Nyra's body was wrecked. Bent over the table again, legs spread so wide her hips had long since started to cramp—but Allen didn't care. Or rather, he couldn't. He wasn't thinking. He wasn't reacting. Just fucking.
Brutal. Robotic. Endless.
That ogre cock slammed into her with the force of a charging beast, dragging along her slick walls with every monstrous ridge and bulge. It was a monstrosity sculpted to destroy, and Nyra's pussy? A crumbling shrine being reduced to rubble with every punishing thrust.
"Fuck! F-fuck, fuck, FUCK ME—!" she howled, claws digging into the table until wood splintered under her fingers. "My womb—gods above, it's in my fucking womb!"
SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP
Her ass rippled wildly, echoing with every strike of his hips. Her tail had gone limp, twitching with every orgasm as if trying to flee her own body.
Allen grabbed her waist, his voice still flat, still cold.
