Bradamante right after Nito

Name: Lancer/Bradamante
Age: 24
Height: 5'7"
Gender: Female
Role: Pure Sub

Bradamante's origins were fairly ordinary. She was an orphan left to fight in the dark streets of Midnight city. In her early childhood, she had been **** and placed into a stronghold of scientists - an underground laboratory dedicated to experiments in hopes of one day surpassing the rumoured Root magic.

Along with many others, Bradamante had been subjected to many experiments over the years. Amongst them, many simply failed to endure the trials placed ahead and died in between. Brandmante was injected with magic in careful, precise degrees, allowing the mana to adapt to her body. Newly developed reagents and mixtures were tested on her body, and over time, her power grew, deepening to an almost inconcievable degree. She hid that very well, knowing of the consequences that laid ahead if she were to be found out. When the time was ripe and she had enough assurance, Bradamante launched a rebellion inside the facility. With utmost ease - far more than she had expected - she broke their defenses and trampled the quarters.

Surprisingly, Bradamante maintained her composure. The power had not corrupted her - but instead - made her fear its capabilities. She had neither knowledge nor any training in the aspect and with such raw power at hands with no control labeled her as a living time bomb. Decisively, she sealed her power to meager straits, and left in search of someone to help her understand herself better.

Personality: Bradamante is a temperate, warm hearted young woman. She likes making jokes and indulges in fun from time to time. But even so, she instinctively developed a certain arrogance on the foundation of her strength. And even while she had sealed a greater part of it, in the depths of depths, Bradamante considered herself to be apart from the masses - more special, unique and superior.
Abilities (Under Sealed Condtions): Enhanced Strength, Durability, Stamina and basic foundations of magic.
Can be bounded to someone as a servant if the other party gains her approval.

Bradamante:
Bradamante shuddered as she watched the scene unfold from afar - a proud noble woman brought to her knees, dominated into subservience down to her very core. Under normal circumstances, she Bradamante would not have cared for the brutish domme, but as of currently with virtually all of her powers sealed, she had little hope to overcome Juri's wrath if she entered her sights. The girl calmed herself with a quick breath. There was still a considerable distance between them and escape would be easy if she was cautious. Bradamante nodded to herself and began to edge back to the outskirts of the park.
Juri:
I was satisfied, Nitocris was defeated... the remains of the once pharaoh cleaning my cock, and my senses tingle... there was one more around here... one more worthy prey, my body had a steam of sweat after this hour of fucking, the very air filled with this aroma of sex and dominance, my legs move as I turn to look at the girl... my eye shines once again, my body flowed with energy from bottom to top, I wasn't tired at all... in fact I was warmed up, the power from Nitocris flowed through my being, my body a bit bigger, I smile and I begin lifting myself... what follows was a sprint that made Olympic runners look slow, if you looked at my figure, this 7'1" amazon running towards it's newest prey, my body was feminine beauty with that perfect taste of muscle
Bradamante:
I gasped, my eyes bugging out with extremities of fear. My pace quickened and I sprinted forward, gushing out every bit of strength I had stored inside. But it was a futile attempt - I could hear the loud, powerful thuds nearing behind me, closer and closer until the gap between us became minimal. A stench like no other assaulted the air around me - a virile, pungent odor that stung into my eyes. I turned around, shivering as I laid eyes upon your massive figure, your monster of a cock bobbing between your legs. "Y-You beast.. stay away from me! I am warning you, my powers, my true powers are beyond your comprehension!", I cried out, intimidated by your overbearing presence. Flashbacks of the events prior came fresh into my mind. No, that would not happen to me. I will not allow it! But as it was, my chances seemed to be slim.
Juri:
In instants you are grabbed out of the ground, your body held in the air through the head, your feet dangle in the air, my massive figure, even bigger now than before I fucked the whorish pharaoh, I could feel I was close to my next ascension, the next level of my power was close and the prey I had just found is the next step, small shocks of energy left my body now, overflowing with arcane energy I could feel the energy flowing through every bit of my body, the hand on your head was overwhelming, a simple movement was all that stopped me from cracking your skull, I give a lick of my lips as I look at you, those twisted sadistic eyes of mine, scanning every bit of the newest meal I just found, in one quick movement my left hand grabs onto your body ripping away your clothes, revealing your body to me

