She looked up.

Her eyes were completely white. The irises had rolled upward. Tears streamed down her face. Her nose ran. Her lips were stretched to tearing around his girth. She was beautiful in her ruin. She was pathetic in her submission.

He pulled her back.

She gasped. Saliva hung from her mouth in thick ropes. Her chest heaved. Her heavy tits swayed.

"So," he said, his hand gripping her chin. He smeared her spit across her face with his thumb. "The First Queen has no child. She searches for him. She thinks he was taken by enemies. By assassins. And all this time, he was here. In a dead zone. In a flower shop. With a maid who stole him."

"Please," she sobbed. "I just wanted— I wanted a child. I wanted—"

"Shut up," he said.

He gripped her hair with both hands. He positioned his cock at her lips. He pushed.

Five inches. Six. Seven. Her throat bulged again. The shape of his cock was visible in her neck — a thick, moving ridge. She gagged. Her hands flew to his hips. She tried to push him away. She slapped his thighs. She clawed.

He held her.

He looked down at her. Her face was red. Her eyes were streaming. Her throat was stuffed.

"Oh," he said, his voice warm and casual. "So this village really was lucky, wasn’t it?"

He chuckled.

The sound was dark. It filled the bathroom. He started to move his hips. He pulled back and thrust forward. Not gently. He was fucking her throat. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room.

SKHLRK— SKHLRK— SKHLRK—

"GLK—! GLK—! NGGHH—!"

Her eyes rolled. Her tongue flapped uselessly beneath the shaft. Her throat milked him. The tight, muscular ring of her gullet gripped the head with each thrust.

He looked down.

"Now then," he said, his hips snapping forward, his cock driving into the depths of her mouth. "What punishment should I give to a thief?"

She could not answer.

Her throat was full. Her mouth was stuffed. She was gagging. She was dying. She was living. Her hands clawed at his hips, then went slack. Her body trembled. Her pussy was wet — not with blood, but with the arousal of a woman who had finally found a master cruel enough to take everything.

He pulled out.

The withdrawal was wet and long. His cock emerged from her throat with a sucking, obscene sound. Her mouth stayed open. Her tongue hung out. Her eyes were blank. She swayed on her knees.

He gripped her chin.

He lifted her face. He looked into her eyes.

"Should I fuck your cunt until you bear my child?" he asked. "Should I take your ass until you cannot walk? Should I tell the Queen where her son is? Or should I keep you? Should I keep you as my pet, my maid, my cunt, and let you raise two children who do not belong to you?"

She trembled.

Her voice was a whisper. A sob. A broken, final surrender.

"Please," she said. "Please..."

He smiled.

"Kyaaah~!"

He pushed her back onto the floor. Her back hit the cold stone. Her legs spread. Her bleeding, hairless cunt was exposed. Her heavy tits fell to the sides. He positioned himself above her.

"Or," he said. "Should I give you your revenge by fucking the queen alongside you?"

’!’

"Wh-what—!?!"

He leaned over her.

His body cast a shadow across her face. The bathroom was small. The stone was cold. She lay on her back with her blood-smeared thighs spread and her heavy tits fallen to the sides of her chest. She looked up at him with eyes that were still wet and still terrified and still, despite everything, hungry.

"W-wait—" she gasped. Her hands came up. She pressed her palms against his chest. She pushed. "My lord— please— my son— he is—"

He grabbed her tit.

His hand closed around the heavy, sagging flesh of her right breast. He gripped hard. The fat spilled between his fingers. He lifted it. He let it drop. The weight slapped back against her chest with a wet sound.

"Your son," he said, his voice warm and cruel. "Is asleep. And you are a thief. A lying cunt who stole a queen’s child. Do you think you deserve to keep your womb empty? Do you think you deserve to walk away?"

He positioned himself between her legs.

His knees pressed against the insides of her thick thighs. He pushed them wider. Her pussy was exposed. The lips were swollen and red from where he had torn her hair. The blood from her torn mons had run down into the cleft. The white skin was streaked with crimson.

He gripped his cock.

His hand wrapped around the twelve-inch shaft. The head was blunt and dark. The veins were thick ropes. He aimed it downward. The crown pressed against her entrance. The lips parted. They stretched. They fought. The blood lubricated the way. The head was so thick that the lips had to spread around it like a mouth being forced open.

"Let’s solve your attachment with the child," he said, looking into her eyes. "By impregnating you with another one."

He snapped his hips.

PHAAAAACK—

"KKKKHAAAAAAANNGHHHHHH~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!~~~~~~~~"

The scream left her body with the force of a woman being split in two.

Twelve inches. The full, brutal, impossible length of his adjusted dragon cock drove through her cunt in a single, merciless thrust. The tearing was not gradual. It was instantaneous. Her walls stretched. Her cervix — the tight, muscular gate of her womb — met the blunt head and was hammered through.

He tore it.

The cervix yielded. The cock punched past it. The head landed directly inside her womb. The round, warm, dark chamber of her belly gripped the crown. The walls of her womb contracted around the intrusion. The pressure was catastrophic. The fullness was absolute.

"AAAAAANGHHH~!! HIIEEEENGHH~!! MY— MY WOMB—!!"

Her body arched.

The angle was extreme. Her back snapped off the stone floor. Her head tilted back. Her mouth opened. Her hands flew to his shoulders. Her nails dug in. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her thick ass cheeks pressed against the cold stone.

He grabbed her hands.

Both wrists. He pinned them above her head. He pressed her arms flat against the bathroom floor. His body covered hers completely. His chest crushed her heavy tits. His face hovered inches above hers.

"Look at me," he said.

He kissed her.

It was not a kiss. It was an overwhelming beast claiming a mouth. His lips sealed over hers. His tongue forced inside. He sucked her tongue into his mouth. He bit her lower lip. He growled against her teeth. The sound vibrated into her throat.

And he started to fuck her.

He pulled back.

Twelve inches withdrew from her womb. The head dragged through her cervix. The shaft scraped her walls. The blood and her wetness mixed on his cock. Then he drove forward again.

PHACK—

"AAAAAANGHHH~!!"

The impact was brutal. Her body slid backward on the stone. Her head hit the tub. Her legs tightened around him. Her hands pulled against his grip. She was trapped. She was pinned. She was being mated.

"Please— hah— my lord— hah— it is too— hah— my womb— hah— it is breaking— hah—"

PHACK PHACK PHACK—

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