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She glanced back. Confused, until her eyes caught on the cock nestled at her entrance—and bulged at the sight.
“You’re going to take my knot in this tight little pussy,” he murmured, sinking two fingers inside her. Slow, despite how slick and heated she’d grown. “I’m going to leave you gaping after I’ve bred you… stuffed so full of royal cum there will be no room in your head left for thoughts of a lesser male who didn’t deserve to breed you.”
Whining, she trembled around his careful fingers. Cunt fluttering as the decadent filth layered into his words penetrated her lust-fogged brain.
“Would you like that?” he murmured and gave her his weight. Settled along her back as he began to work a third finger into slick heat. Stretching and probing as his thumb teased her clit, only to abandon it the instant he felt her clench. “Would you like me to pump you full of hybrids?”
He seized one tiny breast with his free hand, kneading her nipple between forefinger and thumb, working it until it grew long and eager.
Gushing around his fingers, her pussy swallowed his middle finger up to the knuckle. “Yeh-yes!” she gasped, twisting to expose the length of her throat. An instinct of submission from a species designed to yield. “Breed me,” she hissed, knuckles going white where she clutched at the bedding and bore down. “Please, my prince. Fill me with your litter. Let me grow round and ripe for you.”
A growl rumbled up from the bottom of Sinadim’s lungs, and he pushed back. Pulled his fingers from that silken grip, abandoned her poor savaged nipple, and peeled her pussy apart with both thumbs.
“Easy now,” he crooned, setting the tip of his cock against her. “We’ll make it fit. Inch by inch. Until you gush for me.”
He sank inside. Welcomed in a merciless, desperate grip that fought to swallow the flared edge of his cock. A stretch that might not have been possible if she were truly in heat, her glands too swollen to allow such an invasion.
As it was…
They both groaned as he bore down. Sinking inside with a pop of yielding, eager muscle, he bullied his way through only to pull back. Keeping his length greased with Kesh and slick, he worked to claim her every last inch until he bumped against her end. Where she was spongy and rigid, where her cervix guarded a womb growing ever more ripe with each passing hour.
He stilled.
Sweat beading at his nape and hers.
Fisting his knot to stop it ballooning out too soon, he let her adjust to the stretch.
Let her feel what it was to belong to a prince.
He waited until she began to ripple along his length as only an Omega might.
Enticing, her body tried to milk the seed straight from his balls.
“I’m going to slaughter Veli’s son in the Zaganos Summer Palace,” Sinadim promised as he broke. Beginning to fuck himself into her at last. “I’m going to exterminate the very last of that bloodline after I’ve fucked you pregnant. It’s the last thing he’ll know before his brain dies,” the prince grunted, saying horrible things as he bottomed out inside her. Making her lungs compress to make room for his invasion. “Because my hands will still be slicked with the perfume of a pregnant Omega.”
Going wild beneath him, rutted by a more dominant male than she’d ever known, his brave girl gushed for him. Leaving his cock ringed in white, marking her progress in taking all he might offer.
His knot began to bloom against his palm. Swelling at his base, growing impossibly thick with the need to seal his progeny deep inside for as long as he could.
“It’s going to take days,” he hissed, shunting as deep as he could get. Sheathing himself all the way to the top of his knot, he forced her cervix back and made room. “Days of riding you hard and fast, just so I can keep you stuffed full of cum.”
She groaned, ears pinned back as she listened to his insidious sermon. “I’m so… soo full…”
“You’ll be fat with it,” he hissed and wrapped both hands around her waist as he made a mess of her. Squeezing the narrow flare of ribs he wished to see grow ripe and robust with health. “And when your heat truly sets in,” he said, bottoming out, “when you start to beg for more, even with my knot freshly stuffed inside you?”
Squealing as he crammed himself inside, she tightened around him. Her cunt a silken fist that worked him from tip to knot.
Sinadim covered her, then. Draped across her back so he could nibble the rim of one fuzzy ear, he whispered, “I’ll be forced to take you before my generals. Forced to call a halt to our march through the desert, and mount you right there beneath the stars so I might keep my brave girl satisfied with royal sperm. So she doesn’t ache.”
She clenched and tortured the top of his knot. “My-My prince, I—”
Grinning now, Sinadim leaned back to watch her pussy work. A marvel of careful, selective breeding that saw a smaller species take all of an Anhur male and beg for more. “You’re going to take my knot as you cum,” he whispered as her cunt blanched white in an effort to swallow his knot whole. “Go on, brave girl. Gush all over it. Show me that you were made to be mine.”
A strangled sound burst from her throat before she obeyed. Clenching and quaking, she took him to the root and soaked his balls with slick.
Gushing for her prince, an orgasm tore through her as her simple Hathorian mind was flooded with purpose.
Sinadim sent both hands up to milk at her nipples. “Such a good girl,” he groaned, knowing she was beyond hearing him. Balls flexing as his tail rose in an arrogant flag that signaled the end. Rocking in tiny micro thrusts, he felt his knot surge and lock in place. The stretch forcing her Biquea glands to empty as he reveled in the moment. Lost inside a tight cunt rippling along his length.
