Breeding Anya

He dropped his monks’ belt down, revealing his thick, hard cock. The High Priest moved his hands down to Anya’s knees, splitting her legs open wide as he moved inside her thighs, her waiting, wet pussy exposed for him. He gripped his dick and slid it up and down her pussy, teasing her almost. Anya thought out, “No…don’t tease me ….just fuck me.” The High Priest let out a deep hissing laugh as he responded, “…You…will…make many from me…many, many elites.” From that the Kantus looked into Anya’s face, his black soulless eyes like staring into the abyss, and he shoved his cock deep within Anya.

“OOHHHhhhhh!!!” Anya said both mentally and verbally. Her body rocking back and forth slowly. The Kantus High Priest gripped her thighs tightly, his claws leaving their marks on her white skin as she felt him driving in and out, more and more, pistoning his way through her deep, wet pussy.

His head leaned into her neck, his long wet tongue slithering over her skin, leaving a wet trail of his saliva behind. Not having enough, he licked at her massive tits, the size which used to be a manageable DD, now seemingly a FF. If Anya could think about it, she wouldn’t be able to hold a rifle with her new massive fun bags, let alone fight off the Horde.

As the fucking increased, Anya’s body and the High Priest melded together more and more, a symbiosis of breeding. Anya *panted* out more and more, her orgasm spilling over the top as the Kantus Monk suddenly reeled her body in close and released his mighty load inside of her, the heavy throbbing body of the High Priest leaning against Anya’s bare flesh.

After a minute of post-coitus pause with the High Priest’s cock pulsing out the last remnants of his seed deep inside of Anya, he removed himself from her dripping cunt and took a step back. From there he bowed down and recited a silent prayer, turning and walking out afterwards.