He fucked her in the mating press.

The full, crushing, primal position of a man dominating a woman. Her arms trapped above her. Her legs spread wide. Her cunt stuffed to the womb. Her heavy tits mashed against his chest with each impact. Her breath was stolen by his mouth. His tongue was in her throat. His cock was in her womb.

He broke the kiss.

He pulled back enough to look at her face. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth was open. Her tongue was out. Her face was forming a strange shape — the slack-jawed, tongue-lolling, completely broken expression of a woman who had twelve inches of demon cock in her womb and could not process it.

"Look at your face," he said, his hips still snapping. "You look like a bitch. A proper, bred bitch. Your cunt is clutching me. Your womb is sucking me. You want this. You want me to fill you. You want to carry my child instead of that stolen prince."

"N-no— hah— I— hah— I am— hah— a mother— hah— I am— hah—"

PHACK PHACK PHACK—

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

He fucked her harder.

The bathroom floor was wet with her blood and her juices. The stone was slippery. Her body slid back and forth with each thrust. Her thick ass slapped against the stone. Her heavy tits were red from the crushing weight of his chest. Her nipples were stiff and aching.

He sucked her tongue again.

His mouth closed over hers. He pulled her tongue into his mouth and bit it gently. She moaned into the kiss. The sound was muffled. Wet. Desperate.

He pulled back and thrust deep.

PHACK—

"MMNGHH~!!"

The cock head hit the back of her womb. The far wall of her uterus. The pressure made her belly bulge slightly. She felt it — the round, blunt mass of him pressing against the deepest point of her body. She felt her own womb stretching around him. She felt her ovaries aching. She felt her eggs trembling.

"Your womb is gripping me," he said against her lips. "It is trying to pull my seed out. It is hungry. It knows what it wants. It wants to be filled. It wants to be bred. It wants to replace the stolen child with a real one. My one."

"Please— hah— my lord— hah— do not— hah— say that— hah— my son— hah—"

PHACK PHACK PHACK PHACK—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"

He took out all twelve inches.

The full, wet, obscene withdrawal. The head pulled back through her cervix. The walls of her cunt clung to him. The lips stretched outward, gripping the shaft, trying to hold him inside. Then he slammed back in. The entire length. The head punching through her cervix again. The womb receiving him.

Her face formed the shape again.

The slack jaw. The rolled eyes. The tongue out. The drool running down her cheek. The tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. The completely, utterly broken expression of a woman being mated by a demon.

"Look at you," he said. "A mother. A thief. A womb. Nothing more. Your tits are for milking. Your cunt is for breeding. Your ass is for slapping. That is your purpose. That is your punishment. That is your reward."

He grabbed her tit again.

His hand released her wrist and moved to her breast. He gripped the heavy flesh. He squeezed until the fat spilled. He pinched the nipple. He twisted it. She screamed.

"AAAAAANGHH~!!"

He kept fucking.

PHACK PHACK PHACK—

"KYAAANGH~!! HNGHH~!! AAAAAANGH~!! KKKHAAAAANGH~!!"

The bathroom was full of sound.

The wet slapping of flesh on flesh. The gurgling of her cunt around his cock. The squelching of her womb being pounded. The slap of her thick ass against the stone. The cry of her voice breaking against the walls. The heavy breathing of a demon who had not even begun to tire.

He looked down at her pussy.

The lips were stretched around his shaft. The blood from her torn hair was smeared across his base. The wetness was thick and clear. The lips were flushed dark. The clit was visible and erect, peeking from the hood, throbbing with each impact.

"Your clit is hard," he said. "You are cumming. You are cumming on my cock while I destroy your womb. You are a filthy bitch. A dirty mother. A thief who loves being punished."

"N-no— hah— I am not— hah— cumming— hah— I am not— hah—"

PHACK PHACK PHACK—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HIIEEEENGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"

She was cumming.

Her body betrayed her. The walls of her cunt gripped him in rhythmic waves. The womb contracted around his head. The wetness increased. Her hips bucked upward. Her legs tightened. Her nails dug into his back.

"Please— hah— my lord— hah— I am— hah— I am— hah— YOURS— hah—"

He fucked her through the orgasm.

He did not slow. He did not gentle. He kept the brutal, relentless, machine-like rhythm. The twelve inches cleared and buried and cleared and buried. Her face was stuck in the strange shape. Her eyes were white. Her tongue was out. Her drool pooled in the hollow of her throat.

"Or," he said, his voice thick and warm. "Should I give you your revenge? Should I take you to the palace? Should I fuck the First Queen alongside you? Should I make her watch while I fill your womb and leave hers empty? Should I make her beg while you scream?"

She blinked.

Her eyes rolled forward. The words penetrated. The image formed. The First Queen. The woman who had killed her baby. The woman who had thrown the tea. The woman who had searched for her stolen prince while Surbhi hid in the dead zone.

"W-what—?" she gasped. "Wh-what are you—?"

He slammed deep.

PHACK—

"KKKKHAAAAAAANNGHHHHH~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!~~~~~~~~"

"Should I fuck her in the throne room?" he continued, his hips snapping. "Should I make her kneel beside you? Should I make her lick your cunt while I pound her ass? Should I fill her womb with my seed and tell her she will never bear the true heir? That her child is dead? That her child is here? That her child calls you mother?"

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

"Would you like that?" he asked. "Would you like to see her face? Would you like to see her broken? Her royal cunt stretched? Her queen’s womb filled by the same cock that breeds you?"

"Please— hah— my lord— hah— yes— hah— fuck her— hah— break her— hah— punish her— hah—"

PHACK PHACK PHACK PHACK—

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

She was screaming.

The words were not words. They were sounds. The sound of a woman who had been pushed past every limit. Past her stolen child. Past her miscarriage. Past her dead husband. Past her flower shop. Past her blood. Past her pain.

She was just a cunt.

A womb. A set of tits. A thick ass. A screaming mouth.

And he was fucking her.

PHACK PHACK PHACK PHACK PHACK—

"KYAAANGH~!! AAAAAANGH~!! HNGHH~!! HIIEEEENGHH~!! KKKHAAAAANGH~!! NGGHHH~!!"

The bathroom floor was covered in water.

Not from the tub. From her. From her cunt. From her womb. The squirting, gushing, wet release of a woman who was being fucked deeper than she had ever been fucked. The liquid splashed against his thighs. It ran down her ass. It pooled on the stone.

He grabbed her throat.

His hand closed around her neck. He squeezed. Not hard enough to kill. Hard enough to control. Hard enough to feel her pulse against his palm. Hard enough to watch her eyes bulge as he drove into her womb.

"Your pulse is fast," he said. "Your heart is hammering. Your womb is sucking. You are going to cum again. You are going to milk my cock. You are going to take my seed and you are going to thank me."

"Yes— hah— my lord— hah— please— hah— fill me— hah— breed me— hah— make me— hah— your bitch— hah—"

PHACK PHACK PHACK—

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

He was close.

She could feel it. The swelling of the head inside her womb. The thickening of the shaft. The pulse of the veins. The heat increasing. The pressure building.

"Your womb," he said, his voice a growl. "Is mine. Your child is mine. Your life is mine. Your cunt is mine. Your tits are mine. Your ass is mine. Everything. Say it."

"Everything— hah— is— hah— yours— hah— my lord— hah— I am— hah— yours— hah—"

PHACK PHACK PHACK—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"