No. You'll be his Queen.

You don't know what's going on anymore but you give in.
"Fill me," you tell him.
He grins as he continues to thrust and continues to rub his clawed hand against your stomach.
"What is your name," he says through a grunt as he picks up the pace.
"I... I don't know," you admit.
"Then choose."
"Jane," you say without thinking.
He buries his head in your neck and breathes heavily again as he keeps up his thrusting.
"Mmmm, Jane. You'll be mine soon enough. I'm going to make you a mother."
"Do it," you groan. You are so close to orgasm it hurts, and judging by the way his thrusts are picking up speed, you guess he is close as well.

He comes with a moan so loud it vibrates your body. It feels like an explosion inside of you and seed by the bucket is poured into you. It doesn't take long to feel your stomach tingling as it stretches to accommodate his load, You sigh in both pain and pleasure as he rubs your belly as it grows. Within seconds you're inflated to the point where you look five or six months pregnant.