Selma watched her friend being skewered by that massive rod and felt an immense wave of guilt crash over her.

After all, she had thrown Ivy into the fray—literally shoved her toward the wolf and now she was paying the price.

But beneath the guilt, there was something else.

Fascination. Excitement. A dark, secret thrill that made her thighs press together.

Alia, meanwhile, was utterly captivated.

She watched the way Luca moved—not like a beast, but like an artist.

Every shift of his hips, every adjustment of his grip, every subtle change in angle was deliberate, purposeful.

He wasn’t just fucking Ivy; he was sculpting her pleasure, molding her body like clay, coaxing sounds from her throat that seemed pulled from somewhere deep and primal.

Ivy was small. Fragile. Her slender build looked like it might snap under the force of Luca’s thrusts.

But he adjusted perfectly. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t pounding.

Instead, he moved slowly, passionately, working his hips deep into her body as though searching for the exact spot that would make her melt.

He found it quickly.

And soon the whimpers of pain that had escaped Ivy’s lips at the beginning faded, replaced by pure, unfiltered moans of pleasure.

Her body arched into his, her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails raked down his back—but not in protest. In desperate, hungry need.

"Oh, Hero!" Ivy breathed, her voice thick with wonder. "W-Why does it feel so good!?"

She hung off his body as he gripped her hips and thrust into her, her small breasts bouncing with each movement.

She looked down at the place where they were joined—at her tiny pussy stretched impossibly around his massive cock and her eyes went wide.

"It should hurt like hell. I should be screaming right now."

She looked up at him, searching his face.

"But why does it feel so amazing to have my pussy completely and totally ravaged?"

She reached up and cupped his face in her small hands.

"Just what is your cock made of? Did you put some sort of aphrodisiac on it to make me feel so good?"

Luca chuckled, low and warm, and lowered his mouth to her tiny breast. He sucked gently, his tongue circling her nipple, and Ivy whimpered.

Her back arched further, pushing more of her breast into his mouth.

When he finally pulled back, he was smiling.

"It’s not my cock..."

He said, sliding a finger between their joined bodies to stroke her clit as he continued to thrust.

"It’s your pussy, Ivy."

"My...my pussy?" Ivy gasped, her whole body shuddering.

"Yep. You see, your tiny little pussy right here..."

He pressed deeper, and she moaned.

"...it’s been craving something massive to fill it."

"Despite its size, it’s always wanted to be destroyed."

He looked down at where they were joined, then back at her face.

"Look how greedy it is. Feel how it’s sucking me in."

Ivy did feel it. Her pussy was clenching around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to let him go.

She had never felt anything like it, like her body had a mind of its own, a will separate from her own.

"It’s been hiding what it truly wanted." Luca continued, his voice a low rumble. "Pretending to be satisfied. But now that it finally has a taste of something this massive..." He thrust harder, and she cried out. "Now you know the truth."

Ivy smiled—a dazed, blissful, utterly surrendered smile.

"Then fuck me more, Hero. Fill my pussy up with that massive thing."

"Of course."

He changed positions, pulling out and flipping her onto her hands and knees before she could protest.

Her ass arched up toward him, her pussy wet and waiting, and he slammed back inside her with a single, devastating thrust.

"Hahhhhhh!♡~" Ivy screamed in ecstasy.

He fucked her like that for what felt like hours—though Alia, watching with wide eyes, knew it was probably only minutes.

He took her from behind, then rolled her onto her side and lifted one leg, then pressed her flat against the mattress and draped her legs over his shoulders.

Each position was a new revelation, a new wave of pleasure that made Ivy moan and babble and cry out his name.

"More—!" She begged. "Please, more—! Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop—!"

"Never." He promised.

And then he came.

Ivy felt it—the flood of hot, thick semen pouring into her womb, filling her up, overflowing and dripping down her thighs.

"Ahh—! I’m being filled—! I’m being filled by the Hero—!"

She screamed again, her body convulsing, her vision going white, as the most intense orgasm of her life crashed over her.

When she finally came back to herself, she was lying on the bed, trembling, her hand pressed against her belly.

A soft pink glow emanated from just above her crotch—the tattoo, already forming.

"I’m going to have a baby." She murmured, her voice dreamy.

"I’m so filled up. A little baby is going to be born out of my tiny pussy."

She smiled, dazed and blissful. "I’m so happy."

Alia watched her with pure fascination. There was no fear in Ivy’s face now. No hesitation. Only joy.

Selma, on the other hand, was utterly terrified.

She had seen her friend completely dominated—ravaged, destroyed, transformed into a drooling, babbling mess.

And Ivy had loved every second of it.

That was the problem. That was what made Selma’s heart pound with dread.

She forced a shaky smile.

"I...I think I’m going to decline this invitation for today." She said, backing toward the door. "I’m not prepared yet. Not ready."

"So I’ll just...leave now. Come back another day."

