“I’ll give you an Heir,” she moaned. “I will please you, My King. Just give me your seed and I shall grow us a boy more powerful than any you have spawned before.”
“You’d better produce one soon,” I snarled, fucking her harder at the thought of that. A replacement to the treacherous creatures who had abandoned me for the Vega whores. A true Heir who I could trust to rule in my stead the way this kingdom needed to be ruled as he fulfilled my legacy.
“You have had plenty of time to offer me one. So where is it?” I shoved her face harder against the wall and she moaned louder.
“I told you I would give you an Heir once I was your queen. Not before,” she gasped.
“Well you’re my queen now. So give it to me,” I grunted, my cock close to bursting as I drove into the tightness of her body.
“As you wish,” she replied, her words a violent promise which I failed to react to fast enough as I prepared to finish inside her.
Just as I was about to find my release, Lavinia took hold of my shadow hand once again, punching me in the head and I stumbled backwards from the force she used, roaring in rage as my cock was tugged free of her body and my legs hit a table behind me.
Lavinia flipped around, running toward me with a shriek in her throat and though I cast an air shield to protect myself, she tore through it like paper with her shadows, diving on me and forcing me down on the table.
She slammed her pussy down on my cock, bending it sideways and I yelled in pain before she grabbed hold of it and shoved it inside her, riding me hard while locking both of her hands around my throat.
“Stop,” I choked out, trying to push her back as she bounced furiously on my lap, the crown on her head growing larger as she moaned in ecstasy. She lashed my good arm to my side while wielding my shadow hand so it tweaked my own nipples hard enough to almost rip them off.
“Lavinia!” I begged.
“Daddy!” she cried back as if my prayer for her to stop had been an exclamation of pleasure, and I wailed as she made me shove the shadow hand beneath me and spread open my ass cheeks.
“Stop – stop it!” I roared, trying to buck her off of me but it only spurred her on.
The next words died in my throat as she forced me to shove two shadow fingers up my own ass, the burning pain of it making me scream like a new born whelp.
Lavinia howled like a banshee, her pussy tightening around my cock to the point of agony. And suddenly she was forcing an orgasm out of me, one that somehow hurt like fire was tearing free of my cock as I spilled myself inside her, and she continued to bounce until I’d given her everything I had and my cock felt as though it was broken beyond repair.
I groaned in discomfort as she leapt off of me, leaving me bound there on the table, unable to move as the shadow fingers remained deep in my ass and my other hand was still latched to my side.
Lavinia moved around the room as the shadows danced across her skin, and a horrified realisation fell over me as her stomach started to swell and swell as though she were pregnant, but that wasn’t at all possible.
“What’s happening?” I asked, my voice coming out weak as I continued to strain against her hold on me.
“It’s your Heir, of course,” she said with a manic smile, clutching her belly as she dropped down on the couch and spread her legs wide so I had a view straight to her cunt. “He wants to say hello to his daddy.”
“Stop,” I begged, shaking my head, unsure what game this was but I didn’t like it at all. “Let me go, Lavinia. I am your king – obey me!”
She moaned gleefully, clutching her swollen stomach as she spread her legs wider. “He’s coming.”
“Who?” I breathed in fear, but my answer was given to me in the most horrifying way as small shadow hands clawed their way out of her vagina and a blackened head swiftly followed, two blood red eyes locking on me as the thing clawed its way out of her, making her scream.
“He’s here!” Lavinia gasped and I shuddered, trying to get free, but I was bound in place and she wouldn’t let me look away.
The shadow creature dragged itself fully out of her body, the thing the size of a baby but nothing like one too. Its limbs were too long, its head too bulbous, and the moment it slithered free of its mother, it stood up on two legs, its eyes glowing red and its body smooth and wet with some black substance that dripped to the floor at its webbed feet.
“Say hello, baby,” Lavinia encouraged.
“Hello Daddy,” it growled in a voice made of nightmares and I screamed.