For a fleeting, horrifying moment, their bodies were in perfect, devastating sync, coming together in a parody of union.
Then, it was over. Ross relaxed his grip, his breathing heavy in her ear.
Miku was left filled, utterly and irrevocably.
The stark, wet reality of his seed deep within her was more than a physical sensation; it was a new, terrifying weight to carry, a seed of future horror planted in the most special manner.
It was a brand, a claim, and a promise of a nightmare yet to come.
As she lay there, the cold dread seeping back into her veins, she knew the world outside was no longer the only thing she had to fear.
The greatest threat was now growing inside her.
Still, this was only a threat since Ross would not do his women like that.
He would only allow them to get pregnant if they wanted to and not give them additional trauma of having a baby out of force.
