First..." My voice sliced through the desperate whimpers of the women like a blade through silk. The air itself seemed to still, every breath held as they waited for my command. "I need to take care of Agatha."
A pause. Let them understand.
"Her situation is... special."
My fingers twitched at my sides, picturing how her pregnant pussy would choke my dick—warm, snug, wet with the secretion of a woman nurturing life. Just thinking about it made my erection throb painfully against my skirt.
"Her cunt has got to be opened up..." I murmured while looking at the females. I observed their legs moving closer to what I said.
"So her child can come out easily at birth." Another pause, slower this time, savoring the way their breath hitched. "And I can do both—breed her and restore my energy at the same time."
Ravina didn't hesitate. "As you wish, Dexter."
She turned to Agatha, her voice firm but trembling with anticipation. "Agatha... go to my hut. The King will live there... from now on."
Agatha's hands were already wiping across her swollen belly with her fingers sheltering the curve. Her eyes popped, and her mouth hung open in a soundless "oh". But she didn't contradict. Her head was turned, pointing in agreement with her slow, deliberate movements, and her pregnancy outweighed the hips that each step swung.
My cock was pulsing with such a heavy pulsation that it was almost unbearable.
I didn't care about doubling them, about strategy—right now, all I wanted was to bury myself in that pregnant cunt and feel her walls milk me dry.
I turned to Ravina, my voice rough with need. "Take care of the injured. I'll heal them... once my energy is restored."
She agreed, but I could still read the desire in her eyes, the manner in which her tongue quickly passed over her lips. She was longing to see. That was clear to me from all of them.
To comfort the women, I took out the Soothing Cream I bought for Ruth from the System storage right into my palm. The women ooh'd and ahh'd, staring at the cream with the same reverence that one would reserve for a sacred object.
"It will relieve their discomfort," I said, giving it to Ravina. "Apply it to their wounds. It'll help... until I can heal them properly."
Sabina's voice was a breathless whisper. "Thank you for your grace, my King..."
I didn't answer. I was already moving, following Sabina to Ravina's hut, my cock straining against my skirt with every step. The door flap was tied shut—I tore it aside.
And there she was.
Agatha sat on the stone bed, her legs pressed together, her hands resting on her belly. She looked up as I entered, her eyes widening in shock.
"You are a God..." Her voice was a trembling whisper. "I am so blessed by the ancestors to meet a being like you—"
I didn't let her finish.
I damn near tackled her, arms locked tight around all that soft, pregnant curve, dragging her flush against me. Her belly wedged between us—hot, weighty, didn't matter at all. I wanted every bit of her, crushed right up to me. My hands slid down, found her ass, and squeezed like I needed to anchor myself.
"Hey..." I muttered, lips brushing her ear, breath coming out rough, my cock straining, grinding up on her thigh like I was starving. "Forget everything else. Let me take care of you first."
Agatha's legs were shaking as my hands were moving on her; my fingers were feeling deeply into the soft, mutable skin of her hips. She was very wet, the swelling of her pussy, and the shining of it, the scent of her arousal being so strong that I could even taste it on my tongue.
"Lie down," I said, my voice low and dark, which made her whimper.
She did as I said straight away, her huge, pregnant body going down on the stone bed, her legs turning open as if she was inviting me. Her vagina was still wet, the lips were swollen and shining, and the little opening was moving like a curtain shedding from which being filled. An orgasmic drop of her arousal was moving down her leg, and I growled, seeing it.
"Fucking perfect," I hissed, my cock pulsing painfully against my leaf skirt.
I didn't waste time.
I sank to my knees right between her thighs, hands gliding up, thumbs digging into that plush, trembling flesh flanking her soaked cunt. She let out this sharp gasp—I could swear I felt her shiver—while my breath ghosted over her skin, hot as hell.
"Agatha... your pussy... is dripping so much water," I muttered, squeezing her ass, pulling her open like I needed to see every inch. "I have to get a real closer look..."
Then I crashed my mouth against her, kissing her pussy like I'd been starving for it.
My tongue slid over those plush, slick lips—god, the taste of her, all sweet and filthy at once, went straight to my head. She let out this wild moan, squeezing her thighs around me, grabbing fistfuls of my hair like she was scared 'Id stop.
