My nipples throbbed against his chest, drinking in the manly feel of him. It made me feel so feminine. So womanly.
I was ripe and fertile, ready to be bred by my husband.
I broke the kiss to moan, "Yes, yes, yes, Sven! I want your seed in me. I want you to breed me!"
"Yes!" he growled, thrusting harder, my words inflaming him. His blue eyes smoldered as they stared down at me.
I could drown in them.
"I want your cum spurting in me. So hot! You're going to claim me fully! You're going to take what my father craved."
He grinned and hammered me. "I stole you from him."
"Seduced me from him!" I whimpered.
"I made you mine!" he growled, his voice so throaty, his passion building.
"Yours!" I whimpered. "So cum in me! You're my husband now. Claim me! Breed your wife, Sven! Breed your princess's cunt! It's yours! I need it! Give it to me!"
"Gods, yes!"
He buried into me. His cock sank to the hilt in me. I felt every inch of him in me, his dick twitching in my silky sheath. His face contorted in rapture. His mouth opened as he groaned out in bliss.
Hot cum spurted into my fertile depths.
My orgasm rippled through me at the first hot splash against my cervix. I whimpered as my cunt milked his dick, drawing out every drop of his spunk to breed my pussy. I knew as my pleasure swept through my body that we were creating a child.
The God Krab would be pleased.
My pussy spasmed so hard about his dick. I wrung out every drop of cum as he groaned above me. Our bodies heaved together as we shared our pleasure. Rapture swept through me. It melted my mind as I gasped and groaned.
"Sven! Sven! Yes!"
"My princess!" he groaned. "My sweet Ava!"
Our lips met in another kiss. My eyes squeezed shut. Tears of joy flowed as I trembled beneath him. I was his. I was free. What a wondrous day. Around us, the rest of our wives celebrated. I shuddered, eager for more pleasure.
Eager to love all my new spouses.
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The Watcher
I hooted as I stared at the temple. Magic rippled through the air. Whatever purpose they needed from Luben, they gained. Soon, they would return to the Temple of Krab. The God of Craftsmen sent unease rippling through my body contorted into the form of the owl. I clutched onto the hundreds and hundreds of feathers, holding the shape as I watched.
The Paragon needed to send our brethren immediately. What could be made could be unmade. And none understood those principals more than Krab and his followers. Our creator's phylactery lay in peril.
The Paragon must risk confrontation. The humans who possessed it couldn't know its true powers. Couldn't understand how Father's soul could be used. It was a mistake to use proxies to protect ourselves. Time was running out.
"Hurry!" I screeched at a frequency of sound too high-pitched for the humans to hear. "They are getting closer to gaining Krab's favor."
"Help is coming," came the Paragon's answer.
To be continued...
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