Her womb stretched around the intrusion, the organ never meant to take something this size. But her body was adapting with terrifying speed, the walls softening and spreading to accommodate him.
Behind her, Tianlong groaned—a deep, masculine sound that vibrated through his chest into her back.
"So tight," he growled, his voice rougher than before. "Your pussy is crushing me, mother-in-law. Trying to push me out even as it pulls me deeper."
His hand in her hair tightened, pulling her head further back until her neck was fully exposed. She could barely breathe in this position, could barely think past the overwhelming fullness.
"Please—" The word came out strangled, desperate. "I can't—it's too much—you're splitting me—"
"You can take it," he assured her, but there was no gentleness in his tone. "Your body was made for this. Made to be filled. Made to be bred."
'Bred?' The word cut through the haze of sensation. 'He said—child—he's going to—'