Bradamante:
"Ah!", I cried in shock as the flimsy barriers of fabric were ripped off, exposing myself completely to you. White supple skin, adorned into an overall curvaceous and plump stature - ample breasts, thin waist an a hefty amount of meat in my thighs and ass. I flushed crimson at the naked exposure and struggled vigorously, flailing side to side in mid-air. "You brute! Let me go! I won't forgive you for this! Just wait until my powers get unsealed!", I lashed out at you with hatred and rage evident in my tone. The unbearable shame of being toyed as such, I vowed to repay it ten- no, a hundred fold!
@Juri
Juri:
The air moved through your body, now free for the cold breeze to move through, and right in front of you, right between my tights is that behemoth, that mountain of cockflesh that defeated the Pharaoh, calling this a cock would be a lie... an utter blatant lie, it sways from side to side powerfully like pendulum, this ... god of a cock, below this cock no gods, kings or so called royalty can exist, below this cock only thirsty servants exist, happily working on the mass of flesh, every movement of this cock was so powerful that it truly seemed like a weapon to defeat even the gods, my hand pushes you closer and closer to the object of worship
"Feel the power... the weight, the heat, feel it all!"
Bradamante:
I became choked for breath as the cock neared my view. The musky stench became all the more potent and hot, wrapping the very air around me in its reeking sweaty odor. I ceased my little revolts, my anger slowly fading away to be replaced by fear. Even if I was dense, I was not dense enough to not know what was coming. Your cock rang vibrant with alpha vigor, throbbing and pulsing with thick, pent up lust - your balls churning almost angrily, eager to use me for my true purpose. Dread began to wash over my heart. "Y-You... cease this at once... I... this can't happen to me..."
Juri:
Slowly you are pushed into it, just like the Pharaoh was, your face pushed right into that thick source of stench, it covers your face in that cocksweat and cum, your very sense of smell is now being destroyed... it burns... it's so strong... this absolute smell of sex attacks the very core of your being, your mind is being punched over and over by this overwhelming stench of cock and sex, the juices of the Pharaoh's pussy still coat my cock, combined with cum and her saliva, everything painting your face in this concoction of pure sex, your face and body being painted with the power of my cock, and more and more it becomes harder to think
Bradamante:
My struggles gave no help as my face sank into your nutsack. Massive, leathery, and coated with many atrocities I dared not imagine before. There was no escape any longer. Sweat and cum immediately layered onto my face, and the musk, unbearably thick at the source, drilled into my head - gyrating my senses in a constant, continuous fashion. There was simply too much to take in at once. The weight of your cock bore down upon my heavily, seething with a frenzy of lustful desire. Your balls - those prideful orbs that were the very source of my current ordeal - churned and swayed, the insides almost bubbling with a never ending supply of fertility. Combined together, the the filth of my new word began to break apart my will - my determination - everything I had stood for. And all this was only achieved by the mere presence of your cock. I shook, slowly growing pale. A new set of budding emotions began to creep up inside my heart, but I refused to acknowledge them. How could I, Bradmante, possibly submit to some brute's dick? However, as it was, I felt myself slowly being lost inside the aroma of your balls. It was intoxicating, and in a sudden spurt of desire, I pressed my lips upon your sack, giving it my first of many more kisses. The rancid, acrid taste tore into my mind, but it only served to empower my growing addiction. "N-No... stop... why am I doing this? W-Why...."
Juri:
My hand moved you through the massive orbs, the heat emanating out of them more and more, the outstanding power of that sensation, every touch on them was that sensation of production inside, it was hot to the touch, you could feel the rumble of production inside, every second more and more is produced, you could feel as you touch them... those orbs were slowly growing, the churn of production never stops, as that corruption seeps through your mind and body, already the effects of my power flowed through you, the sensation of loss of strength, already your mind and body had begun to give up, to accept their new position, and with this my power begins to suck it up, I tilt my head up in satisfaction, the taste of more energy being made mine, more power, more strength, more everything, truly this was a tasty one, your face rubs against the massive balls more and more, moving you through pockets of that concoction, as more and more your face is painted in it's right new look, a covering of makeup appropriate for someone of your new stature, a cockcleaner, just one more of the thirsty cockcleaners that live below my cock, but this was not over yet... there was more for you to give up... more power, more intelligence, more everything. With that your body is thrown on the grown, your legs put up right to the sides of your head, a prime position for this brutal fucking as once again today, you are onto a mating press
Bradamante:
The hand behind my head kept me at bay, making sure that I would find no reprieve amidst the sea of balls. I felt the growing vigor as the sea of thick cum, liters worth if not more, churned, bubbling and preparing their soon to be burst. In mere instants, my face was caked with piles of sweat, grime and cum, blending into a yellowy-white sort of mixture. Along with it, the heat began to intensify to unmatched heights. The musk deepened with your growing desire. And similarly, my feeble, lesser mind slowly began to change. Memories slowly became a blur and emotions such as pride, dignity and self respect morphed into burdens. I couldn't help it. My kisses turned into laps as I tongue bathed the sweaty balls with my saliva, making audible slurp sounds while gulping down the filthy mixture. Never had I thought that I would be engrossed in such demeaning acts - and - like it.

