The magician cries out in pain as I suckle at her breasts, trying to draw out the milk that hasn't been there for years. Her husband looks away, unable to bear the sight of his wife being used so cruelly.
"It was my husband's doing," she gasps between sobs. "He was... jealous of the queen. He wanted revenge."
She takes a shuddering breath, her body trembling beneath mine. "He created a disease... a plague that would kill all the men. But something went wrong. It spread too quickly, and it killed every male in the kingdom."
Her husband lets out a bitter laugh from where he's bound. "It was supposed to only affect her," he says, his voice filled with resentment. "But fate had other plans."
The magician continues, her voice weak. "Only those who were already infected survived... like him." She glances at her husband with a mixture of pity and disgust.
I release her breast with a wet pop, looking down at her with a cruel smile. "So, your husband wanted to punish the queen for humiliating him?" I ask, my voice dripping with amusement.
The magician nods weakly. "Yes. He thought if he could make her infertile, it would be justice. But he never imagined it would kill all the men."
Her husband spits on the floor. "It was supposed to be perfect," he snarls. "She would have been left with nothing, just like I was."
I chuckle darkly and thrust into the magician again, making her gasp. "And now look at you," I say, leaning close to her ear. "Your husband's revenge has given me a kingdom full of women to claim as my own."
I pull out of her and flip her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up into the air.
I position myself behind the magician, grabbing her hips tightly. "And you," I say, my voice a low growl, "will be the first to bear my child."
With that, I thrust into her again, burying myself deep inside her. The magician lets out a muffled cry into the mattress, her body shaking with each powerful thrust.
Her husband watches in despair as I use his wife's body for my own pleasure. "Stop!" he shouts, struggling against his bonds. "Please, have some mercy!"
I ignore his pleas, continuing to pound into the magician with relentless force. The bed creaks and groans under the strain of my movements.
The magician's body is battered and bruised, her skin slick with sweat and other fluids. She tries to crawl away, but I grab her hips and pull her back onto my cock, eliciting a pained gasp from her.
"Please," she whimpers, her voice barely audible. "It's too much."
But I show no mercy, my hips moving like a piston as you drive into her again and again. The magician's husband watches in helpless rage, his face contorted with disgust.
"You're going to break her," he shouts, his voice hoarse with emotion. "She's an old woman!"
I laugh cruelly and increase my pace, slamming into the magician with all my might. "She'll take it," you growl. "She'll take everything I give her."
With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself deep inside her and release my seed.
The magician's husband lets out a final, choked gasp as my bullet tears through his skull. Blood and brain matter splatter against the wall behind him, and his body goes limp, slumping in his bonds.
The magician screams, a raw, primal sound of grief and horror. She tries to turn and look at her dead husband, but I hold her hips firmly in place.
"There," I say, my voice cold and satisfied. "Now there's nothing to distract you from your new purpose."
I continue to move inside her, my hips pumping steadily. The magician sobs uncontrollably, her body trembling beneath yours.
"Shh," I soothe mockingly. "Don't cry. You should be thanking me. I've given you a new life."
I pull out of her roughly and flip her onto her back. Her eyes are wide with shock and fear as she stares up at me.
" you guys were the reason for me to come here right? It was your magic after all. And your husband spread that disease that causes her to summon someone from another world. But I don't really resent you. How can i? You are going to hold my child after my queen. What I want to know? How can I go back to my world,?" I ask while biting her lip.
The magician flinches as I bite her lip, a whimper escaping her throat. Her eyes dart towards her husband's lifeless body before settling back on your face.
"I... I don't know how to send you back," she admits, her voice trembling. "The ritual was my husband's creation. He never shared all the details with me."
She tries to pull away from my biting lips, but i hold her firmly in place. "The west barbarians," she says quickly. "They have ancient knowledge... perhaps they know a way."
You release her lip and consider her words. "West barbarians, huh?" I muse, my hand sliding down to rest on her stomach. "And what's in it for you if you help me?"
The magician shivers under my touch. "My life," she whispers. "Please... let me live."
I laugh softly and lean in close to her ear. "Your life is already mine," I growl.
†
An hour later, I finally pull out of the magician, my body glistening with sweat. She lies beneath me, her body battered and bruised, her eyes glazed over with exhaustion and pain.
I roll off her and lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. The magician curls into a ball beside you, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Get up," I command, giving her a sharp slap on the ass. "You're going to clean me."
She whimpers but obeys, slowly getting to her knees. She begins to lick and suck my spent cock clean, her movements sluggish but thorough.
Satisfied, I push her away and sit up. I look over at Candice, who is still sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed. A cruel smile plays on my lips as i imagine what else I will do to her when she wakes.
"And now,"