Having Sex With Your Prince

'Machine Prince' Damian is literally 'hung like a horse', one of his several mutations. His cock is five inches wide and three feet long, and shaped like a horse's penis, with no glans to speak of and no foreskin either. He also has a horse's stamina in the bedroom, he lasts about 15 seconds while fucking but can and will fuck 15 times a day, pouring out around a cup of semen with each ejaculation. (His balls are literally the size of your head.)

He normally has 7 different women 'service' him each day, but today you have made a bet with him, which he has granted you because it amuses him to do so: if you can 'Service' him by yourself for 7 days without injuring yourself he will change your enslavement into an indenture, you will serve him for 96 years and then be free!

This is his third 'servicing' of the day, and it is scarce past dawn: though it is deep winter in this part of this world and the nights last for 16 hours. Still, you have only been awake an hour and a half and he has already made you drink a cup of jizz, taken you in your ass, and now is about to pour a cup measure's worth of baby batter into your unprotected pussy. You are unclear on if it is even possible for you to get pregnant, Fabius claimed that the genetic profiles and simulations said it could in theory happen and he had proven that theory with a few of the first run test subjects of your 'company' but each person is different and with all the Chaos radiation you have been exposed to over your 37 years of life it's anyone's guess if your womb is still fertile, not to mention if it is what kind of abominations you might give birth to. In truth you are hoping you DO get pregnant, your Prince made it clear when he first bought you and your sisters what the terms were for your service: you all were his slaves, as was his deal with Fabius Bile, your creator, UNTILL each of you bore him a healthy and stable son, then you would serve an indenture of 69 years and after that be free to go where, or do what, you wished, though welcome among the Irradiators whenever your paths crossed so long as your presence did not endanger the chapter.

“Cum in me my Prince! Make my belly swell with your child!” You cry passionately, knowing he wont mind your 'giving orders' during sex as long as you don't try to **** the issue if he ignores them. Suddenly he bottoms out again in your (much too short for his massive member,) twat, and you feel the high pressure spray of his semen gushing against your cervix. In that moment you pray silently to each of the gods of chaos in turn to make clear the way for you to conceive and clamp down your cunt muscles to milk out as much of his creamy white fuck juice as you can.

=][=Well done Alice Manganese, you are surprisingly still winning our bet, you may be out of your enslavement by this time next week...=][= your Prince, Damian Vorhapilos, says with a trace of a smile in his mechanical voice, as his penis begins to withdraw into his groin again.

“Thank you my Prince, though I am mindful that should I bear your child from this or any other encounter I will be out of my indenture 27 years early...” You remark, lying flat on the bed from being on all fours and putting a pink and purple silk scarf between your legs to soak up the cum pouring out of your pussy as it contracts from being so deliciously stretched.