Rules of Nature

She'd been foolish. Cocky. She thought that her newfound strength and willpower would be enough to overcome both the yearning in her womb and the overwhelming strength of the King of the Jungle.

MJ had been hastily defeated and claimed, her **** pussy quickly filled with his cock. He fucked her silly as she tried to hold onto reason. His thick cock pounded in and out of her tight pussy into her came inside of her — one of many.

That was five years ago now. Any semblance or trace of who she had been seemed like a hazy dream. There was no 'MJ' or 'Kraven' or even 'Spider-Man.' Instead, there was Shlyukha, ****-queen of the King of the Jungle.

She crawled on all fours as she followed him around dutifully, leashed and collared as she was. She'd quickly come to understand that she never had a chance; this was how it was meant to be. The minute she entered this jungle, she belonged to her master.

But she didn't need to fight or think or struggle. She just needed to submit. She was still strong, but she didn't need to worry about fighting or protecting herself since her master would take care of everything for her.

As he sat on his throne, hearing the denizens of the jungle bring forth complaints, MJ knelt in front of him, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked on his cock. "Sho good, mashter!" She cooed, looking up at him in pure ecstacy and addiction.

"Now, now, slut. Don't talk with your mouth full and don't interrupt," he patted her head, earning a giggle a smile from her.

"Shorry!" She replied and kept at it. She needed to make sure he was warmed up and ready to fuck later! Even if it took all day, she would keep him nice and hard for her wanting cunt. After all, twenty-four kids was hardly enough for her master. As she rubbed her pregnant belly, she couldn't wait to make more.