a happy mother

the rutting slowly shifts from angry necessity to passion as her body language relaxes. as the beast mounts itself on the branches you shift her facing upward so it can push deeper into her hammering its knot against her crotch till finally you see the branches give way as it colapses on top of her with a loud pop of its hilted rod as you hear her whine like a dog locking her legs around its body clawing at its sides. and you sit there in awe as it drools on her and she takes its tongue into her mouth the beast reciprocating in a sloppy tongue kiss, the tendrils visibly distending her through now relaxed past the point of having a gag reflex by the experience. you walk to the side healing muffled wet gurgling noises as lumped masses the size of apples move along the base of its cock into her body each one passed eliciting a choked cry out of her. no doubt the creature impregnating her with some sort of eggs.

but for the time being she seems to be so lobotomized with aphrodisiac's that she's stopped caring about you.