Each withdrawal was slow, making her feel every ridge and vein drag along her stretched walls, each slam home a conquest that shook her entire frame, her thick belly quivering, her tits bouncing wildly. The water around them churned and steamed violently, glowing droplets flying with their motion.
"This cunt," he growled, his amber eyes burning into hers, one hand fisting her hair to hold her head still.
"It belongs to me. It grows my heir.
Say it."
"Yours!" She sobbed, her own claws scrabbling against his broad crimson back, finding no purchase on the rock-hard muscle.
"My king! My son! This womb is yours—fill it again!"
He changed angles without withdrawing, using his newfound strength and size to manipulate her massive body like a ragdoll.
He turned, still impaled deep, and pressed her back against the smooth, curved wall of the wellspring basin.
