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Re: Party Time (dragoon93041)
Allise let her eyes roll up into the back of her head as Pan simultaneously released his magical lock on her orgasm and unleashed his potent cream into the su-ku-ta's fertile depths. Her inner walls contracted gloriously around him, tightening and pulling his semen deep inside, her cervix dipping and dilated to scoop up gulp after gulp of his baby batter and deliver it directly into her womb. Her whole body quaked with delight as he filled her, a loud passionate groan burbling up from her throat as he pumped her full of wave after wave of fresh cum, every rope inspiring her to cum harder. She shuddered and momentarily relaxed when he pulled back, only to groan anew and shudder harder than ever until the last few blasts of seed were delivered into her depths.
A flood of his cum began oozing out of her freshly fucked pussy when he finally pulled out, her heels planted on his hips applying a bit of pressure almost like she didn't want him to pull out, and she let out a low groan as her folds finally released his cock. She was still submersed in her lust, her eyes unfocused but settling on his immense rod as he moved away to sit down, but then she slowly looked down at her oozing sex and groaned. Her eyes shut, shame appearing on her face and mixing with her lust, but it was far too late to go back now.
Despite what he had said, Pan's seed was already at work in her womb. The fertility drugs she had taken had been quite effective, and the vigorous fucking he'd given her had only ensured that she was entirely receptive to his mating. Her womb had been utterly filled with his potent seed, and legions of his sperm were already surrounding her waiting eggs. His seed would have hours at least before Allise could get to her husband again, and his swimmers wouldn't need nearly that long to weaken the barriers in their path and claim fatherhood of the catgirl's children for the him. While his demonic half could have asserted itself, leaving the woman he had seduced in trouble as such a child would surely not be one of her husband's, this time the karkastan's sidhe half took hold. Faerie children among mortals often naturally disguise themselves, even in the womb, and though the children growing in Allise' womb would most definitely be Pan's it was unlikely that the pair would ever know that, the children born mirroring their adoptive father in appearance and even growing at the rate of a mortal rather than an immortal. Only when they came of age would any of their unnatural heritage become apparent, likely in the form of powers like his.
Allise seemed to be recovering fine, and though he might have taken her again in whatever position he liked Pan - perhaps wisely - opted to take off. Leaving his winnings behind as recompense, Pan would unlock the door but find it impossible to lock from outside without a key, which Allise was quite unwilling to surrender if he attempted to return for it. Whatever the source of the ills of his conscience, Pan would be able to find plenty of places to eat just a short ways away, a food market where he could acquire fresh produce if he wanted something simple and didn't mind uncooked food or a set of food stalls off to the side where he could wait a moment for something cooked.
Looking for someplace to repair his armor, Pan would ultimately come across an armory a few streets away from Allise's shop, and when he walked in he was treated to quite a sight. He entered a spacious, sweltering room filled with mannequins and stands, all covered in suits of finely crafted armor finished, polished, and put out for display. There was a leatherworking stand on the left side of the room, but it wasn't in use at the moment. In the back of the room was a forge, burning hot, and working at it was a woman clad in a leather apron hanging from her shoulders, leather gauntlets, and a thong. The forge worker was covered in a light layer of sweat and soot that made her pale skin look ruddy, and her blonde hair's shine was dulled by the same layer of grime from her work. She was incredibly athletic, and from the door Pan could watch those muscles tense rhythmically as the blacksmith slammed a hammer onto a piece of hot metal held in place over an anvil by a set of clamps in her other hand.
Pan: HP = 65, PP = 68, EP = 111, Status = Fine, 24/30 TP
Allise let her eyes roll up into the back of her head as Pan simultaneously released his magical lock on her orgasm and unleashed his potent cream into the su-ku-ta's fertile depths. Her inner walls contracted gloriously around him, tightening and pulling his semen deep inside, her cervix dipping and dilated to scoop up gulp after gulp of his baby batter and deliver it directly into her womb. Her whole body quaked with delight as he filled her, a loud passionate groan burbling up from her throat as he pumped her full of wave after wave of fresh cum, every rope inspiring her to cum harder. She shuddered and momentarily relaxed when he pulled back, only to groan anew and shudder harder than ever until the last few blasts of seed were delivered into her depths.
A flood of his cum began oozing out of her freshly fucked pussy when he finally pulled out, her heels planted on his hips applying a bit of pressure almost like she didn't want him to pull out, and she let out a low groan as her folds finally released his cock. She was still submersed in her lust, her eyes unfocused but settling on his immense rod as he moved away to sit down, but then she slowly looked down at her oozing sex and groaned. Her eyes shut, shame appearing on her face and mixing with her lust, but it was far too late to go back now.
Despite what he had said, Pan's seed was already at work in her womb. The fertility drugs she had taken had been quite effective, and the vigorous fucking he'd given her had only ensured that she was entirely receptive to his mating. Her womb had been utterly filled with his potent seed, and legions of his sperm were already surrounding her waiting eggs. His seed would have hours at least before Allise could get to her husband again, and his swimmers wouldn't need nearly that long to weaken the barriers in their path and claim fatherhood of the catgirl's children for the him. While his demonic half could have asserted itself, leaving the woman he had seduced in trouble as such a child would surely not be one of her husband's, this time the karkastan's sidhe half took hold. Faerie children among mortals often naturally disguise themselves, even in the womb, and though the children growing in Allise' womb would most definitely be Pan's it was unlikely that the pair would ever know that, the children born mirroring their adoptive father in appearance and even growing at the rate of a mortal rather than an immortal. Only when they came of age would any of their unnatural heritage become apparent, likely in the form of powers like his.
Allise seemed to be recovering fine, and though he might have taken her again in whatever position he liked Pan - perhaps wisely - opted to take off. Leaving his winnings behind as recompense, Pan would unlock the door but find it impossible to lock from outside without a key, which Allise was quite unwilling to surrender if he attempted to return for it. Whatever the source of the ills of his conscience, Pan would be able to find plenty of places to eat just a short ways away, a food market where he could acquire fresh produce if he wanted something simple and didn't mind uncooked food or a set of food stalls off to the side where he could wait a moment for something cooked.
Looking for someplace to repair his armor, Pan would ultimately come across an armory a few streets away from Allise's shop, and when he walked in he was treated to quite a sight. He entered a spacious, sweltering room filled with mannequins and stands, all covered in suits of finely crafted armor finished, polished, and put out for display. There was a leatherworking stand on the left side of the room, but it wasn't in use at the moment. In the back of the room was a forge, burning hot, and working at it was a woman clad in a leather apron hanging from her shoulders, leather gauntlets, and a thong. The forge worker was covered in a light layer of sweat and soot that made her pale skin look ruddy, and her blonde hair's shine was dulled by the same layer of grime from her work. She was incredibly athletic, and from the door Pan could watch those muscles tense rhythmically as the blacksmith slammed a hammer onto a piece of hot metal held in place over an anvil by a set of clamps in her other hand.
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