The continuation of Adam Russell's new life in an alternate world where mythological races are all real. With his mate found and a sense of meaning given to his life, now it is time to discover exactly what that entails.
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Contains: m/m, interspecies, and many other fetishes
Chapter 7
I stand there staring at the muscular, hulking demon in front of me for some time. I want to bombard him with a thousand questions, but I'm completely frozen. His appearance, manly and proud, his scent, musky and sharp, his eyes, piercing and entrancing. He could tell me to consummate this union of ours here and now and I would. He could tell me to relinquish everything I hold dear and I would. And that scares me. I don't want to be a slave to his will, but how could I possibly deny him anything he wanted. My breathing gets heavier, and he seems to notice before putting two clawed fingers under my chin and stroking my skin softly. His touch is electric, the heat radiating from his skin like a furnace sends shivers all the way down my back.
"You have nothing to fear from me, little one." Just these words alone seem to calm me, but did he just hear my thoughts? Are those no longer my own anymore either? Through some great effort I part my lips.
"Are you...are you in my head?" I ask very softly.
"No. I have many gifts but that is not one of them." I sigh, perhaps a little too vigorously, at these words.
"So...what now? I know that...I know you're my mate. I can feel it. But what happens now. I feel so fulfilled but...it's like I can't even think straight anymore." He smiles down at me and suddenly reaches an arm around my back, pulling me close to his chest. His aroma drives me mad with lust and longing, so much so that my hands quickly reach around him as best I can and cling tightly.
"The feeling will pass somewhat, don't worry. It's very rare for a human or any other species to be mated to a demon, so you'll need to adjust. But now we need to return to my home." I instinctually nod at his words. The thought doesn't even occur to me to say goodbye to my new friends, arrange things with work, or even return my car to the street in front of my apartment. Then a fleeting hint of those thoughts flash across my mind, bringing me to my senses once more.
"The Underworld...I...what about my job...my friends..." My eyes plead with him to see my reasoning and need to not leave behind yet another world I've come to call home. To lose everything I know and love once was bad enough. I truly don't know if I can cope with it twice.
"I understand little one, but I need you to trust me. You will see them again. I promise you." His deep voice vibrates through my bones and rings so true I can hardly believe I doubted his intentions to begin with. I nod once more, and his grip becomes a bit more firm. I can feel his muscles tense, so firm I know he could snap me in two without any effort, and yet his strength is used to protect me. He would never hurt me and I would never hurt him...not that I could even if I tried. Suddenly a blue glow begins to spiral around his arms. I instantly recognize it as the same blue energy that had sent me to this world from my own. It coils down from himself and then around me as well. It feels warm and somehow chaotic, like uncontrolled fire without any searing pain to accompany it. Then my stomach does a flip as my feet leave the ground and it feels like I'm falling again. The blue energy rushes passed the two of us at blinding speeds. I've done this once before but there's no real way to prepare for the sensation. That being said, it is much easier this time having my mate hold me tightly to himself. The energy begins to change color, shifting to a crimson red before my feet slam back down onto solid earth. If it wasn't for his hold on me, I'd be flat on my back the same as when I was first taken to my new home...old home? There's still so many questions I have whirling through my head that I hardly notice the change in scenery. I turn my head to see what must be the Underworld. I gasp softly and hear him laugh in amusement.
"Did you expect fire and brimstone little one?" I don't even reply, staring in awe at the altered city around me. Where tall skyscrapers once stood are now black stoned castles and buildings made of some of the most intricate architecture I've ever seen. The sky is a brilliant display of purple, blue, and red gases swirling in a sea of dazzling stars. Where city lights once stood are now towering pillars of blue fire. Tom had said it was somewhat like our own world but darker. He either seriously downplayed it or truly has no idea what he's in for when he finally makes his first visit.
All around me are thousands of demons, all wearing less modern clothing and more something in line with what I've seen in the fantasy genre. Tunics and cloaks and robes of all sorts. It takes some time for me to notice the stunned looks and hushed whispers as they stare in our direction. I recognize the looks they give as well. The exact same ones I got when I first appeared in my former world. An outsider who's suddenly appeared in their home. Despite this, I can't help but smile at the raw beauty of this place. Darker indeed, but by no means ominous or scary as I had imagined.
