It most certainly is, it’s time to claim Mélanie for good!

Without a word, as if she can anticipate your very thoughts before you even figure them out, Mélanie bends over on all fours and splays herself before you, ass up in the air, auburn tresses trailing over what must be an unpleasant, soggy floor. The position of a ****, face-down and ready to get fucked to pieces without even the satisfaction of holding her master’s gaze. You love it, even though it’s a shame you won’t be able to admire her tits, coated as they are with a sloppy layer of your cum.

This time, you don’t hesitate to consider your options, your arousal and devilish instincts assuming total control over your actions, little forked tongue popping out in excited anticipation of the prize. Your hands, small though they might be, curve out into miniature claws and hack viciously at the cured leather trousers protecting Mélanie’s intimacy from your eager eyes. She makes no complaint, nor does she even move as you accomplish your task, leaving a great gaping hole in her armour so as to give you an easy opening to her glistening sex. Nor does she say a word as you get into place, her hips swaying to support your tense frame as you flutter just behind her, ready to fuck her like the dog she is. Only when you push inside her for the first time, your overlarge cock stretching apart her tender folds, does she utter a rasping, lingering moan.

You also let out a contented sigh as you slip into Mélanie’s aching body, your own enjoyment matched only by that of the archer, who quivers nervously in excitement and unnatural lust as you probe ever further into the depths opening up at you touch. Her every muscle twitches to greet you, welcoming you into the moist tunnel enveloping your entire, unnatural length. Your pulsating, beastly member remains smeared in the viscous seed with which you just doused Mélanie’s breasts; the sticky substance acts as the perfect lubricant as you slide your way into the bounty-hunter. After what seems an eternity, you bottom out and prod against the inner walls of Mélanie’s sex, eliciting another tentative cry of pleasure from your captive, mixed with a subtle hint of pain as you search somewhat mercilessly to delve deeper.

Satisfied that you truly have claimed the furthest reaches of your most willing prisoner, you quickly withdraw to gain some momentum, eager to fill Mélanie’s fertile womb to the brim with your demonic cum. Your dick pops out with a noisy slurp as you retreat fully...before you ram it back in again with a powerful thrust. You jab your puny hips forward with all your strength, your muscles tensing as one to allow maximum penetration. You impale Mélanie on your cock as if it were a lance, rushing into her depths, then clawing your way back out before plundering her body anew. She whines in unbridled delight, rocking back against your every move and begging you for more. In her addled state, your lustful poison coursing through her limbs, she wants nothing more than a fresh batch of potent cum, and she’s not afraid to show it. Her dripping pussy clamps tightly around you, holding you in place as you rapidly build speed inside of her. She starts to whimper as you **** you way in and out, withdraw slightly, then in again and again and again...suddenly erupting in a powerful spurt as you abruptly empty your balls into her hot twat...’Uuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!’

You fall backwards, happy and exhausted, as Mélanie crumples in a heap on the dank grass of the clearing. You’ve just fulfilled her every dream and desire...quite literally. A thick splatter of your seed hits the ground with a loud splosh as the rest works its magic, no doubt doing its job on the young woman’s womb even as you admire her immobile form. It’s with an extremely contented sigh that you let go of your impish consciousness, slowly letting your eyelids flutter closed as you return to your human body. It almost feels strange to leave the creature to its own devices, but you have no doubt that he’ll take good care of Mélanie in the future.

Invigorated, you adjust to your normal-sized frame as you reawaken in the obsidian blackness of your seeing chamber. After such a successful breeding, you’re almost tempted to rest for a few minutes before returning to the glowing orb locked in place before your outstretched hands...but then the thought of doing it all again thankfully gets the better of you. Which monster will you honour next with your possession? Which horror will you leave with a delectable new playmate?