"Ah, w-wait!", Pushed down, I had no time to react. My legs spread back, my tender holes exposed to bright daylight for you to feast upon. I gazed into your eyes, then your cock - that bulging meat rod, throbbing with ungodly power each second. I was afraid, terrified and yet, I held a faint anticipation inside, lusting to have you jam that rod inside, to break me into pieces. Vile thoughts that should have never came to be now ran amuck inside my head. Before my very eyes, I was changing, slowly transforming into the lowly cum dumpster you so desired.
Juri:
More and more I could feel the energy flowing into me, as your mind gave up more and more I could feel the power rippling through me, the very energy of your body flowing to me, your inteligence, your magic, it would all be mine... and I was about to attack the last remains of your resistance, as that thick battering ram of a cock positions itself on your pussy, the insanity of it all is made all the more clear... you would never be the same, not after this monster invades you, with or without absorption no human would be able to go through this cock and still be the same... the head rubs against your entrance, teasing you more and more, I did not dare to invade though, my mouth smirks looking at you, your face ruined... covered in that juice of sex, your hair an absolute mess, your clothes destroyed on the side, your whorish body positioned in the ground ready to be impaled... but I still wanted to see more out of your feeble mind...

"Come on, ask for it, say it! Say what you want me to do to you now, throw out that facade, show your new true self that is already hitting against the walls to invade, beg for me to do all that you wish for so dearly like the good little whore you will be starting now, nothing more than one of my cockcleaners after this happens... ask for your bad ending!"
Bradamante:
My expression broke down at your words. I felt utterly conflicted. A side of me wanted to reject, the obvious right choice, but on another end, new desires had begun to grow rampant within me, the lust of a cock slut. But - as I gazed upin your cock, simply waiting, throbbing outside my pathetic little hole, it became too much to take. I wanted it - yes - I, Bradamante, the noble mage wanted to be your whore. I flushed crimson and my breaths becoming a series of ragged pants. Everything else began to seem lackluster in appearance, whether it was my well being or the terrible fate I knew I was bringing upon myself. Only your cock mattered now. I quivered, not simply in fear, but in expectant delight. I labeled an arm over each thigh, and stretched then back further, further, until the tips of my toes touched the ground behind my head.

