King Sized

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/48890467.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con
Category: F/M
Fandoms: Furry (Fandom), Original Work
Relationships: Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Original Female
Character(s)/Original Male Character(s)
Characters: Original Furry Character(s), Original Anthropomorphic Character(s),
Original Female Character(s), Original Characters
Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Furry, lion, Anthropomorphic, Anthro/Human
Relationships, Fantasy, Royalty, Weight Gain, Belly Kink, Reader-Insert,
Female Ejaculation, Female Protagonist, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Sex,
Breeding, Impregnation, Pregnant Sex, Lactation Kink, Lactation
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-07-27 Completed: 2023-09-11 Words: 5,503 Chapters:
2/2
 King Sized
by MrBinx

Summary

You get hired as a servant for your lord, but when your fetishes get the better of you you're
demoted from serving wench to breeding bitch.

Notes

Wow, it really has been a while. I suppose this is a return to form to some of my first stories.
Do expect more WG stuff soon, since I do actually have another story already done.

See the end of the work for more notes

 Chapter 1

Your heart is filled with trepidation as you walk the castle halls. It's cold and dark, and the
advisor doesn't look you in the eye. He doesn't even look at you. The jackal kept his eyes
facing forward as he led you down the winding halls until you both came to a simple set of
oaken doors.

The advisor knocked twice before a deep baritone answered from inside. "Come in."

You led into a small office. The fireplace burned almost as low as the candelabras. A massive
lion sat at the desk. Barrel-chested and broad-shouldered. Muscles barely contained beneath
his fine suit. His fur was sand-colored, and his mane was like a golden weave. He barely
looked up as you entered. He was your king: Sébastien.

"I've brought her m'lord," the advisor said with a bow.

He finally glanced up. A deep-set frown on his face as he looked over you. His gaze felt
crushing. You do your best not to flinch away from it, but you can't help but squirm.
Sébastien let out a derisive snort. "Can she do the job?"

"Yes. We've already instructed her on the castle's layout and functions," the advisor said.

"Then go get me a platter of food from the kitchen," he commanded.

You shrink under the weight of that gaze, quickly retreating out of the room. You were
trained well. You know the layout of the castle. You know precisely where the kitchens are.
You don't even have to ask anything from the scullery maids, as you have also been trained in
what to prepare.

A simple meal consisting of beef brisket and stewed vegetables. You dump it all in the pot
and then run into a problem. You were given precise instructions regarding how to make his
tea. There were two kinds of sugar: white cubes and brown powder. Your king could only
have one, not the other. Something about his metabolism, if you recall, but that was all you
could remember. Yet you couldn't dally any longer.

You went with white. You dumped four cubes into the cup and stirred until it was all
dissolved. Maybe that will hide your mistake. You begin the walk back to his office. Did you
take the long way, or was that merely your sense of dread?

The walk back is longer than before? Or maybe it was dread stretching your sense of time.
You arrive back at his office. Sébastien and the jackal both watch you set the plate down on
his desk and take a step back. Sébastien examines the food for a moment before beginning
with small bites. He even drinks the tea without fuss. And so you suppose you did everything
right.

But suppositions are often incorrect.

Nothing changes in the days that follow. You make his food and prepare his tea with four
sugar cubes, but something changes in Sébastien. You don't notice it at first, but you do hear
it. In overheard whispers between the king and his advisor that fall silent the moment you
walk into the room.

Then you began to see it. The changes were subtle at first. Sébastien added a hole to his belt
and ordered a larger shirt; even a girdle was employed. He took up jogging in the morning
and evenings, but it wouldn't change a thing. After all, you were still serving him tea. The
problem quite literally grew and grew.

The once-dapper lion got pudgy. Sébastien's midsection poked out, and his arms were now
soft. Even his thighs stretched the fabric of his pants. He put both paws on his desk and got
up with a grunt. He seemed to stumble as he walked, the excess clearly something he wasn't
used to. And they were none the wiser that you were the cause.

You arrive at his office with another platter, as is your job, but this time two new faces await
you. Perhaps faces is the wrong word because the helmets the guards wear prevent you from
seeing their faces at all. Your heart skips a beat. From the air in the room and how everyone
turns their head towards you, it's easy to tell that you were the subject of conversation.

"Speak of the devil. You're demoted." Sébastien finishes the rest of the platter before turning
to you. "Take her to my quarters; I'll solve two birds with one stone."

The guards don't hesitate. They grabbed you under the arms and dragged you away. You
didn't recognize this part of the castle, and you didn't recognize the room they threw you in. It
was large enough to be its own house. There was a desk with shelves in one corner and a
bathroom in the other. In the center was the largest bed you've ever seen.