I look back to my mate and smile brightly before he leans down and kisses me. His lips press against mine and I feel his heat flow into me. The same electric feeling from his touch is amplified by a hundred, making my knees quake out of yearning and need. It's like he's infecting my body with his desire to take me. His rough, black beard scrapes deliciously against my skin and lips. I find myself kissing him back, hungrily wanting to taste him as much as I can and the lust filled thoughts only grow in intensity. I want to taste all of him. I want him to have me in every way imaginable. To defile me in every dirty way he knows how. His tongue suddenly parts my lips and dives inside, turning my mind to mush in a matter of seconds. His tongue is rough and wild, dominating me and claiming me as his property. It slides and squirms into every corner of my mouth before delving deeper into my throat, reaching deeper than any orc or dragon beastman ever has. I've never wanted to be owned by somebody more in my entire life and feel myself, rather embarrassingly, approaching my climax. Just then he pulls his tongue free and takes a few steps back, panting and huffing like a beast in rut.
"I'm sorry little one...huff...I could not help myself with you so close." I gasp and let out a soft whine, not wanting him to stop under any circumstance but a few moments after being separated I start to regain some self control. He smiles, almost wickedly down at me and puts a thick arm around my shoulders before we set off down the street, the blue flames atop the pillars illuminating us in a cool glow as we pass under them. "I have a lot to explain to you, so bear with me please. Try and save your questions to the end."
"Okay." I nod slowly, unsure if I'll be able to hold back the tidal wave of questions already reeling inside of me.
"I'll start at the beginning then." He draws in a deep breath and tightens his grip on my shoulders. "I've searched for you for almost two hundred years now. For the longest time I assumed I was somehow not destined to be mated to anyone. I never felt that pull towards another like all demons and their mates do. Just a sense of dissatisfaction. But I refused to give up searching, and once I had traveled both worlds twice over I realized you weren't anywhere. And yet, I still couldn't give up. There are some magic users here in The Underworld that practice advanced tracking and teleportation beyond what is considered possible. Most are ignored and disregarded as frauds, but I knew of one whom my family had trusted for various acts of good grace in the past. I sought him out and together we performed a ritual in order to find you and bring you to me. It worked...mostly. You weren't taken to me directly, but instead the world neighboring my own. But it brought you close enough for me to start looking again. Six months later and here you are, finally found."
I have to bite my tongue several times to prevent myself interrupting him and asking a new question. But it all seems to add up. We both felt unsated by our lives for some strange reason, only it wasn't some strange reason. We were mates separated by a distance too great to overcome...until he performed whatever this ritual was in order to bring me here. "Things are not completely settled however." I perk up at this, giving him a quizzical look, but through some effort stay silent until he's spoken again. "For one we still need to actually mate and become bonded, but that isn't the complicated part I suspect. I happen to be one of many reigning princes here in The Underworld...and my father passed over three hundred years ago. But in order for me to take over as a Lord to The Underworld I must be mated. Now that you're here I can." At this I can no longer hold my tongue.
"Prince? I...what does that mean for me then? I-I never wanted to be something so...well important." To his credit, he doesn't seem the least bit annoyed or angry at being interrupted. If anything, he seems fully understanding of my apprehension at being the mate to royalty.
"It doesn't have to mean anything for you. If you choose to reign at my side then that is what we'll do. If you choose to leave that to me while you continue a simple job and life above then so be it. I will not force you into anything. Not after forcing you to be here." He pauses and seems to look very guilty, hanging his head lower. "I was so blinded by getting you, I didn't consider what I'd be taking from you. Your family. Your career. Your whole life." He stops walking entirely, keeping his crimson eyes on the ground, unwilling to meet my gaze. I hadn't really had the chance to think about it, but in truth I should be outraged. He did take my whole life away from me. I lost my friends, family...everything...and had to start all over. But the longer I think about it, the less anger I'm capable of feeling. I was never happy then. Sure all those people I loved brought fleeting moments of happiness to me but they could never fulfill me. There was always the most important piece missing.
"Hey...I'm not angry with you. Yes, I miss them terribly, but maybe this ritual magic you used to get me here can make it possible for me to go back and see them. At least tell them that I'm okay" He looks even more dejected than before.
