to move.

Not fast. Not the brutal, piston rhythm he’d used on Hana.

Slow.

Deep.

Each thrust pulling out until only his head remained inside her swollen cunt lips, then driving forward until his balls slapped against her ass and his crown kissed the entrance to her womb.

Meera’s eyes stayed rolled back, her mouth open, drool tracking from the corner of her lips into her hair.

"Lord... Lord... Haa... haaa... Lord... slow... slow down... it’s too big... my... aaahhhngh..."

She didn’t know what she was begging for.

He did.

He gripped both of her milk-heavy tits and squeezed — hard, merciless, pulling streams of white fluid from her bruised nipples that ran down her belly and mixed with the sweat at the curve of her pregnancy.

PAH. PAH. PAAAH!

"HIIEEENNGHH~!! M-MILK—! I’M—!"

She came without warning — her cunt clamping down on him so hard he felt the squeeze in his spine, her pregnant belly going rigid under his hands, her whole body arching upward from the cushion and then collapsing back in a heap of shaking, milk-slick, sobbing flesh.

Raven held himself deep.

The pink energy flared once, bright as a brand, and he felt the bond lock into place — not around her mind, which was too divine to corrupt, but around her body, her womb, the child inside her. A claim that didn’t need her thoughts to agree. A claim that had settled in the architecture of her flesh.

Then he moved harder... his hips blurred to clap her ass apart harder.

He grabbed her thick thighs and yanked them wide apart.

Her knees bent back toward her shoulders as he pushed her legs up, folding the pregnant mass of her belly so her swollen cunt angled straight up for his next assault.

His cock stood upright between them, thick as a cucumber, the shaft veined and dark, the crown flushed and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that dripped onto her stretched navel.

Pah!

"Ngh~!"

He slammed back into her.

The wet hole sucked him in greedily, her walls clenching around his girth like a starving mouth.

Pah! Pah! PAAAH!

"HIIEEKK~!! NNGHAA~!! KYAAH~!!"

Meera’s eyes rolled back until only the whites showed beneath her fluttering lids.

Her tongue lolled out past her parted lips, a thick strand of drool sliding down her chin and dripping onto her own heaving, milk-slicked tits.

He drove deeper.

The fat head of his cock punched against her cervix with every brutal stroke, making the round mass of her seven-month pregnant belly ripple and jiggle with an obscene, hypnotic rhythm.

The skin of her stomach shone with sweat and milk, stretched tight over the life inside her.

"Slow... please... slow down... Lord... it’s too... haaah... too big..."

Her voice came out broken, barely coherent, the begging of a saintess who had lost all divine composure to the cock stretching her holy cunt.

He grabbed her hand and slammed it against her swollen belly.

"Feel it," he growled.

"Feel how deep your Lord is inside your pregnant fuckhole."

Her fingers trembled against the stretched skin, feeling the bulge of his thick shaft moving within her womb, reshaping her insides around his meat.

Her lips trembled and formed new words without her permission.

"Yes... Lord... please... fuck... fuck me... Lord~!! Fuck your pregnant slut harder~!! Breed my divine cunt~!!"

Pah! Pah! PAH! PAAAH!

"ANNGGH~!! IIHINNN~!! KYAYAAANGHH~!!"

He pulled out with a wet, obscene slurp.

Before she could collapse, he flipped her like a worthless ragdoll.

The pregnant Holy Queen fell forward onto her hands and knees, her massive milk-laden tits swinging like heavy pendulums beneath her chest.

Fat drops of warm milk splattered onto the white cushion in a messy, rhythmic pattern, her dark nipples dragging against the fabric with every jolt of her broken body.

Her round ass lifted high, her gaping cunt dripping a thick mix of her own juices and his pre-cum in shining trails down her inner thighs.

The angle was perfect.

Her pregnant belly hung low between her knees, swaying like a full udder, the navel popped and dark.

He mounted her from behind, gripping her wide child-bearing hips with both hands.

His thick cock plunged back in, bottoming out instantly against her battered cervix with a force that made her scream into the cushion.

Pah Pah PAH!

"HIIEEENNGHH~!! M-MASTER~!! LORD~!!"

Every thrust made her pregnant belly swing wildly beneath her, the heavy mass slapping back and forth with a fleshy, wet sound that echoed across the courtyard.

Her heavy tits slapped together violently, milk flying in warm arcs across the cushion and splashing against her own forearms and the stone beyond.

Her chubby thighs quivered with each impact.

The fat of her ass rippled outward in waves where his pale hips struck her pale flesh.

Her cunt made wet, sucking sounds every time he pulled back, the swollen lips clinging to his shaft before he slammed back in.

A violet glow started to form at her abused labia.

The insignia burned itself deeper into her cunt lips, branding her permanently as his Holy Queen while his cock continued to ravage her divine flesh.

Meera felt the brand’s heat in her womb.

A permanent tattoo that marked her as property.

Her divine energy tried to flare, tried to purify the corruption, but every thrust pushed it back down and drowned it in pleasure.

Behind him, footsteps on stone.

Veronica moved with the unhurried authority of a woman who had killed to be here and saw no reason to wait for an invitation.

Her thick, chubby body pressed against his back, her heavy tits mashing flat against his shoulder blades, the stiff nipples of her fat breasts dragging across his skin as she wrapped both arms around his torso from behind.

"Let me help, Master," she purred, her voice dripping with the particular greed of a Phoenix dominant who had decided that sharing meant participating.

Her wide hips slammed forward against his ass.

The impact drove his cock deeper into Meera’s pregnant cunt, the extra force making the Holy Queen’s eyes bulge behind her fluttering lids as the thick crown punched past her cervix and into her womb’s entrance.

"NGHAAA~!! L-LORD~!! TOO DEEP~!!"