"P-Please, fuck me. Put it inside, p-please...", my voice trembled as I spoke, incoherent and intoxicated with twisted excitement. "I'll be your bitch, your slut.... even a cockcleaner, just please. Give it to me!"
Juri:
My hips thrust down, gravity doing most of the work, as that blunt head of my cock pushes through your insides, half of that lance of a cock invades your holy tunnel, pushing through every defense and weak point along the way, and as every inch of my cock inside you seems like perfection itself, every inch of movement as that big head scrapes through the walls of your abused pussy, every sensitive point, you could feel your brain rotting more and more, already every thought or mind process seems to be interrupted by my cock pushing right through it, breaking the walls of your mind like they are made of paper as I push further and further inside, and suddenly... it all explodes even further, that massive head hits against your cervix... a explosion of pleasure and pain covers your senses... my cock was printing itself on your brain, burning your brain away, you do not need dumb things like math, names or words do you? You found my cock after all, what more could you ask for in life, other than this absolute bliss, and as my cock hits again onto your cervix, moving back and forward on that tight entrance, you could feel that truly the end of Bradamante was close... the beginning of just another cockwhore was close.
Bradamante:
"AaaAAAAHHHHH!!", I screamed as you rammed your cock inside my tight hole, my pitiful yells echoing around us. It was all too fast. The pain came with such heated intensity as it cowed my mind into meek submission. The pain seared into my mind better branding iron, a constant, excruciating suffering making me unable to bring a thought to completion. The massive pole broke through every fabric of my limits, shooting forth with a **** than what felt to be greater than a hundred warhammers. The walls stretched and expanded well beyond their limits, but still unable to endure the mighty presence of your futa cock, every vein and ridge deforming my broken hole, as you claim me, deeper and deeper. Your massive, heavy balls thrashed against my ass, pumping with excitement. I could not think anymore, my thoughts being replaced - No - Repaired by the overgrowing lust. Memories of the past began to wane, and intelligence slowly lost itself with every thrust. I was being broken - and I loved every bit. The Bradamante of the old began to vanish into the barrage of poundings. Finally, when you hit my cervix, my eyes bulged with a frenzied desire. "YES! AHHHH! Goddess, it hurts so much~! It feels amazing~!" Pain became pleasure, and I wallowed deep into the new sensations. I didn't want to go back anymore. I did not want to be the old Bradamante anymore. I wanted to be your little slut, your cum bottle, your cock polisher, and every thrust inside convinced me that I was right. I threw out the unnecessary thoughts, refusing to be bound down by such silly emotions of resistance. I was your whore, not some stupid mage, unblessed by your divine futa.
Juri:
One more time I begin to push backwards more and more, this was longer than the other ones through, at this point you had received one half of my cock, half of it was all that I could go before punching your cervix more and more, but still your cervix had not given up yet... your belly bulged with the cock, and the more I moved back the more you feel that large head scraping through your insides, every inch of me moving back was just more and more suspense and anticipation being added, to your senses, that cock slowly moving back more and more, I look deeply into your eyes, a sadistic smirk filling my expression from side to side, and as I look into your eyes you can feel that the worst part is still to come, you can feel the cock is right about to exit your pussy, only that thick massive head still inside, my eyes shine and suddenly I thrust down, and in that moment I broke the last wall of your body, my cock goes right through your cervix and into your womb, in that moment it felt like... everything was absolutely right, in that single moment all the pleasure up to know was repeated, your belly bulges out even more and the outline of my cock is seen through your belly, a 3D image of my cock was printed on your mind where previous important information was, like where you live, friends and family, all that meaningless as it is burned away by my cock... I could feel this was it, the last one, the power was overflowing and as my balls hit your ass, I begin the true fucking, just the strength of my thrust against you starts making a dent on the very ground, a crater forming as I thrust against you, your body being pushed against the ground, every bit of your being attacked, as the last remains of Bradamante are added to me more and more
Bradamante:
"Ah...~ Ahhh~ I-It feels good~!", I gave out a sharp series of moans as the might cockhead began to retreat. The bulge in my stomach diminished - yet - so did the pleasure. The pleasure that I had begun to desperately seek out was beginning to disappear. "N-No... stop... please put it back...", I mustered out between heavy pants. My face was dyed in a frantic red, and my eyes shined with unbridled lust - thoughts of your cock jammed into my very soul. The old Bradamante was merely a figment of what I was now, a weak fire that was about to go out any second now. I was losing myself - I knew that - I was becoming depraved, dumb and addicted to your alpha cock, yet, I anticipated every moment. With obvious ****, I felt the pole gradually slip out, roughly scraping my innards as it went along. But then, I noticed something - I shivered as I gazed into your eyes. Those were not the eyes of someone who would be giving up anytime soon. No, the confident, superior and overly sadistic gleam that coursed through them - it made me perfectly aware of the fact - the wonderful, craved for fact - that my break-in was still not brought to completion. I was thrilled, garnering such happiness inside that I may not have experienced for the longest of times - all simply for your cock. "Mistress, please! Please give it t- AHHHHH!", My eyes upturned and my tongue lolled out like a dog, as I moaned - the rod banging into my insides with inconceivable power. Every flimsy barrier my pussy held was torn apart in brutal fashion. Resistance was futile and that was being beaten into me. In one go, in one instant, your cock, as powerful and unyielding as steel, pierced into my womb - a large, magnificent bulge protruded out of my stomach. And with this push, everything was gone. My life as I knew it had shattered and now reformed into something new - Better.
The last of flame of Bradamante had been extinguished, along with everything that defined her. I could not think anymore, save for the thoughts of your cock. Every lining, ridge and inch had been firmly imprinted into my mind. It was my world, my everything and my new master. I would serve it till the end of my days - or - until it deemed me as worthy, a fulfilling enough whore to service it perfectly. I looked at you, my vision clouded with worship, affection and pure and utter devotion. It was all so twisted and depraved, and I loved every bit of it. "Mistress... I love you... ahh....", I was grateful, thankful to have been guided to the right path - to have been fixed by you.

