Chapter 668: 668. Finally Impregnating The Orc Queen! (Can’t Wait For The Hybrid!)**
Rex shifted his focus, his eyes locking onto Gorvasha. There was a different kind of intent in his gaze now, one that transcended simple carnal release; this was the cold, unyielding determination of a man planting his flag in new territory.
He didn’t let her recover; he reached down and seized her, his massive arms hooking under her thighs. With a single, effortless motion, he hoisted the Orc Queen up, her powerful body weighing almost nothing against his raw strength.
He carried her toward the edge of the bed, facing Lilith, so the succubus had a front-row seat to the biological imperative taking place. Gorvasha’s legs were splayed wide, her muscular thighs held high by his grip, exposing her drenched, pulsing pussy and her swollen, twitching clitoris to the dim light of the chamber.
The orc queen’s head lolled back, her tongue hanging out in a daze of lust, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she realized what was coming.
"You want to carry my child, don’t you?" Rex growled, his voice vibrating through Gorvasha’s entire frame. "You want to be the vessel for my dynasty."
"Yes... yes, my lord!" Gorvasha whimpered, her voice a broken, pleading rasp. "Fill me... make me yours... make me your broodmare!"
Rex didn’t give her a moment to breathe. He stepped forward, his footing solid and unyielding, and drove his massive, throbbing cock back into her with a single, devastating thrust.
SCHLOP!
The sound of his girth meeting her wetness echoed throughout the room, a violent collision of flesh and desire. Gorvasha’s body snapped taut, her back arching as she let out a guttural, animalistic shriek that tore through the silence.
He didn’t stop. He began to fuck her in that carrying position, his hips working with a relentless, grinding rhythm that made the very floor seem to shake.
Each thrust was a heavy, deliberate battering, driving her body forward and back, her legs swinging wildly in the air as she clung to his shoulders for dear life.
THUD! SCHLOP! THUD!
The sound of their bodies meeting was like a drumbeat of war. Rex’s muscles rippled and flowed, his tan skin glistening with sweat as he focused every ounce of his strength into the task of impregnation.
Lilith watched, mesmerized, her own body trembling as she witnessed the sheer, raw power of the act. She could see how Rex’s immense size hammered Gorvasha’s womb, stretching and molding her internal walls.
The Orc Queen was no longer a ruler; she was a creature of pure, mindless receptivity, her eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent, ecstatic scream of submission.
Rex’s breath was a low, rhythmic snarl in Gorvasha’s ear. He wasn’t just fucking her; he was claiming her, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder, and more authoritative with every passing second.
He could feel her insides twitching and contracting around him, desperately trying to grip the massive shaft that was claiming her. He leaned in, his voice a dark promise.
"You will carry my blood, Gorvasha. You will be the first of many orcs."
Gorvasha could only respond with incoherent, needy moans, her fingers digging into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist in a desperate attempt to pull him even deeper. She was drowning in him, lost in the overwhelming tide of his masculinity, her entire world reduced to the sensation of his cock filling her to the absolute limit.
Rex continued to drive into her, his movements precise and crushing, ensuring that every inch of her was saturated with the knowledge of who owned her. He was a machine of pure procreation, and Gorvasha was the willing, broken field for his seeds.
The air in the Breeding Chamber was thick enough to choke on, saturated with the scent of musk, sweat, and the primal aura of Rex’s dominance. He wasn’t finished with her. Not even close.
With a sudden, explosive burst of strength, Rex shifted his grip. He didn’t just lay her down; he slammed Gorvasha’s upper body back onto the plush, crimson silks of the bed.
But he didn’t let her settle. He grabbed her ankles, pulling her lower body toward the edge of the mattress until her hips were hoisted high into the air, her legs splayed and bent back toward her shoulders in an extreme, vulnerable arch.
Her pussy was presented like a sacrificial offering, stretched wide and glistening, pulsing with a desperate, rhythmic hunger.
"Hold on, Queenie," Rex growled, his voice a low, predatory rumble. "I’m going to reach the very bottom of you."
He stepped into the gap, his massive thighs framing her trembling hips. With a brutal, lunging thrust, he drove himself home.
CRACK! SCHLOP!
The impact was so violent it sounded like a whip cracking. Because of the angle, Rex wasn’t just fucking her; he was driving his cock straight into the mouth of her womb.
He could feel the resistance of her cervix, and with a grunt of pure, masculine will, he forced his way past, burying his entire length deep within her core.
Gorvasha’s eyes practically flew out of her head. A sound escaped her that wasn’t even a scream; it was a high-pitched, soul-shattering wail of pure, unadulterated ecstasy and terror.
"MY LORRRRRRD! AAAAAAHHHHH!" Her entire body convulsed, her toes curling, her abdominal muscles rippling as she felt the massive, hot weight of him pressing against her very life force.
Rex began to pound her with a ferocity that was nothing short of legendary. He wasn’t just moving; he was hammering.
THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!
Each thrust was a heavy, piston-like strike that sent Gorvasha’s entire body bouncing off the bed. He was using his massive weight to drive himself even deeper, his pelvis slamming against her clitoris and pubic bone with a rhythmic, punishing force.
The bed groaned and bucked under the sheer violence of the movement, the heavy wooden frame creaking in protest of the godlike power being exerted.
From the edge of the bed, Cassandra watched, her eyes wide and her breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. She was still slick with his previous seed, her own body trembling in sympathy.
Seeing him claim Gorvasha with such absolute, terrifying depth was driving her into a frenzy of jealousy and lust. She watched the way Rex’s muscles corded in his arms and back, the way his sweat sprayed with every heavy lunge, and she felt a desperate, aching need to be the one he turned his wrath upon next.
Lilith, too, was a prisoner to the sight. She was leaning forward, her hands trembling as she watched the most extreme display of procreative dominance she had ever seen.
She saw the way Gorvasha’s internal walls were being stretched to their absolute limit, the way the orc queen’s belly seemed to slightly distend with the sheer depth of his intrusion. It was a visceral, beautiful carnage.
She wasn’t just watching a man fuck a woman; she was watching a king mark his territory, a conqueror ensuring that his lineage would be etched into the very flesh of his subjects.
"Look at her, you two!" Rex commanded, his voice strained with the effort of his relentless pounding.
He didn’t look up, his eyes fixed on the point where his dark, muscular body met Gorvasha’s pale green, trembling flesh. "Look at how she takes it! Look at how she begs for my seed to touch her soul!"
Gorvasha could only nod frantically, her head tossing from side to side on the silk pillows, her voice a continuous, broken stream of worship. "Yes! Yes! Deeper! Break me, my Lord! Plant it! Plant your life inside me! PLEASEEE~!"
Rex increased the tempo, his thrusts becoming a blurring, high-speed assault. The sound of the friction, the wet, slapping, heavy thudding, filled the room, a rhythmic declaration of his supremacy.
He was a force of nature, a storm of muscle and heat, and he was determined to leave Gorvasha completely undone before he even thought about releasing the deluge.
The air in the chamber reached a fever pitch of tension, the atmosphere so thick with pheromones and raw, masculine energy that it felt heavy enough to drown in. Rex’s rhythm had transitioned from a rhythmic pounding to a violent, desperate frenzy.
He was no longer just a man; he was a force of nature, a volcanic eruption of pure, unadulterated virility. His breath came in guttural, animalistic snarls, and his eyes were blown wide, dark with the singular, primal goal of total impregnation.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
[READY TO BE FERTILIZED]
"NOW!" Rex roared, a sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the palace. "NOW, QUEENIE! TAKE IT ALL!"
PLAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
He delivered a final, earth-shattering thrust, burying himself so deep into her that it felt as if he were trying to merge their very bones. His entire body went rigid, his muscles corded like steel cables, and his veins bulged against his tanned skin.
Then, the dam broke.
SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!
A colossal, volcanic torrent of hot, thick semen erupted from him. It wasn’t just a release; it was an explosion. "GET PREGNANT WITH A HUMAN-ORC HYBRIDDDDD~!"
SPLURT! SCHLOP! SPLURT!
The sheer volume was impossible, a relentless, pulsing flood of life force that slammed into the depths of Gorvasha’s womb. He pumped into her with a ferocity that was almost violent, his hips twitching with every massive, rhythmic spasm of his prostate.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Gorvasha screamed, her body arching so high it looked as if her spine might snap, her eyes rolling back into her head as she felt the incredible, scalding heat of his seed filling her to the absolute brim.
She could feel the heavy, thick weight of his essence flooding her insides, coating her womb, and claiming her forever.
Rex didn’t stop. He kept pumping, his body convulsing with successive waves of intense, bone-deep pleasure.
He was emptying himself, pouring every ounce of his strength and his essence into the Orc Queen. The sheer intensity of the climax was so overwhelming that the world began to blur at the edges of his vision.
Finally, with one last, shuddering groan that sounded like the dying breath of a titan, the flow slowed to a heavy, rhythmic dripping. Rex, his body trembling and spent, slowly withdrew himself from her.
As his massive, still pulsing cock slid out of her drenched, gaping pussy, a massive, messy deluge of his semen burst forth, cascading out of her in a thick, white torrent that coated her thighs and the silk sheets in a grotesque, beautiful display of his conquest.
[YOU’VE SUCCESSFULLY IMPREGNATED GORVASHA BLOODTUSK]
The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the ragged, dying gasps of the three exhausted bodies. Rex’s eyes fluttered, the sheer exhaustion of the monumental feat finally catching up to him, but of course... he healed himself back, thanks to Supreme Healing.
After that he glanced at Cassandra, who gulped right away. "You..."
"...your turn to get fucking pregnant!"
