Inside her

She resumed her struggling when your twitching manhood hinted at what awaited.

"Get it out! GET IT OUT NOW!"

"Too late, fucking take it whore!" you grunted, seconds before the dam broke.

"N-noooo..." she moaned weakly as rope after rope of your steaming seed flooded her well-plowed pussy.

"You bastard..." The barb was barely audible as she hid her head in her hands and wept bitterly.

Thoroughly spent, and already uncomfortable at experiencing the aftermath of your ****, you effortlessly conjure the sphere of Oblivion and shatter it against the side of her head.

She collapsed like a defective marionette. It was expected; a sentient creature could not endure having a piece of its existence tampered with and remain conscious. She'd remember nothing of tonight when she awoke.