It takes some time for Sébastien to step into the room. Your king barely spares a glance at
you before he begins to disrobe. First to go was his jacket, revealing a buttoned shirt that
hugged his body. The buttons dug into his soft flesh, trying with all their might to keep
themselves together. He breathed a sigh of relief as he slowly unbuttoned them one after the
other. His belly fell forward—a large pudgy mound covered in golden fur. It slumped over,
drooping past his waist.

His belly was so big he had to fiddle blindly to undo his belt and then force his pants down
his chubby legs. They were soft and round. The excess fat jiggled as he walked over to a
sitting chair and fell upon it. The chair is boughed under his immense weight, but it does not
break. He gestures with his paw. You're too stunned to do anything but sit there.

Sébastien grumbles, rising slowly from the chair, walking towards you to grab the collar of
your uniform. He yanks you forward, dragging you across the floor, so he can sit back down
in his chair and throw you to the ground at his feet. He looks down at you expectantly,
spreading his large thighs as far as they can go.

Then it hits you. You've been demoted from serving wench to breeding bitch.

With no other choice, you inch closer. He spreads his legs, but his thighs are so big that they
still squish against your shoulders. Your fingers sink into the soft fat of his belly as you heft it
up, revealing what hides beneath. A cock as gargantuan as the man it belongs to. As thick as
your wrist and longer than your arm. Right below it, [udgy and full, pressed against the chair,
were his balls.

There was no way you could fit that in your mouth! Where would you even begin?

You feel something grasp the back of your head. Sébastien pulls you forward, burying your
face in his soft flesh. You can feel his cock pulse against your face, and his balls gurgle
against your lips. You can smell the thick musk coming off it. A mixture of sweat and semen
invades your nose, filling your mind. It's so thick, hazy, and warm.

He drops his belly. The soft fat falls on top of your head, locking you in place, preventing
your escape. All you can do is breathe in his lewd scent. It stank of masculinity and virility—
the salty stench of sweat and semen. Your heart begins to quicken, and you feel a twinge
down below, juices running down your thigh.

It was so dank and musty. The air was so thick you found it hard to breathe. Every whiff was
a mouthful of powerful lion musk. Your face is already soaked, smeared with his rank ball
sweat. You can't even wipe it off. You feel it drip down your forehead, across your cheeks,
and sliding over your lips.

Just the tiniest bit of a single droplet slips past your lips, and you find yourself reeling. It was
intense. A strong flavor that seemed to coat your entire tongue. You feel hot. It becomes
harder to think. You hear something. You think for a second it's him before you realize it's
you. A breathy, lustful little moan escapes your lips. Your tongue is already out, and it's
gliding over his shaft.

You went up and up until, eventually, your lips passed over his tip, and you sank down and
down. He was so big. It filled your mouth, puffing up your cheeks. You could barely wiggle
your tongue as his cock pressed it down. You gagged. A choking sound muffled beneath all
his fat as he reached the back of your throat.

It's as far as you can go, but Sébastien's impatience shows. You feel his paw against the back
of your head before he pulls. You feel the weight of his belly against your head and his fat
thighs squeezing your head. You can't even feel the cool breeze of the world behind you.
You're completely immersed in his soft fat, stinking musk, and thick cock. Your eyes water.
You would've choked and gagged if your throat wasn't full of cock. It's too dark at his center
to see the bulge in your throat, but you can feel it all the same.

Every throb makes your whole head shake as he pulls your head back and forth. You kiss his
sack every time, feeling the coarse fur on your lips, breathing in more musk than air. Your
entire chest feels warm. Reality gaining an unreal dream-like feel. Being used so roughly... its
shameful and degrading, but not even Sébastien's soft, plump fat can muffle your moans.

It rises up from inside you. A powerful sensation. It pools all your energy in one place, and
you clench your entire body like a rag being wrung dry as you cum. It sends shivers up your
spine, drowning your thoughts with a pleasant haze as Sébastien continues to fuck your throat
until he suddenly stops.
He pulls his cock out of your mouth. A thin line of semen and spit still connect it to your lips
before his paw latches onto your shirt collar like a dog, dragging you up off your knees. He
has to lean forward to see past his gut at the dark spot on his rug.

"You fatten me up and then make a mess of my carpet."

He tosses you onto his bed. You're lying on your back. You see Sébastien walk up to you.
Each step makes the room shake. As he stands over you, it hits you how big he is. From his
pudgy, fat arms to his chubby, swollen legs. A glorious pair of cock and balls as fat as the rest
of him.