Juri:
Time passes and no sign of this brutal fucking ending is in sight, my hand sends a slap into your exposed ass, your buttcheeks ripple with the impact, a flow of pain from the bottom to the top of your being, the pain is just an extra, an extra addictive to the pleasure, they all combine together in this sea of pleasure as my cock keeps moving up and down along your abused pussy, every thrust down of my cock your belly bulges obscenely, the outline of my monster of cockflesh clear through the skin, that stench of sex now covers it all, this overwhelming smell of sex planted itself on your skin, marked and used like a cock hungry slut your body is utterly marked as one of my servants, this impossible smell attached to your very being as my hips keep on that piston motion in and out of your pussy, my mouth moves down below, I begin to violently suck on those breasts of yours... they have grown one cup, your ass is also more plump, all effects of your defeat, of the new you, your body changing to fit the new person you now are, I nibble and bite on your nipples, while I keep giving your ass that nice slapping with every thrust, soon the red mark of my balls hitting your ass is added with the mark of my hand, your body was my property now, my cockcleaner whore, my worshiper, one of many that would serve me from under this god of a cock.
Time begins to pass, every thrust feels like ages even at the ridiculous speed where my hips look like a blur, the noise of my balls slapping against your ass fills the park, resonated with the noise of my hand slapping your ass, it all combined with the moans and screams of your abused whore self, giving it all and saying it all to everyone to hear, and with that time passes more and more, 10 minutes, 20, 30, 50 minutes of this most brutal session keep on going, the **** never stops, and my cock is barely giving any signs of it's incoming climax, the impact of my hips against your body and the ground have now formed a crater around us, the ground pushed inward because of the ridiculous power of every thrust, this savage showing of strength and speed, my balls now are each the size of soccer balls, massive containers of thick godly cocksludge, what was below me now was no mage of any sort, just another whore eager to be a cockhungry slut, finally signs of my incoming orgasm are starting to show, 1 hour and half since we began and the twitches of my cock are signaling the incoming release, the grunts of pleasure utter bliss as I feel the power rippling from top to bottom, so close to my evolution.
Bradamante:
I moaned and gasped in pained pleasure. I was offered no reprieve during the act, but kept at ground and fucked senseless. Pound after pound, thrust after thrust, you pummeled your dick inside, reshaping my prissy little hole into that of a proper cock slut. Each shove of your dick felt like a wall slamming into my pussy, along with your balls smacking against my thighs and ass with enough **** to leave bruises. "M-Mistress~ Unngh... M-More! Ahhh~!", I cried in overwhelming euphoria. The sheer intensity of your cock had me bordering on the edges of insanity. The heat around us grew, your muscular sweaty frame wafting out a fervent of ungodly musk. The stench invaded my nostrils and filtered into my mind. It dominated with me with little to no effort, branding my soul as yours for the taking. The superior, overpowering stench of Juri Han washed over me, baptizing my lesser frame, imprinting her ownership deep into my skin. Seconds passed, and soon minutes but your cock showed no signs of stopping, bombarding me with an everlasting fury of alpha lust. Everything compiled together - the heat, aroma of sex and your mighty futa cock - it drove me to the edge over and over, orgasm after orgasm, testing the boundaries of my pathetic mortal mind. I was made, fixed, to enjoy it - to be treated as nothing but a mere worshiper to your gargantuan cock. For that was what I was now - a slut - Your slut. In the midst of such bliss, my mind melted into your desires, assimilating into your power. My intelligence, strength and 'Bradamante' as a whole was sucked into the whirlpool of pleasure. I was snatched of everything, ruthlessly torn from whom I was, and, I couldn't give a damn about it. As long as I had your cock to worship, why need to do anything else? As long as I could lap off your daily sweat and filth - as long as I could be fucked to brutal, catastrophic limits, why, why should I even miss my old life? It made no sense.