"It can't. Magic that powerful only has one use. Then it can never be done again or undone. I sealed your fate." I consider these words carefully, again weighing the need to be enraged and the need to see pragmatically.
"I'm still not angry with you then. Maybe angry that fate seems to have forced us so far apart to begin with which led you to making that choice. But we were meant to be together, right? I felt the same frustration with my life that you did. It was like living under a heavy veil every second of every day. And ever since coming here it's like I can breathe again. I'll miss my family more than you might ever realize, but I wouldn't change a thing you've done." He finally lifts his eyes and looks at me, seemingly not believing a word I've said. A few more seconds and his expression lightens, knowing that I, in fact, do mean every word. He leans in to kiss me again, but this one is different. This one is filled with tenderness and compassion. I return it in kind, caressing his chest gently before we break apart again.
"I thought surprises would be over once I met my mate, but you've proven that you still hold a good many surprises left. We're nearly to my home, let's go." I smile softly up at him and nod before we return to our walk. The whispering and surprised expressions of the other demons looking at me bother me much less than when I had first been branded as the visitor from another world six months ago. Mostly because I've grown a bit accustomed to it. In one way it is different though. Their shock seems to extend to the both of us. Perhaps they haven't seen this particular reigning prince in quite a long time. After all it would be rather shocking to see him finally return with a mate at long last, and a human one at that.
"They're all staring." I say quietly as we pass a large group of demons all evidently in the middle of a ritual of sorts.
"Of course they are. Their prince is now their Lord, and they're looking at his consort for the first time." He says it so matter of factly; I hardly have time to determine whether I like being called the consort of a Lord. "I noticed you've become aware of the changes your body has gone through." At this a redness creeps up over my cheeks and along my ears causing me to look down at my feet as we walk. That's right...I have a womb now...with his mark.
"I...I d-don't know if it's something I really want..." For the first time he almost seems irritated with my response and uses his free arm to hook underneath my legs and hoist me up, now carrying me bridal style towards a large castle quickly approaching.
"Nonsense. You forget that when it comes to demons and their mates, there are no accidents. We were born to love what the other has to offer...to be what the other desires most. And if your body developed a womb on its own without any interference from me then that means only one thing..." He brings his face close to mine, his hot breath hitting my neck, making me shiver. "You want me to ravish you like the good little whore you are. You want me to spread your legs and fill your cunt to the brim with my fat cock. You want me to pour in gallons and gallons of fiery demon sludge until you're pregnant with our children." By the time he finishes speaking my hole is leaking and twitching more than it ever has. He's right. I want it...I want him so badly it almost hurts. My insides convulse at the flashes of lewd, dirty scenarios playing through my mind...some much more kinky than even I expected them to get. I couldn't really want him to...but I do. Every perverted thought is something I want to become reality and judging by the way he licks his lips and growls so close to me says I'm going to get my wish. "Don't worry little one. We'll give each other exactly what we want. But first, let me introduce you to our home."
I look over and see that we've finally reached the castle we'd been making our way towards. It's so grand my eyes hardly know where to start looking. The tall towers are all angled sharply, like arrowheads reaching for the sky. Entirely made of black stone that glitters in the swirling mass of the cosmos above us. In terms of scale it doesn't seem as large as some of the other castles and structures in the city we just wandered through, but it's certainly the most elegant. Closer inspection reveals rune-like symbols etched into the stone along every spire, following the corners and edges of each like an outline of the castle's silhouette. Just one look tells anyone that this is the home of royalty. I look back to him and a slight smirk gives away his desire to show off for me a bit. Despite his confidence and self-assuredness, he clearly wants me to like it, which is no difficult task.
"It's incredible...wait...I just realized I don't know your name." How could I have gone with him to the Underworld and to his home without ever even asking his name. I knew he was my mate instantly, that he would bring me happiness and was my missing piece...but somehow didn't think to ask for his name.
"My name is Alexander, and don't worry I know yours as well Adam. But I suspect you'll be calling me daddy more often than not. Perhaps a few other nicknames as well." I begin to blush again, squirming in his grip, before he starts to walk inside the massive set of onyx double doors. "Take a good look at this place little one. This is where I'll ruin you in ways you could never even imagine. This is where I'll indulge your darkest fantasies. And this is where I'll put a baby in your belly."