She turned and grabbed the door handle.

Before she could pull it open, a powerful force slammed her against the wood.

She gasped, her cheek pressed flat against the surface, her hands pinned above her head.

Behind her, she could feel Luca’s body pressed against her back—his chest warm, his breath hot on her neck. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

And between her ass cheeks, sliding up and down through her wet folds, was his massive cock.

"Leaving so soon?" He murmured, his lips brushing her ear.

Selma swallowed. "I...I just thought..."

"You thought you could throw your friend to be sacrificed and sneak away while he was distracted?"

He chuckled, low and dark. "That’s not very nice, Selma."

Selma whimpered.

"Now." Luca said, his hands sliding around her waist. "It’s your turn."

Selma barely had time to gasp before Luca’s hands were on her hips, yanking her back against him.

Her dress bunched up around her waist and her underwear was torn away like tissue paper.

She then felt the head of his cock—that massive, terrifying, impossibly thick head press against her entrance, and she couldn’t breathe.

"Wait." She whispered. "Wait, please—"

He didn’t wait.

He thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth, brutal motion.

"AHHHHHHHH—!"

Selma screamed—a raw, guttural sound that was half pain, half shock.

Her body arched against the door, her fingers scrabbling against the wood as she tried to find purchase, tried to ground herself against the overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely.

"Oh gods." She gasped. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods—"

"So tight." Luca growled against her ear. "So fucking tight. You feel that, Selma? That’s what happens when you abandon your friend. When you throw her to the wolf and try to run."

"I’m sorry." She sobbed. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry—"

He pulled back and slammed into her again.

Her breasts flattened against the door. Her tears soaked the wood.

"You’re sorry?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You’re sorry you got caught. You’re not sorry you did it."

He spanked her hard and she cried out.

"Nooo—!"

The sting spread across her ass, mixing with the pleasure-pain of his cock stretching her, filling her, claiming her.

"I didn’t mean—" She started.

"You didn’t mean what?" He spanked her again. "You didn’t mean to push her? You didn’t mean to sacrifice her so you could escape?"

Another spank. Another cry.

"You’re a coward, Selma. A beautiful, treacherous, fucking coward."

She wanted to deny it. She wanted to tell him he was wrong, that she wasn’t a coward, that she would never do something like that.

But the words wouldn’t come.

Because he was right. She had done exactly that.

She had thrown Ivy to be eaten.

And now she was being devoured.

"Smash!♡~ Slap!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nnm!"

Luca fucked her harder, his hips slapping against her ass, his cock driving deeper and deeper into her tight, wet heat.

"Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"

She could feel him in her throat, in her chest, in her fucking soul.

He was everywhere. He was everything.

"I’m sorry." She whimpered again. "I’m so sorry. Please—"

"Please what?" He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. "Please stop? Please go slower? Please be gentle?"

She shook her head, tears flying.

"No. No, please don’t stop! Please don’t ever stop! Fuck me like crazy!"

He grinned against her neck. "That’s my girl."

He released her hair and reached around, grabbing her breasts.

He pinched her nipples and she moaned,, her pussy clenching around him.

He was so deep. So impossibly, perfectly deep.

"You feel that?" He growled. "You feel how your body is responding? You were made for this, Selma. Made to be fucked. Made to be filled."

"Yes." She gasped. "Yes, yes, yes—"

"You were made to carry my children."

The words sent a jolt through her, a surge of heat that started in her belly and spread outward until she was burning.

She wanted that. She wanted to carry his children.

She wanted to be the mother of his babies!

"Destroy my pussy, Hero! Make me pay for what I did to her!"

Selma pleaded, her eyes rolled back as she felt her climax rushing up like a tidal wave.

"Fill me up! Put your baby inside this bad bitch! I want to be stuffed just like Ivy!"

Luca let out a primal, guttural roar, his thrusts becoming incredibly fast and shallow as he reached his breaking point.

He drove his cock in to the absolute root, pinning her body so hard against the door that she couldn’t move an inch.

"I’m coming, Luca! I’m coming! Oh gods, yes!"

Selma shrieked, her pussy walls spasming in a violent, crushing orgasm that milked his shaft with insane force.

Right at that exact second, Luca convulsed against her back, pumping a massive, boiling deluge of semen deep into her cervix.

He filled her womb to the absolute brim, the hot cream overflowing from her soaked hole and dripping down her thighs.

Luca pulled out slowly, and she whimpered at the loss. He turned her around and pulled her into his arms, holding her against his chest, stroking her hair.

"You did good, Selma." He said softly. "You did so good."

Selma buried her face in his neck and cried—not from sadness, but from relief. From joy.

From the overwhelming knowledge that she was his. That she would always be his.

And when she finally pulled back and looked down at her belly, the tattoo was there—glowing faintly, marking her as claimed.

She smiled.

She was going to have his baby.