"Aaaaaaaaah—ahh...!" Agatha gasped, her hips jerking up to meet my mouth. I circled her clit with my tongue, teasing her, then pushed deeper, tasting every inch of her, my mouth working hungrily at her hot, swollen cunt.
"N-Ngh! Aaaaaaaaaah... hm... s-something... is gonna... come out—!" Her voice broke into a desperate wail as I fucked her with my tongue, my nose pressing against her clit.
And then—
"AAAAAAAAAAH—!"
Her body convulsed, her cunt gushing as she squirts hard, her fluids covering my face, her thighs trembling vehemently. "I-I am sorry, my lord...! For peeing—! I-I deserve death! " She groaned, her chest rising, her fingers tearing at the furs under her.
I held her by the legs, my voice a low laugh. "You were not the one to blame, Agatha." I took my pleasure in her. "It's not your fault....." My tongue darted out again, wiping along her folds. " Your peeing like that means..... your pussy is waiting for my cock."
Her breath caught as I got up, my fingers grasping the waist of my leaf skirt. In one eager gesture, I removed it, showing my unpeeled cock—big, veiny, terrifying—already bursting with desire, pre-cum flowing from the head in thick, shiny strings.
Agatha's eyes went all wide, mouth hanging open like she just saw a ghost—except, you know, a very different kind of surprise. "S-So...big..." she stammered, voice barely a squeak, fingers kinda twitching like she couldn't decide if she wanted to reach out or just stare. "A-And it's... different..."
She looked at me like she was trying to solve some sexy riddle, curiosity basically radiating from her. She pushed herself up, her tits—full as hell, heavy, practically begging for attention—jiggling as she leaned in closer. Her fingers hovered, then finally brushed my cock, and she let out this shaky little breath. "It's... hot..." Her teeth dug into her lower lip, thumb smearing the pre-cum at the tip. "And hard..." she murmured, almost like she couldn't quite believe it.
Then she leaned in, her breath hot as she took a closer look.
I slapped my cock against her face—SMACK!
"AH! AAAAAAAH—!" Agatha screamed, her head snapping back before her lips parted on a broken moan. "Ngh—! It's so heavy!"
I clutched her dense black hair in my fingers and pulled her head back just a little to reveal the tender neck of her throat. The smell of her - pregnant musk, a bit of heat, and something sweeter and a bit more delicate -filled my nostrils and made my dick twitch against my leg.
"Agatha," I said in a purr, my free hand around my hurting cock, which I slowly stroked, causing the veins to pop up and getting me more turned on.
"Why don't you be my good little slut and open that pretty mouth of yours for me?" I used my thumb to trace her lower lip, taking the saliva with the thumb. "I want to feel your throat spasming around my cock as you choke on it like an obedient little breeding slut."
My vision blurred with lust as I stared at Agatha's trembling body. The pregnant curves, the glistening pussy, the way her asshole twitched when she spread herself for me - it all short-circuited my brain.
I didn't want explanations anymore. I didn't want excuses. I wanted to degrade her. To use her. To make her body respond, even if her mind couldn't comprehend the filth spilling from my lips.
Agatha's eyes darted to see more of the room, her ribs moving quickly as she drew in a sharp breath, clearly shocked. "In my...my throat?" Her voice got stuck, her fingers as if wanting to claw at the furs on the stone bed. Seeing her tongue dart out to moisten her lips made my cock throb a lot and pre-cum gather at the tip.
I had to find a way to make this sound reasonable - had to get her to want this. "That is what I want to do, to make sure the necessary amount of lubrication is present," I said with a rough voice of feigned concern. "If I am not properly lubricated, then the sliding into your tight pregnant pussy will be like a terrible friction for you to handle."
After that, I looked at her stomach and then at her legs. "And we can't allow that, can we? Not if you are carrying a baby."
Her glance went up to mine, and nervously her lips were quivering. The manner in which she seized her bottom lip made my cock move. "Y-Yes, my King..." She opened her mouth, her breath being short and quick, which would have made her big tits move if they were not already.
