Depraved Primordial King and His Degenerate Family

Helena’s belly, once swollen with his seed, deflated as the last remnants of his cum were siphoned away, leaving her flat and empty once more.

Her delicate white fingers trembled as they traced the smooth skin of her white abdomen, her breath hitching in disbelief.

"M-My king…?" she whimpered, her crystal-blue eyes wide with need.

He smirked and gripped her hips.

He smirked, his grip tightening on her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh. "A queen’s womb should never stay barren for long," he said softly, though his voice was thick with dominance. 

"It must be replenished daily—filled to the brim with my seed until you can’t walk without feeling it sloshing inside you."

Before she could beg, he flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide.

His thick, veined cock pressed against her dripping pink pussy, the swollen head teasing her recently deflowered pink folds before he slammed inside in one brutal thrust.

"Aahhnnn~!"

She arched as her tight little pussy struggled to take him.

Even after being fucked senseless earlier, his size overwhelmed her—ten inches of hard, unforgiving flesh stretching her to the limit.

He didn’t stop.

He fucked her in deep brutal strokes and his hips slammed into hers while his balls slapped against her ass.

The bed creaked beneath them, but the sound was drowned out by her cries, by the wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin as he claimed her.

"Nngh~! Y-Yes! Just like—ah!—just like Mommy said!" she sobbed, her voice breaking with pleasure. 

"M-My king will pound me hard… He is—hnn!—so b-big!"

Her voice was a broken moan and her body jolted with each thrust.

He pinned her down in a mating press and fucked her into the mattress and his fingers dug into her thighs as he pounded her raw pink pussy.

Her pussy clung to him, sucking him in, milking him, begging for his semen and he gave it to her.

"You take me so well, my little queen," he growled, his voice dark with possession.

 "Your cunt was made for my cock, your womb for my seed."

Hours passed in a haze of sweat and sex, her on her back, her on her knees, her bent over the edge of the bed.

He took her in every way and filled her over and over and watched as her belly swelled anew with each load he pumped inside.

By the time he finally pulled out, her womb was round and heavy while her thighs and whole body was slick with his cum.

Helena lay boneless with her crystal blue eyes glazed and her lips parted in a silent plea for more.

The king dressed slowly and admired his handiwork—his wife and his perfect little queen.

She was dripping with his cum and seeing that he sealed her pussy as his unborn child needed that nousishment.

Leaving the chamber, the king exhaled in contentment, a satisfaction he hadn’t felt in centuries.

His gaze pierced through the palace walls, settling on his beautiful sea-born princess, his favorite wife, playing with their young daughter.

She was radiant—her slender frame, her full breasts, and her hips made for breeding.

Even now, in her early twenties, she carried the allure of the innocent girl he had deflowered on their wedding night when she was just thirteen.

He remembered how her tight and pinl virgin cunt had clenched around him, how she had sobbed in pain and pleasure as he stretched her wide and how her belly had swelled within months, marking her as the first of his wives to bear his child.

Seeing her rapidly pregnant stomach in the following months, his previous wives that he had married from his journey in the mortal world to the immortal world were all jealous as he had never graced them with his child, but to this sea race young girl, he had impregnated her on the first day.