I can hardly stand it, the words he pours into me, making me practically writhe in his arms. I need him. I need to see all of him. To feel all of him. Taste all of him. We move swiftly through narrow and wide passages, all lit with torches or glowing crystalline pillars, but the setting becomes a blur to me as my focus hones in on him alone. The way his chest and arms flex with every step. The jet black hair poking out from the top of his tunic and thick beard only barely concealing his lusty smile. Then suddenly he kicks open another set of double doors revealing a bedroom. Well...I suppose calling it that doesn't quite do him or the room justice. Royal chambers has a better ring to it really.
A massive bed with four posts, black and red silky sheets and blankets, and drawn back canopy has an almost ominous presence. Most likely because I know what's going to happen there. The room is tiered into a lower and upper section. The lower section closest to the door holds the bed and two black leather couches. The upper tier is led to by two sets of stone staircases on either side of the bed. There I can see rows of bookshelves filled with tomes and scrolls, some having a feel of ancientness I can't quite describe. The left side of the room has a series of narrow, tall windows facing the city and above us is a skylight giving the perfect view of the gorgeous multicolored sky.
"Does it please you my love?" His words startle me somewhat as I'm shaken from my stupor. I nod vigorously in response.
"Everything here is just...incredible. I've never seen something so impressive." He grins down at me in a way that makes me gulp loudly before he tosses me with ease onto the soft bed.
"Oh I think I have something you'll find better." I sit up and almost tell him to stop as his hands begin to unlace his tunic. My mind has barely been able to hold together just from his words and his closeness to me. I'm genuinely afraid of what his body might do to me. And even more so what comes after he undresses. Even still, my words catch in my throat. My desire far too strong for me to actually tell him to stop.
He pries his tunic open revealing his chest and abs. My mouth goes dry from the sheer masculinity on display. The dusting of hair runs down his entire torso, thickening just above the tight leather pants he still wears. His muscles are godly or...well I suppose that wouldn't be the right word for a demon but still. Adonis doesn't even begin to describe his thick, powerful muscles all glistening with sweat. A slight layer of fat covers his muscles giving him a very bulky appearance rather than a lean one which only turns me on even more.
"That's it slut...keep your eyes on me." The way he flips between calling me little one and love to slut and whore feels so natural and yet, makes me shiver with pleasure. It's like he doesn't want me to become accustomed to him. Like he wants me constantly adjusting to something new. His hands delicately pull at the strings to his pants. Slowly, so painfully slowly he unties them and when they're freed enough he stops, instead moving lower to remove the almost knee high boots he wears.
"P-Please..." I find myself sputtering out. I swear his eyes begin to glow a bit brighter as I say this along with a smirk that can only be described as devilish.
"Please what, little one? Should I put my clothes back on?" I nearly leap off the bed, crawling forward so that I'm on my hands and knees. I don't even realize I'm raising my ass up as I do, truly going into heat as I wriggle it back and forth almost imperceptibly.
`No! Please...ahh...please don't tease me anymore. Let me see." He kicks off his boots, revealing the sharp looking claws of his toes as he steps inch by inch towards the bed.
"Let you see...what?" My heart begins to hammer in my chest. I know what this means. If I give in now it means I'm through. If I see what he's packing under that sizable bulge I'll be done for. I'll spread my legs and let him ravish me until he's knocked me up with as many kids as he can. But there's no stopping it. He's mine and I'm his.
"Please daddy...let me see your cock...please I can't st-" Before I've even finished speaking he yanks his pants down to his ankles and my mouth gapes in awe. His manhood is both terrifying and gorgeous. A thick, red, veiny shaft, already nine inches long and as thick as my wrist, sways between his legs. Small, dull spines run down the length of his shaft on either side...what must it feel like to have those digging into my insides...I shake my head as I try to regain control, but it's no use. Sweat drips from his hairy balls, both the size of grapefruits, as they pulse and churn up his demonic seed. He approaches methodically until he's directly in front of me, his slowly swelling manhood dangling inches from my open mouth. The heat radiates onto me as drool pools up along my tongue and threatens to spill from my mouth. Then I take a deep breath and nearly black out.