Even his pecs had become soft mounds, sitting snuggly on top of his prodigious belly. His
stomach is huge, bulging out, hanging past his waist, wobbling, jiggling, bouncing with every
step. You know there's some wrong with you. Everything about this fat kitty that just...

Sébastienlooks down at. His eyebrows knit together, and he lets out a derisive snort.

"You disgust me," he says. "You're too stupid and incompetent to follow basic instructions.
You're too gross and perverted to keep your gross fetishes to yourself."

You feel Sébastien's weight on top of you as he leans over, reaching out with his large hand to
grab your dress. Despite replacing his muscle with so much fat, he tears your clothes apart
with ease. First, he gets rid of your dress, then he pulls apart your underwear, leaving you
completely bare.

Your sopping, wet pussy feels so cold when exposed to the open air. Your pathetic little
mewls don't serve to impress him. Sébastien leans forward. There's a hefty glorp as all his fat
shifts and falls on top of you. He's much taller than you, so you aren't face to face; rather,
you're squished against his chest or his entire body.

His weight is immense. His belly falls on top of you, pressing you down. The entire bed
buckles, trapping your further into his girth. You can't move yourself; he's just too heavy. His
chest is against your face. You're buried in his soft moobs. Your nose pressed into his fur,
smelling the heady masculine sweat. You're completely trapped.

His weight shifts upward, and the bed creaks. You feel his fat cock brush up against your
entrance. You barely choked it down! How are you- he gives you no time to think. The air is
stolen from your lungs, and your pussy is stretched wide as he forces his way in with a single
quick thrust.

He skewers you. You feel his cock put pressure against your insides, spreading them out nice
and wide as it dives in. It brushes against your walls, soothing an itch you couldn't scratch.
It's overwhelming. You wrap your arms and legs as far around him as you can manage,
digging your fingers past his fur and into his soft fat. Sébastien is all the way inside with a
single thrust. You feel his balls gurgling against your butt.

Before you can recover, he pulls back. Your insides shrink down to their usual size. You feel
cold and empty, and aching. It's not for long. Sébastien quickly forces his way into you again.
You moan in delight, but it's muffled underneath his girth. He does this over and over,
thrusting into you with all his might, forcing your pussy to stretch wider and wider. His
chambers are filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of sex.

His cock reaches deep, hitting your most sensitive spots, tickling more and more pleasure
from you. It's happening again. A strange energy bubbling up from your stomach. Like a pot
boiling over. You clench your body. The wrong choice as it only serves to make Sébastien
thrusts harder and your climax even stronger. You cum on his cock, soaking it with your
juices. He keeps hammering into you. He doesn't stop. He doesn't even slow down.

You're beneath him. Literally and figuratively. He doesn't care if you're enjoying this or
which hole he uses. He doesn't care how much you scream his name or savor the taste of his
cum on your tongue or the smell of his musk. He doesn't care if each thrust sends you reeling,
pounding what little dignity you have left into the dirt. The only thing Sébastien cares about
is how tight you can be.

You're completely lost. In the feeling of his cock, beneath all his fat, as a human being
deserving of pride, dignity, or respect. The pleasure's just too much. Each thrust sends a jolt
up your spine. An electric pleasure that nearly drives you mad. And it only gets harder and
harder to think as Sébastien does more and more.

His pack quickens. The bed creaks and shakes, groaning like a monster as Sébastien uses his
entire weight to go deep inside. You feel his balls churn against your butt. Even if you had the
sense of mind to brace yourself, it wouldn't help.

Long, hot sticky strings of cum shoot into you. It splashes around your insides, filling up
what little space wasn't taken by his cock. It's so hot. Warmth spreads from your pussy
throughout your entire being. You tremble in pleasure, but Sébastien doesn't care. He keeps
his cock lodged deep inside you, pumping every last bit of virulent cum into you. It seems to
go on forever. It spills out your butt, making a mess of the sheets and spilling down onto the
carpet.

When the last shot finishes and Sébastien pulls back, you breathe a sigh of relief, only to
have it stolen from you when he dives back in. His cock is still hard. A mixture of his cum
and your juices squelch as he resumes fucking you once more. Words are lost to you. All you
can do is ride these waves of pleasure.

He fucks you for hours and hours, pumping you full of thick, viscous cum. When he does
finish, finally pulling his cock out, you lie on his sheets. Your legs are numb, and your pussy
is sore. You feel like you're more cum than human. Even then, Sébastien isn't done. The bed
groans as the fat lion sits on the edge of the bed.

"Clean me up," he commands.

