Ultimagirl--Internal

After a glance at her barely conscious mother, she croaked, “Me! I deserve it!”

Ultraboy moved at super-speed, slamming the extra-durable Ultimagirl back against the wall she was leaning on and buried his cock in her sopping pussy in a single stroke. Her strong legs leapt from the floor to encircle his waist and he pinned her hands to the wall in a grip hard enough to hurt, if she’d been able to feel anything but the pleasure of finally being filled, as she’d wanted for more than an hour at this point. His face was a bare inch from hers, her ragged breathing a hot wave against his face.

“So you want me to breed you, do you?” He asked.

A spark lit behind her dull blue eyes, but another thrust blew out the candle-light of her brain, leaving only meat which was reacting to the pleasure he was giving her by wrapping her legs ever tighter, like a boa constrictor trying to swallow its prey, her cunt was trying to envelope his cock, but for all her efforts, she was not strong enough to in any way impede his thrusting. Her breasts had escaped their leather confines and were now damn near stuck to his costume by her sweat.

“Beg, bitch, or I’ll give it to your momma!” He yelled

Her lips parted and kissed him gently. “Give it to me.” She whispered. “Make me yours as no one ever has. Make me your breeding cow, your slut, your whore. Knock me up and make my tits as big as hers, so I can wrap them around your prick every day, so I can wake you up to fresh breast milk. I promise I’ll be good, except when you want me to be bad, just give it to me, not her, please…” It was a stream of consciousness, not a plea, her brain was too dead to produce lies. “Everyone always wanted her, but you want me, take me, make me yours, prove I’m yours!” Something animal, primitive, was coming out of her, he was fucking it out of her, as well as the other, more complex and civilized issues between them. She was being remade into what she’d said she would be, it was not a bluff, not a trap, but plain truth. She was his. “I AM YOURS! USE ME AS YOU PLEASE!” She admitted.

At that, he thrust so hard they actually spilled through into the wall, broken plasterboard filling the air with dust and digging painfully into her back, that and the knowledge that she’d made him so aroused he did it, broke her and she came again, writhing atop his cock, in much the same manner her mother had writhed beneath it.

And with that he was cumming, pouring life into her womb, oceans of it, as her cunt rippled against him endlessly, a moment that would not end as pleasure burned them both from end to end, Ultraboy was cumming as he never had and he could not resist, he staggered backwards and Ultimagirl hit the floor ass first, so out of it that her reflexes didn’t even attempt to stop her fall. Ultraboy stepped forward again and shot his last line of cum across her breasts and face, a line proving an internal change with an external mark. Her eyes closed and she didn’t even twitch at the marking, though once she would have considered it degrading and beneath her.

Ultraboy stepped forward and wrote his name, his real name, in the cum across her chest, using his still sensitive cock-head as a brush, then he announced clearly, “What a good idea,” as if Ultimagirl had just suggested something and walked (okay, stumbled) to where Ultimamom was slowly beginning to recover, though her ass had still not regained its original tightness. He freed her hands and without being bound to the wall, she lacked the strength to even remain on the counter, instead sliding to the floor, just as her daughter, just as her mistress had. “Clean it, like I and your Mistress command,” he said to her as her eyes opened to stare at the filthy cock that had buggered her, might have impregnated her daughter and was currently bobbing before her full lips, blue eyes and aristocratic features…