The scent of his cock is the most intoxicating thing I've ever been graced with in my life. It's as if his scent is a living creature, spiraling up through my nostrils and pouring itself down into my lungs. Heady...musky...almost spicy. My eyes water as they roll back into my head and his aroma brands itself on my insides. Beastmen have said in the past that their scents would never rub off until another beastman covered it with theirs but this...this is more than just dirty talk and a hint of the truth. This is pure unadulterated fact. Just smelling him this close has truly branded me with his scent in a way that will never go away. And then without a word the head of his cock is sliding across my tongue.
The flavor is salty...fiery...bitter and yet...almost sickeningly sweet. If I thought the smell of him was permanently imprinted into me then I don't even know how to describe this feeling. I mean, what's more permanent than forever? Because whatever that is, is what he's just done to me. I'll never forget or get rid of his taste for as long as I live. In the midst of this whirlwind of sensations I don't even notice that I'm cumming hands free into my jeans and jockstrap. It's such a secondary feeling to everything that is this perfect, terrifying, alpha male sinking his cock into my mouth. Those dull barbs grind against the inside of my esophagus once he starts diving down into my throat, his steady pace not easing up or slowing down for anything, and thanks to the changes to my body there's no reason for him to. I don't gag with the exception of muffled groans that wetly escape my lips around his dick. And before I know it his thick bush of pubes is grinding into my nose, his entire length buried in my throat.
"That's a good boy...my precious little one...my perfect slut. You look beautiful with my cock in your throat." His voice brings my eyes up to his which seems to elicit a deep growl from him. I moan like a complete whore as I feel his cock swelling even larger as it sits inside me, those spines extending outwards slightly to catch at the inside of my throat. He lifts a finger above my head and a red glowing energy spirals out. I can't look back to see with his entire length down my throat but can feel my clothes disappearing. His soft grunts and growls become more intense and animalistic as they do until all that's left is my jockstrap. "Fuckkk...you're perfect my little one."
How can he even think that? In comparison to him I'm nothing, but I suppose that's the nature of mates for demons. We are each exactly what the other wants in a partner. His large hand suddenly comes down onto my head, gripping my hair firmly before he starts to drag his dick out of my throat. The feeling nearly gets me to start cumming all over again. Each of those spines dragging and prodding at my soft insides as he slips each inch out. My eyes cross as I try to look at his perfect cock emerging from me and when it finally pops free from my lips I gasp in shock. It's close to fourteen inches, throbbing and pulsing aggressively as precum oozes from the head. It's perfection.
"You're so...fuck...y-you're so perfect...I can-glmmm!" I manage to say before he shoves the entire thing back down my throat and he starts thrusting.
"I'm sorry my love...I can't help it...graahhhh! You're so much more beautiful than I imagined-mmmfff!" He uses both hands to grip the sides of my face and starts to skullfuck me. Pleasure builds up in my chest, along the lining in my throat, and in my own cock as he rocks his hips back and forth. It's like a second g-spot has formed in my throat and only his cock can reach it. Then after a few minutes of this he pulls nearly his entire length free, leaving only the head sitting on my tongue. Then a sickening glugging sound fills the room as his balls lift up. This is it...
I watch a slight bulge in his cock travel down his shaft and into my mouth, my heart pounding so hard I'm sure I'll die of a heart attack any moment and then his molten hot, thick, sludgy cum erupts into my mouth. Just one spurt fills my cheeks to capacity and forces itself deep into my throat. I was a fool to think the taste of his dick was as good as anything could get because this is unimaginably wonderful. The same taste amplified a million fold. And it doesn't stop. Three spurts. Ten. Twenty. I was addicted after the first and it's only getting worse as it goes. Around the twenty fourth shot of spunk it finally ends. Sticky gunk pooling up in my stomach and dribbling down my chin. He's panting and huffing like a beast above me, grinning like a man who's conquered his prey before he pulls himself free once more and I gasp for breath.