With my finger, I pushed the tip of my dick, which was leaking with pre-cum, into her mouth and rubbed the pre-cum on her lips. "Now... take it inside," I said, my voice low and filled with desire. "Pretend with your beautiful mouth that you are the one who is the most pleasing to your King."
She obeyed without hesitation.
Her hot, wet mouth enveloped my cockhead, her tongue swirling around the ridge as I pushed deeper. "Mmmph—! Ngh—!" She gagged immediately, her throat struggling to take me, but I didn't stop. My hips rolled forward, forcing her to take more.
"That's it," I groaned, my fingers tightening in her hair. "Take it all, Agatha. Let me feel that tight little throat of yours milking my cock." I rolled my hips, watching as her eyes watered, her nose pressing against my skin.
The wet, obscene sounds of her gagging filled the hut, her saliva dripping down her chin as I fucked her throat like the filthy hole it was.
"Guh—! Mmmph—! N-Ngh—!" Her hands grabbed at my thighs, and her nails dug in as I fucked her mouth. The way her throat spasmed around my cock gave me a lot of pleasure.
Right after I took out my bright cock from Agatha's throat, there was a thick saliva string connecting her to my tip, which had already broken. Her chest was rising and falling quickly as she fought for air, her pregnant belly moving with each broken breath. Looking at her - burnt and swollen lips, eyes watering, and spit dripping from her chin - made my cock go crazy.
"Such a good throat," I said softly, stroking myself as I looked at her. "But now I want to taste that pregnant pussy while you choke on my cock again. Get on your back, Agatha."
Her eyes widened, but she obeyed immediately, rolling onto her back with a grunt as her massive belly settled between us like an offering. I positioned myself over her, my face hovering above her dripping cunt while my cock loomed over her face.
"Open that mouth wide," I commanded, tapping my cockhead against her lips. "And don't you dare close your legs. I want to see every inch of that pregnant pussy while I fuck your throat."
Agatha exposed her wetness, her shrunken and lustful sphincter flashing beneath. As she let out a gasp of pleasure, her scent - musky, sweet, with hints of pregnancy - filled my nostrils. My tongue already reaching for her that dripped.
As my tongue made Agatha's pregnant pussy a contact point, she convulsed all over. "Nnnnghhh—! M-My Kiiiiing—!," she sighed in a very broken way, my tongue riding her dripping folds as I sampled the musky, sweet, thick, and pregnant mixture. The taste intensified on my tongue—sweet, tart, and pregnant—like ambrosia made for me only.
"Mmmph! G-Guhhh—!" Agatha was choking fiercely as I went further into her throat and pulled out with force and great precision.
The sound of my balls hitting her chin was getting louder and louder with every slap—SMACK! SMACK!—each hit making her eyes water to a higher degree. "Nghhh—! Mmmph—! I-I c-cannn' t-otally—" Her muffled cries were shaking my cock, and the delighted shivers were running down my spine.
"You can," I said firmly to her vagina, accompanied by a groan and my tongue darting around her clit before going in deep. "And you will."
In the way her legs shook, in the way her swollen belly gasped for air with every breath—that all made my cock stir even more in her throat.
"Mmmph! G-Guhhh—! P-Please, my Kiiiiing—! It' s t-too d-deep—!" Agatha's hands suddenly went to my thighs, her nails digging into me as she tried to move me away, but I caught her wrists, unyielding, and pressed her down on the fur. "Nghhh—! Mmmph—! I-I'm g-going t-to ppee..—!"
"You're gonna what?" I snarled, my tongue flicking her clit mercilessly as I rammed my cock deeper into her throat. "Choke? Vomit? Squirt all over my face?" I slapped her clit with my tongue, making her entire body jerk. "Do it. I dare you."
"MMMPHHH—! GUHHH—! " Her muffled scream was cut off as I shoved my cock deeper, feeling the tip hit the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled back, saliva dripping down her chin in thick strings, her pregnant belly rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to breathe.
I pulled my cock out just enough to let her gasp—"Hah! Hah! P-Please, my King, I c-can't—!"—before slamming it back in, cutting off her words. "Mmmph! G-Guhhh—! N-Nghhh—!" Her throat spasmed around my cock; her gagging sounds were music to my ears.