Taken

Maria could feel the weight pushing down on her.

She writhed, pressing her body against it, feeling coarse fur brush against her naked body.

Something pressed at her sex, hard and thick it spread the petals of her flower. Pushing into her, she cried out, the size was too much to take even as she wanted more.

It kept spreading her, wider and wider, beyond the point of breaking and yet it never stopped. She felt the warmth course through her, the holy seed filling her. The writhing of each sperm as it pressed at her egg.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to laugh.

She needed to cum.

Maria shot upright in her bed, sweat pouring off her body as she gasped for breath.

The dream had been intense. Even now, a scan few seconds after waking she felt the parts of it spinning away from her. Images that had seemed crystal clear a moment ago shattering to nothing as she tried to grasp them.

She stayed awake for a long time after that, her eyes locked on the door to her room, like a child who had been told a scary story before going to bed.