"Hahhh...huffff...you really were designed for me. Nobody has ever brought me such satisfaction." His demeanor shifts slightly and he kneels in front of me, now face to face as he caresses my cheek. "Your throat is better than any hole I've ever taken, little one." He plants his lips on mine and slithers his tongue deep into my throat, his musky load getting scooped up into his own mouth as we kiss. My eyes suddenly widen as one of his hands reaches back to grip my ass. Then another grips the other cheek and he spreads them wide. The cool air hits my hole and I flush deeply as a dribble of fluid drips out. It would seem my auto lubrication is only getting more pronounced now that I'm finally with my mate. His tongue lathers around the inside of my throat, squirming and diving deep as I moan like a bitch in heat...honestly...this feeling...maybe I really am in heat. Then I whimper into his mouth loudly when a clawed finger dips inside of my asshole. A shudder runs up my spine making me tremble all over as his finger sinks all the way inside and he finally pulls his tongue free.
"Do you want it, my little slut? Do you want daddy to shove his dick inside your pussy?" My face screws up slightly at his words. Something about the way he says this almost feels off. Others have called it that but he says it with such conviction. Then a change occurs in my head and I know it's true. Maybe once it was my asshole but now...it gets wet when I'm aroused. It twitches and itches with need around an alpha more than ever before. And now it's how my mate will impregnate me. That's right...I have a pussy that belongs to this flawless man in front of me.
"Y-Yes sir...ahhhh...f-fuck what are you doing to me?" A second finger slides inside so easily and yet my insides grip him so tightly it's as if I've become a virgin all over again.
"I'm not doing anything...well aside from the obvious. Your body is simply accepting its role." He pushes in a third finger and I arch my back for him now that his dull claws are scraping against my prostate, my own dick rock hard as it throbs in the pouch of my jockstrap. "And your role is to take me in any form I choose, slut." My brow purses as he says this. Any form? What is that supposed to mean? But I don't have time to think about it before he yanks his fingers free and I whine needily.
"N-No please..." He chuckles darkly and circles around the side of the bed before crawling on, his heavy, fat cock swaying between his legs with every move. Then he mounts me from behind, tugging at my waist so my face is down against the silky sheets and his member is nestled between my cheeks. The heat pouring off his skin against mine, especially my pussy, makes me sigh with need and satisfaction.
"Get ready my love, I won't be able to hold back. I'm going to ruin you. Turn this pussy of yours into my own personal breeding hole. I'll coat every inch of your insides with my cum and make sure a day doesn't go by without you being good and knocked up." He starts rocking his hips to hotdog my asscheeks, the tip of his cock occasionally probing at my boy pussy but maddeningly slipping passed each time it does. "I have a rather unique form of magic at my disposal, you know. Turn your head and look." I do as he says and look back, my vision fixating on his massive fourteen inch cock between my cheeks. Then I blink in surprise as it starts to morph and swell in size. The slightly tapered head begins to widen into a large flare and a medial ring forms around the middle of his shaft. He's altered his cock into a hybrid of a demon's and a horse, the new size reaching at least sixteen inches and still with all the same dull spines running along each side. I should be fearful, even with the experience I've gained from my time with centaurs, and yet I know I have nothing to be afraid of. I was built for this. I was born for this.
"H-how did you..." I manage to get out before he starts pressing that flared head against the entrance of my pussy. I gasp as it stretches it wider and wider. Then with a gentle nudge it wetly pops inside of me.
"I can alter my form at will, little one. In the hours to come, I will make sure there is nothing you haven't experienced from me. I'll impregnate you with this first, but then I'll take pleasure in knotting you as well. I'll fill every hole of yours with writhing tentacles. And I won't stop there. I enjoy inhabiting the powerful forms of beasts as well. You'll soon know what is to be taken by a stallion in rut. A hellhound claiming it's bitch. A dragon in need of a slut to lay his clutch of eggs. I told you...I'm going to ruin you little one." And with my whole body quaking as each scenario plays out in my head he thrusts firmly and sinks his entire length into me.
