No

Viviana watched as he poked around the room. He gave the space a cursory glance, all the while jerking himself to maintain his hardness. It seemed like not enough time had passed at all before he turned back to the witch.

“Oh well.”

“No! Oh my god, no please! Please don’t!”

Viviana started thrashing again against her chains. She was **** to escape the monster cock swinging between the creature’s legs. He just grinned down at her as he climbed into the bed and positioned himself at her entrance. He placed his massive hands on her hips, holding her in place. Her upper body continued to twist, trying to escape him, but she only succeeded in entertaining him as her tits jiggled.

He reached up and slapped one hard. Viviana screamed in pain. He laughed again and slapped her once more. Her tit tingled. It was almost pleasurable. But the pleasure was quickly replaced by more pain as he slapped her chest for a third time.

He almost seemed to lose interest in her pussy, instead focusing on slapping and soon punching her chest. She felt the bruises begin to bloom as he went. Soon she was sobbing quietly, barely able to fight back against the onslaught. She looked up at the creature through her tears and saw in his bovine eyes a look of pure enjoyment. He loved torturing her. She could tell.

As she stopped fighting, his interest in her chest seemed to wane. He placed his hand roughly between her legs and a feeling of total shame washed over Viviana. She was wet. And he could tell. He spat across her face.

“Whore. Kalfr will be sure to tell your masters what a pain slut you are.”

“Oh god… please…” Viviana was exhausted from her torment and could barely string a sentence together. She didn’t want this. She desperately wanted to escape. To be anywhere else. She stretched her fingers against their cuffs and tried to make a sigil, any sigil, but she felt the last threads of hope leave her body as she found she was too well bound.

Kalfr’s laugh was like boulders tumbling down a mountain. Viviana felt the massive head of his cock pressing against her entrance. It felt like someone was forcing a fist inside her. She screamed as he pressed forward, perforce slowly since she was so tight for him. He grunted as he **** himself into the witch. The room was filled with Viviana’s protestation; he’d gone almost completely quiet.

With barely half of his cock inside her, she felt the head press against her cervix. It was excruciatingly but also exquisitely painful. Slowly but surely, he began thrusting, banging his cock against the opening to her womb. A new horror dawned on her: she had no protection against bearing this monster’s seed. How far she’d fallen, from powerful witch to monster whore. Could she even bear an ox man’s child? Wouldn’t the horns tear her apart? She moaned as the thoughts penetrated her mind. She was unable to shake the fear as Kalfr picked up the pace. She cried as he fucked her, used and debased as she was. The monster had no concern for her pleasure, but in spite of that she felt the heat begin to build between her legs.

She knew she was wet for this ****. Between being stretched beyond any capacity she thought she had and having her body abused by this monster were undeniably turning her on. Just as she’d wanted to cum for the orc fucking her in a public square, she felt herself wanting to cum for this monster. Through her tears, she moaned again, this time in pleasure from the onslaught.

Before she could make it, Kalfr roared and she felt his hot seed flood her waiting womb. She let out a long, plaintive “NoooooOOOOOO” as he did. She knew this could be the moment a seed took root inside her, draining her magic and leaving her fully consigned to this new life she’d been bought into. He laughed again, holding himself inside her as his fist-like cockhead twitched against the witch’s cervix. He knew how powerful he was and he knew his odds were good.

“If I seed you, witch, you become mine.”

“Nooo, oh god please, please pull out.”

“Too late. We’ll have to see if you’re Kalfr’s whore now.”

His grin made his bovine face look somehow predatory. When he finished, he withdrew slowly from Viviana’s cunt. She could feel her hole gaping, begging to be filled, as some of his seed dripped out of her. She felt the warmth still in her womb and knew that the only reason some was escaping was that he’d cum so much. As he readjusted himself and dressed again, a thought crossed her mind.

“Please… payment…”

Kalfr snorted. “Probably an advance on you.” He dropped a few coins into the box next to the bed and unceremoniously left, letting the door slam behind him.

Viviana stared up at the ceiling. She hated herself. She felt dirty and used. But primary among her feelings was the feeling that she needed to cum. And that brought her the most shame of all.