He impregnates her

Scrappy's grip on her hips tightened, his claws digging into her soft flesh as he slammed into her with all his might. "You're going to take it," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to take all of me and bear my pups." He leaned down, his massive cock pumping into her with a feral intensity, his breath hot against her ear. "You're going to be my bitch, Velma, my breeding bitch."

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the pressure building once more, her body responding to the brutal claiming despite her fear. "N-no," she whimpered, her voice a breathless whisper. But her pussy clenched around him, her hips bucking up to meet his, silently begging for more.

With a roar that shook the very foundations of the cavern, Scrappy flexed his massive new muscles. "PUP-" he began to scream, the word morphing into a guttural growl as he reached the peak of his climax. His cock swelled even larger, filling Velma completely, stretching her to her limits. "P-POWER!" He grunted, his body shaking with the **** of his orgasm.

Velma felt the hot flood of his seed fill her, his cum like molten lava as it spurted deep inside her womb. Her eyes widened with shock and pleasure, her body convulsing with another powerful climax as she felt the power of his monstrous form surge through her. The cavern was filled with the sound of their combined screams, echoing off the walls like a symphony of lust and domination.

Scrappy pulled out of her with a wet, sloppy sound, his cock still pulsing with the last remnants of his climax. He watched with a smug smile as her pussy spasmed, trying to hold onto the thick shaft that had so thoroughly claimed her. Velma lay there, panting and trembling, her body a mess of bruises and bite marks from his vicious lovemaking.

"Look at you," he taunted, his voice still deep and powerful. "Soaking wet and begging for more." He leaned in, his sharp teeth glinting in the candlelight as he nipped at her earlobe. "You're going to love bearing my pups, Velma. They'll be strong, like me."

Velma lay there, gasping for air, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of her was terrified by what had just transpired, but another part of her—a darker, more primal part—was thrilled by the sheer power and dominance Scrappy had displayed. Her body was a map of his conquest, marked with red claw prints and the sticky residue of his seed.

He stepped back, his monstrous form looming over her, chest heaving with exertion. "You see, Velma," he gloated, his voice now a deep, resonant growl, "you can't resist the power of the Daemon Ritus. You're going to give me what I want, and you're going to love it." His eyes narrowed with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he watched her tremble beneath him.

The warmth of his cum continued to spread through her, igniting a fire in her loins that she had never felt before. Despite her fear, she found herself craving more, her body betraying her with every shiver of pleasure that coursed through her veins. She felt his seed seep out of her, painting the cold stone of the altar with a slick, sticky trail.

"Sc-Scrappy," Velma panted, her voice a mix of fear and awe. "What have you done to me?"

He leaned down, his massive chest pressing against her heaving breasts. "I've made you mine," he murmured, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin. "And now, you'll bear my young." He stepped back, his cock still erect and gleaming with their combined juices. "But first, we must ensure my power grows," he said, his eyes glinting with malice. "Daphne will be next."