His flared head reaches the entrance to my womb and spreads it open to push inside with ease. A direct path to put his babies inside of me. I grip the sheets firmly as another orgasm tears through my body, this one more intense than the previous as I feel it spread to every part of me all the way down to my toes. My insides grip him tightly, molding into the shape of his horse cock but I know that will do me no good. He'll soon change it or his entire body into something else completely. I'll truly never be able to adjust to his size or shape for as long as we live. He starts to drag his fat cock back out of me and I arch my back so far I'm nearly looking back at him with my head titled so far. Those barbs are the most insidiously pleasurable thing I've ever felt...well...aside from literally everything else about my mate.
Then he starts thrusting, using both hands to grip my cheeks and keep them spread wide. His heavy balls smack into me with every thrust, reminding me of how much larger he is than me in almost every way possible. He continues on for several minutes before he tilts me onto my side and hikes up one of my legs over his shoulder. This new angle seems to hit points I didn't realize existed until now. Then I feel a warm rush of heat pouring into me. I think he's already started to cum but the look on his face tells me it's just the first couple waves of precum gushing into me doing god knows what to my biology.
"You know-unffff! I can change you too with my magic if you wish it. Mmmnn!" I gulp, wondering what plans he might have for me or what he might want to change. The way he says this makes me think it's simply an offering to change anything I want rather than anything he wants. Even still the thought of him altering me...maybe permanently...sends a new wave of shudders through my body. Then he changes positions again, lifting me like I weigh absolutely nothing, into a full nelson. I writhe and squirm, testing his strength and it's unbearably hot knowing that I couldn't stop him even if I wanted to. He has full control. If he wants to cum inside me balls deep he will. If he wants to alter my body he will. If he wants to do any number of things to me he will. Then he suddenly stops with his cock throbbing deep inside my womb.
"Nfff here it c-comes whore!" Oh god...this is it...he's really gonna do it. He's going to cum so deep inside of me that there isn't even a fraction of a chance I'll escape getting knocked up. I hear that familiar sound of gurgling and churning as his balls push his cum up into his cock. Then I feel that slight bulge travel upwards inside of my body. Oh no...oh fuck...
"Ahhhhnnn! H-Hold on-" Then with a fiery burst he unloads into my womb. The sound alone is enough to overcome me with my fourth handsfree orgasm. Disgusting squelches and gurgling as he pumps it directly into me. I can feel it all flowing inside, swelling my abdomen with the sheer volume. I can't be sure since the anatomy is slightly new to me, but I can swear I feel his cum pouring up into my fallopian tubes to drown my ovaries in his seed. It tingles in a way no one elses cum ever has, almost...almost like I can feel his potent sperm swimming around inside of me, searching for their target. Gouts of semen begin to spill from my boy pussy over his pulsing balls while even more excess shoots up my guts past the point where my insides offshoot to my womb. Then the tingling begins to intensify.
"Wh-gahhhhh...what is th-that?" He doesn't answer me, simply grunting and growling as he claims his bitch for himself. Then a pang of pleasure tears through me like a lightning bolt, bringing on my fifth orgasm.
"Yessss! Did you feel that, my love! Unmmffff! I know you can feel my swimmers penetrating your eggs, getting you pregnant! No other man can make you feel something like this. Only me-unghhh!" My eyes widen as I realize he's right. Somehow I can actually feel it happening. He's already addicted me to his sight, his scent, his cum...and now he's addicting me just to the sensation of being impregnated by him. He was certainly right...this man will ruin me...again and again because I won't be able to live without him ever again.
After a few minutes pass he finally finishes completely, his pulsing horse hybrid cock still throbbing inside my pussy and womb. I sigh contently as he leans back, taking me with him so that I'm lying atop his chiseled chest and torso with my back to him. His hands caress and rub my swollen belly and the both of us pant in the aftermath of what's just happened.
"How many children do you think I just pumped into your belly, little one? Three? Four?" I blush bright red and turn to look back at him. He looks so in love I can't help returning the same notion, smiling from ear to ear.
"It f-felt like four, but it was a little hard to tell." He chuckles in that deep tone of his which makes me squeeze my insides around his dick a little more firmly.
"Oh don't do that my precious slut. If you get me going again I'll give you more than just a horse cock to contend with." The scene plays out in my head in an instant and I involuntarily squeeze tighter around his manhood. "Nmmmm...fine then. If you want it so badly then I think it's time you take a true stallion. By the time we're through tonight I'll have put a legion of demons in your belly."
To Be Continued...