As my thoughts - or so to say - brainless, devoted adoration continued, you did not relent in the slightest, destroying my virgin pussy to your liking. Every part of my body ached, my cells screaming for me to stop, but my at heart, I enjoyed the struggle. The pain gave me an exhilaration like nothing I had ever felt before. Each slap, spank of thrash from your massive balls or hands, I wanted more. I needed more. Soon, my ass became swollen, red and absolutely miserable - similar to the rest of my figure. My hair was disheveled and I was badly battered, and continued to be so as you tanked me with your throbbing pillar. In such states, the ample changes occuring over my body escaped my supervision, only coming to my notice when your lips latched onto my breasts. I whimpered as your teeth savoured the plump softness of my boobs, relishing on their beauty. Instinctively, upon seeing your face up close, I leaned my head forward, starting to plant several kisses onto your forehead. "T-Thank you.... ahhh.... haa.... mistress.... I l-love being... ahhh.... your slut...", I moaned out with longing, desire and tender affection. What I felt for you prior to our proper encounter mattered not anymore. Now, to me, you were the epitome of beauty and power - my master - and I could not think of worshipping any other. Your balls doubled, no, tripled in size, those gigantic pair of melons imapcting my ass with far more power than before. The throbbing of your cock took a drastic increase and the scent of sex had reached its pinnacle. I knew what was to come, and accepted it with a passionate, broken smile. My legs wrapped behind your neck, and so did my arms, voluntarily pulling you closer. "Mistress....", I whispered sultrily, "Make me your bitch~"
Juri:
In one last thrust, one last rut of pleasure I press forward as deep as I can, the ground deforms from this single impact even more, your ass ripples from the impact, your body mashed against the ground one last time, my balls rest on your ass, the heat as they churn with that thick production, liters and liters of that thick seed being produced, they hang heavily on top of your ass, each of them bigger than your head at this point, rumbling with production and seed preparing to shoot, the sweat on our bodies at this body is forming steam in the air of this thick musk, the very air is covered in the smell of your marking, this thick smell of sex, filled with enough pheromones to make a normal woman go into a breeding frenzy, every bit of your body painted in this thick salty acrid stench of my cock, this godly monster of cockflesh that has plundered the insides of your pussy from top to bottom, every bit of your very being defeated by this cock, everything that made you... you destroyed and absorbed for this cock to become bigger and better, the entire sensation right now was from top to bottom, ownership... everything that made you, the new you... was my cock, an object of worship like no other, an icon of god right inside you, the object of your servitude, every crease, every vein, every pocket of cocksweat it was all your new image of perfection, your new body, your new life it was all defined by the monster that was inside your womb right now, the monster your body was trying it's best to accommodate, after all this was not a guest... this was the new landlord, the new purpose your body would serve, to be used,abused and discarded by this god of cock was your new function, to live in honor of this cock, and to die in honor of this cock, would be your new mission in life
And in that moment as that god cock is inside your womb to the very depths, my balls resting on your ass, your entire body pressed against the ground by my body and weight, you feel the last rumble of pleasure from my balls, this utter explosion inside of them, as suddenly you feel that cock explode, it becomes thicker and suddenly the thick godly sludge begins to go down the length of the cock, becoming thicker and expanding as it goes, the suspense grows and grows in those short seconds where the cum travels the cock all the way to your womb... and in that first spurt of many, liters of that thick sludge is shot inside your womb, a single spurt enough to fill your belly up, a single spurt and your belly already begins to bulge out, already a pressurized part of it comes out through the sides, a roar of pleasure leaves my mouth, capable of being heard on the entire block and even further, the ground around us destroyed, as that steam of sex covers our bodies. It shoots inside your belly more and more, the second spurt comes and your belly inflates, growing more and more no stopping it the second spurt makes you look 8 months pregnant, your body is filled like a ballon already, and the third spurt comes, the fourth, and finally on the fifth I push my cock out of your gaping pussy.
I pull it up with a loud pop and point it at your abused body as I get up, and just the impact of that spurt on your body feels like a firehose, in a single spurt most of your body is covered in that absolutely thick covering of white virile seed, if not for the wardens that block pregnancy, a single drop, a single mL would be enough to impregnate entire families, this ultra fertile seed moving through it, and it does not stop going, every spurt makes things more overwhelming, your body covered from feet to head in that thick covering of seed, that thick absolutely dense cum covering your body entirely as truly it all ends for you

