He rocked inside her, slowly letting himself further, thrust by thrust burying his thick shaft deeper and deeper.
The pain had gone away completely and now Lily was impatient. In her tightness, she could feel exactly where his engorged head ended and the pulsing thickness of his shaft began. With every thrust, she grew more restless.
She moved her hips to urge him on, to speed him up. After a few clumsy attempts, she caught the rhythm and started impaling herself on the rigid pole, urging him on to take her harder, to lose control just a bit.
He snarled and caught her leg. In one swift motion, he lifted it on top of his shoulder, taking away the little bit of control she had had. He continued thrusting slowly, deeply, exploring the depths that hadn’t been penetrated before. He looked at her face, then at her exposed core, watching himself disappear in her flesh.
“Please…” Lily tried again but to no avail.
The tension was too much. Her desire made her flesh engorged and even tighter. His shaft slid in and out of her with ease, but she felt every bit of the hard length with heightened senses. She was ready to explode, she just needed something, something… she didn’t know what.
A guttural groan tore from his throat. He was losing control. The focused look on his feral face gave way to a less sane expression, bared teeth and heated eyes. Every thrust hit her with more force. He impaled her on his rod and she lay underneath him, panting and helpless.
His finger found her throbbing nub and swirled around it once, twice… Lily closed her eyes and screamed, unable to stop the flood of pleasure. She clenched around him as he thrust deep with a roar, and she milked him with aftershocks of her pleasure as he filled her with his seed.
She lay, panting and dazed, her leg still flung high over his shoulder and his manhood inside her. When she looked at him, he gazed at her with his sharp teeth bared and a triumphant look in his eyes.
“You’re the first bride who came to me willingly,” he said. “After what you told me, I understand why I couldn’t sire an heir. A bride must be willing for my seed to grow.”
Before Lily could understand what he meant, he moved inside her again. She gasped with surprise. He had filled her and hewas still able? She hadn’t been taught to expect this kind of endurance from men.
But he wasn’t just any man. Her pleasure built up inside her again and she tried to match his thrusts with her hips. He growled and slid out of her. He flipped her effortlessly on the bed, putting her on her stomach.
“On all fours,” he commanded and Lily scrambled up.
He entered her at once and set a wicked pace. In this position, she could move more easily, meeting his thrusts halfway as he buried himself in her core time and again. This new angle let him penetrate her even more fully.
His huge monster member knocked at the gates of her womb, and Lily moaned and screamed with the pleasure bursting deep, deep inside. It was as if he scratched an itch she hadn’t even known she had. The deep place, which hadn’t been touched by anyone but him, ached for more of his attention.
The monster slowed down, pushing inside her thoroughly and sliding almost completely out. He explored her, and she sensed he watched his manhood disappear in her depths and appear again. In and out. In and out. She mewled, his hardness sliding smoothly against her slick walls.
“I am pushing my seed inside you,” he purred, his voice barely audible. “You will bear me an heir.”
Lily arched her back, filled to the brim with his hot hardness. The thought of growing his child, amonster child, excited her. She could be a vessel for him. She wanted more of his seed, more of his essence inside her.
“Please,” she tried again, breathless. “Fill me again.”
A roar started building in his chest, making his body vibrate, and it grew louder and louder, shaking the room, the bed, making Lily tremble with fear. He impaled her on his rod and rode her mercilessly, faster and harder until her hands gave out and she flopped face down on the bed. He thrust in her so hard, the bed moved. Again and again until, with a deafening roar, he came.
He was buried inside her completely, his seed shooting straight into the gates of her womb. Lily felt it inside her, warm, ticklish. A monster’s seed inside a human girl.
He slid out slowly, carefully, and caught her shins. Without a word of warning, he raised her legs high and looped a rope around them.
“What are you doing?” Lily gasped.
He grunted and tied the rope around her legs. He hoisted her up so she hung upside down, her feet under the ceiling, her body dangling over the bed with her head down. Her long hair was strewn on the covers in disarray.
“Let me down!”
Lily’s head felt too tight, blood pounding in her ears. The monster king grunted and tied another rope around her middle, securing her doubly in her upside-down position.
“I’m ensuring the seed finds its way,” he said, watching her with a smirk. “You’ll stay like this as long as it pleases me. Rest now. I’ll return shortly to keep you company.”
He turned and walked to the door, leaving Lily swinging gently under the ceiling. She caught a look at his long thick tail with a soft red tuft of hair on its end. The blood rushing in her ears made her lightheaded, and she giggled, watching the cute tail attached to the powerful monster backside.
Before she could get uncomfortable, the king returned. He was still naked, and his monstrous rod hung between his bulging thighs, swinging with his every step. Lily watched it, transfixed.
As soon as the monster closed the door behind him, he focused his whole attention on her. His manhood grew rigid and rose, straight and unbending as a spear. Lily gulped, once again intimidated by the size of his member.
