Bend her over the crates(Tyrant)

You will not take no for an answer. You grab her by the hair and drag her over to the crates. Pushing her stomach onto a crate, you lower her pants until her vagina peeks out. Not wasting anytime, you spear into her raised ass. She wails in pain through your hand as you mercilessly plow her. The rocking of the crates fall into a rhythm as you methodically plunder your fertile prize.

You were the hegemon of the empire, unbeknownst to her, and it was rightful that she defer to your superior seed. However, she was not inclined to agree with you as she her cries and struggles begin to dim down and she begins to go limp. You smack her ass and admire her pert, toned booty. She doesn’t make much of a response.

Flipping her over, you take her in a missionary pose as you wrap her legs from a seated position around you. Still limp, the only thing that told you she was still conscious were her hate filled eyes that stared **** at you. You chuckle, she belonged to you and you alone.

Picking up the pace, you ready for release. Knocking at her cervix like a battering ram, you groan loudly into her ear as you unleash your load. Thick ropes of cum shoot into her fertile womb as your dick reverberates with pleasure within her tight, virgin walls. She shudders with what you think is disgust as she feels your wads within her depths. As you let go of her, she falls back limp and begins to weep even as your seed dribbles out of her cunt. You admire your handiwork as you imagine your descendants stewing within her freshly filled cunt.