My cock drove into her — past the entrance, past the tight ring of muscle, straight through her cervix. The impact was immediate. Her body seized — her back arching, her wings snapping open, her fingers clawing the edge of the dustbin. Her pussy clamped down with crushing force.
|| He's inside me — all the way — my womb — he's in my womb —||
I could feel her thoughts through the bond. Panicked. Overwhelmed. Joyful.
Her tears fell. Fat drops hitting the wooden dustbin, splashing on the crates below. Her belly — slightly bloated, not pregnant but full-looking from the internal pressure — bulged visibly. My cock was ten inches. Her body was built for maybe five. The mathematics of what I'd just done was written on her flesh — the visible distortion beneath her skin, the shape of my cock visible through her lower abdomen.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "It hurts — it hurts so much —"
