Dark Incarnate Ch11 and 12 also 1. You really NEED to read all of them to fully appreciate the plot and scenes.
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The smell of the soiled dust, the feel of it on my face as I lay conquered by a mutt, a lowly scavenging beast was overwhelming. The moment, the quiet calm and building pressure of his cum in my precious place. All of it combined to defeat me more. Somehow I felt it in my mind, like it's where I should be. Not destiny, but now that I was here I couldn't help but give in. Not that it was an option to fight anymore. I had to open myself up to him or risk the pain of pulling away, but in arching my back and pushing on it I found something that felt right. I was had, used and abused and without permission. My beautiful tight clam would probably go from a flower to a used grapefruit. Something about being forced to lie still feeling each throb of of semen as it flooded me further was intoxicating. I hated myself yet enjoyed something I had found in my deprivation. Perhaps not something I found but something lost.
As my heart began to calm and accept the bulging of cum in my belly, which seemed to ever push deeper. Like taking a deep breath then taking more and more air in, the further I relaxed the deeper his semen sank.