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—
