Chapter 344- Pumped To Depth

Chapter 344: Chapter 344- Pumped To Depth

Twelve inches. Twelve inches of thick, dark, veined, pre-cum-dripping cock hanging above her, the head crimson and enormous, the girth wider than her fist could close around.

"’That’s mine now,’" he said.

Her whole body shuddered.

"’It was always mine,’" she said back. Her voice came out cracked.

He grabbed her wrists.

Both of them. He pulled them above her head, pressing them into the furs, his body descending over hers. His chest against her enormous tits, the pale flesh spreading under his weight, the elongated nipples dragging against his pecs. His hips between her thighs, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance.

"’Wait—’" she gasped. "’Twelve inches—I’ve never—even I’ve never—’"

He thrust.

PAH—

The head drove through her entrance. Her pussy, demon-slick and loose from years of use, still stretched obscenely around the twelve-inch girth. The walls of her cunt spread to their absolute limit, the pressure making her vision white out.

"’HYAAAAAAK—HNNGH—AAANGH~!!’"

Four inches. Five. Six. He drove forward continuously, not stopping, burying himself inch by inch into her demon cunt. The walls of her pussy parted around him, the slick and pre-cum creating a wet, crushing friction that dragged against every nerve in her channel.

"’TOO—TOO THICK—HNNGH—’" she screamed.

Seven inches. Eight. He felt her cervix. The hard barrier pressed against the swollen head, the entrance to her demon womb closed tight around the intrusion.

He drove through it.

PAAAH—

"’HYAAAAAK—AAANGH—HAAAIYAANGH~~!!’"

Twelve inches. All of it. The full length buried inside a Throne Bishop demon who had once commanded rooms and armies and men, now pinned under him with her wrists in his hands, her wings spread wide across the furs, her tail thrashing against the bed.

She was full.

Completely, overwhelmingly, obscenely full. The head of him was pressing against the deepest wall of her womb, the shaft filling every centimeter of her channel, her pussy lips stretched white around the base, his balls pressed flat against her ass.

He began to fuck her.

PAH—

"’HYAAAK—’"

PAH—PAH—

"’HNNGH—AAANGH—’"

PAAAH—

"’HAAAIYAANGH~~!!’"

He held her wrists above her head. He didn’t let go. He pinned her there, her enormous tits crushed under his chest, her wings struggling, her tail whipping against his legs, her demon body completely overpowered by a human man who had stolen her own power and turned it back on her.

His hips became a blur.

The twelve inches withdrawing to the crown, then driving back to the root in one brutal, continuous stroke. The sound of it was liquid and violent—a deep, wet, cracking PAH that echoed off the stone walls. The bed frame hit the wall.

PAHPAHPAH—

"’HYAAAK—HNNGH—AAANGH—HAAAIYAANGH—’"

Her enormous tits swung wildly with each impact, the elongated pink nipples slapping against his chest and her own chin. Her pussy gushed continuously—the aphrodisiac ability keeping her arousal at a level that made her body unable to stop producing slick. It ran from her stretched cunt in rivers, soaking the furs beneath her, dripping from his balls on each withdrawal.

"’You stole my power,’" she gasped between thrusts. Her voice came out broken, shattered, the Throne Bishop authority dissolved into a breathless, trembling mess. "’You—HAAANGH—you used it on—HNNGH—me—’"

"’I synthesized it,’" he said against her ear. His voice was completely even. "’Everything you have is mine now.’"

She opened her mouth.

He thrust to the root.

PAAAH—

"’HAAAAAAIYAANGH~!!’"

The twelve-inch head smashed against the deepest wall of her womb. Her spine arched so violently her shoulders left the bed. Her wings snapped fully extended, cracking like gunshots, the golden feathers scattering. Her tail wrapped around his waist and ’pulled’, dragging him deeper despite her screams.

Her body wanted him deeper while her mouth told him to stop.

He fucked harder.

PAHPAHPAAAH—

"’HNNGH—AAANGH—I’M—SOMETHING—MY—WOMB—’"

In the kitchen, the thick mother stopped stirring.

The sound had woken her from the hallway. She stood with the wooden spoon in her hand, her enormous tits hanging inside the thin shift she’d found, her thighs still sore, her pussy still leaking his load from yesterday. She listened to the screams. She recognized the sound.

She had made that sound yesterday.

She stirred again.

In the bath, the daughter sat in the cooling water, her small tits above the surface, her hairy pussy still tender. She heard the screams through the wall and pressed her knees together. Her hand moved toward herself.

She stopped it.

She pressed her knees together harder.

In the chamber, Soha sat against the wall with her pregnant belly resting in her lap, eating an apple. She watched the fucking with calm, dark eyes. She had set up her position at a considered angle. She could see everything.

She took a bite of apple.

"’Twelve inches,’" she said to herself.

She took another bite.

On the bed, Cruxius released the succubus’s wrists.

His hands moved to her enormous tits. He grabbed them, his fingers sinking into the pale flesh, pressing the elongated nipples into his palms. He used Aphrodisiac Touch again—both palms, full intensity, flooding both breasts simultaneously.

"’HYAAAK—HAAANGH—STOP—THAT’S—TOO MUCH—’"

Her cunt clenched around his twelve inches with the force of a vice. The walls of her demon pussy contracted so hard the friction made him groan, his hips faltering for one second before driving harder.

"’DON’T—STOP—USING—THAT—ABILITY—’"

She didn’t know if she wanted him to stop or continue.

Her body had decided for her.

Her pussy squirted.

Not a drip. Not a gush. A violent, forceful spray of clear demonic slick that fired around his shaft on both sides, hitting his abs and her own belly in twin arcs, soaking everything within reach. Her orgasm hit her like a wall—full, total, the complete collapse of a Throne Bishop demon.

"’HYAAAAAAK—HNNGH—AAANGH—HAAAIYAANGH—I’M—I’M—’"

He kept fucking.

He fucked her through the orgasm, his hips driving the twelve-inch shaft through the clenching, gushing chaos of her demon cunt, his balls slapping against her ass in wet, loud cracks.

PAHPAHPAAAH—

Her screams became continuous.

Not individual cries anymore. A long, unbroken, rolling moan that carried every shade of sound—pain and overwhelm and something the Throne Bishop had never felt before from a single man inside her.

He thrust one final time.

The deepest yet. His hips pressed fully against her ass, the twelve inches buried to the absolute root, his balls flat against her skin.

He came.

The load was not like before.

With the incubus ability active, the output had amplified. The first pulse hit the deepest wall of her womb and made her body lurch. The second filled her completely. The third made the outline of her belly shift visibly—a subtle distension, the skin of her stomach pushing outward as her womb filled beyond capacity. The cum ran from her stretched cunt in immediate, thick rivers, white and heavy, pooling under her ass in a spreading lake.

"’HYAAAK—HNNGH—SO MUCH—STOP—I’M—FULL—’"

He held the position.

Pumping. Each pulse making her body jerk. Her wings lay flat. Her tail had gone completely still. Her golden eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites rimmed by gold, her tongue lolling against her lower lip, saliva running down her chin.

Finally, he pulled out.

The withdrawal was obscene. Twelve inches dragging from her stretched cunt, the cum and slick pouring in an immediate, continuous flood from the gaping hole. The entrance stayed wide open—the ring of her demon pussy simply unable to close after the twelve-inch stretch—the cum visibly leaking from deep inside her.

He stood.