And beyond it all, I can feel this body is almost done

Bradamante:
I grunt hard as you give a deep thrust inside of me. Your frame weighed down upon me, mashing me into the hard solid ground. I felt your balls grow to their peak, churning with a frenzy of virile cum. I felt nothing but joy and bliss in the moment. The overwhelming stench of sex and sweat, and the sweltering heat emanting from your body had be choked for breath. It corrupted my mind, polluting my thoughts with nothing but images and desires for your cock. Anything other - wasteful thoughts were thrown away like trash. I felt a hunger like no other, my lesser, mortal mind thirsting for your cock to ravage me, to use me for its nourishment, like the bitch I was always meant to be. I had degenerated to the lowest of possibilities - every bit of pride, nobility, arrognace and self respect destroyed brutally by your behemoth of a cock. Everything had been snatched, ripped apart from my very being, with only the utmost beliefs of worship to your cock deemed necessary, infiltrating every corner of mind.
Finally, I felt your balls tend and tighten as you pump the first massive rope of your tar thick, near molten cum, the heat spreading throughout my body as the fetid, thick, potent and virile cum is shot into my womb, filling it with your first spurt. But, I knew, that you were nowhere near done. The very earth shook as you unleashed your load, finally claiming me as your own in the most primitive and ferocious of manners. Your cock throbbed once more in a feral roar of lust and pleasure. My eyes bulged out and I squealed out in a mix of pain and excitement. Again and again, blasts of white, thick masses of sludge intruded my womb, filling it beyond capacity, threatening to let it burst if continued as such. My mind could think of nothing else at this moment of time. The instant you ejaculated, let lose the flood of alpha seed inside of me, I knew, from that moment onwards, I was yours. A mindless slut for you toy with over and over, until I laid in your interests. As I felt your cock exit my womb, and my pussy following, I made a **** expression, but offered no complaint. A whore like me was in no place to question its master. I grunted as you stood up, and tried to do so myself, but I was too exhausted. I felt weak, unsteady and unbearably soft, your cock having sapped out the very last bit of energy I had. But. I was glad that I did not stand up, for it when your next spray of seed took impact on my body, I felt ecstatic, my body drenched in white, with gallons of heavy, viscous seed weighing me down. With the exception of my eyes, which I had involuntarily closed upon your release, my entire frame was coated in semen. I was spent. I gave you a small smile. "Thank you.... mistress Juri...."
I couldn't help but feel privileged when granted with your divine seed, both inside and out as you declared me as your property. In gratitude - and my own lustful fantasies - I began to slurp down the fertile seed, making audible gulping sounds as I did so. It was intoxicatingly bitter and far more potent that anything I had ever tasted in my life. But it was perfect, just as you were.