You don't hesitate, crawling into his lap, you're lips already open, you're tongue gliding
across the surface of his cock. You taste yourself and him at once. A strange salty mixture. It
tastes like ambrosia. You feel his fat fingers slip between your cheeks, toying with you're
cum ridden hole.
For how much semen spills out of your ass, you can still feel it. The heat. The buzz. The
frantic energy in your womb. Already, you're chest feels heavy, and your body strange and
weird. There can be no doubt about it. You are most certainly pregnant.

- SOME TIME LATER -

Sébastien sits in his study with another plate of food on his desk. A collection of sweets piled
high as he did his paperwork. You, of course, are in the same place you always are: beneath
him. The actual position doesn't matter. Sometimes you're between his legs, sucking him dry.
Other times you're literally beneath his butt, tasting his musky hole. Right now, you're on his
lap. Your back is against his soft belly. You bounce on his cock like the good slut you are. He
does his work around you like you aren't even there. The only time he does acknowledge you
is to bring your breasts to his soft lips, washing down his meal with your milk.

Your breasts sit heavily on your chest. They're large and swollen with teacup-sized nipples,
although they pale in comparison to your stomach. Larger than a beachball, filled to the brim
with a litter of cubs. It's hard to move with it, carrying so much extra weight. You don't know
how many you're carrying inside you, and it doesn't matter.

All that matters is that you're a good little breeding bitch for your lord.
 His hole
Chapter Summary

Just your average day spent in service to your king.

Chapter Notes

Okay, so I now I hinted that I’m working on a game, which you would be able to play
soon, but I ended up switching engines, so now I’m reworking some things. Give it a
week or two and I’ll have something playable.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Your day starts like any other; slowly, groggily, you come awake beneath silken sheets. You
try to sit up but find it hard. Like you're carrying extra weight- oh. Then, you remember. Your
mistake that led to your life changing completely. Errant thoughts that he looked a little cute
with a bit of fat is why you ended up like this .

Naked, wearing not even a scant bit of clothing. Your breasts are enlarged, and your nipples
are hard. They rest heavily atop your bulging stomach. It hangs out past where it should, a bit
warmer than the rest of your body. That's what it is when you're pregnant. But you're also
curvier. Your butt is more plump, and your sides are easy to grab. Who would've thought that
a life spent between someone's legs could be so fattening? Your place in bed is a bit wet, both
from the juices leaking down your thigh and the milk seeping from your heavy breasts. You
can't resist bringing your hand up to give them a light squeeze. You bite your lip as milk falls
on the blankets.

"I said not to do that," he says," you make the sheets smell sour."

He was Sébastien. Your lord and owner. He used to be broad-shouldered. His muscles rippled
beneath golden fur, with abs that were sturdy and hard to the touch. A statuesque adonis of a
lion. He hasn't been that way for quite some time now.

He's wearing a velvet robe so big you could use it as a blanket. His arms are thick. Not with
muscle, but squishy flab. His chest is soft, and sagging moobs that were almost bigger than
yours rest heavily atop his stomach. His bulges, too, but not with the weight of a litter of
kittens, but the weight of a hundred meals. He's adding his hundred-and-first to it right now.
A heart breakfast consisting of a full plate of eggs, sausage, bacon, and hashbrown.
He doesn't share any of it with you. All he does is nudge you hard with your foot, reminding
you of your role.

It's hard getting between his thighs. Between your pregnant belly, his fat thighs, and his
sagging stomach, there's not much room for you down there. You have to really squeeze to
make room, but it doesn't stop you from nestling yourself right in your favorite spot.

It stank of musk. A thick, virile scent that you've come to love. You spend so much time
down here you've begun to smell like it—the stench of ball sweat and semen clings to you
like a second skin.

Even after emptying them last night, his balls are fat and puffy. You put your nose against his
sack. You breathe in his musk. Feel them churn and groan as cum sloshes around inside. His
thick cock rests atop your face, leaking semen onto your head. You can feel it thicken and
harder against you. Another kick to the side tells you he's tired of the foreplay.

You open your mouth, stretching your jaw to fit your lips around his girth. You've tasted him
so many times now, but you find yourself loving it even more every time. It's succulent and
salty. A bit better, but also something that tastes like meat. You move further down his shaft
despite your pregnant belly getting in the way. You would've gagged if you weren't so used to
having him in your throat.

It's so big. Easily twice as thick as your wrist, and it wasn't even fully hard yet. But that
doesn't stop you from going all the way and kissing his sack. You hold yourself there, simply
taking in the hedonistic sensation. His belly is heavy against your back. His thighs pressing
against your shoulders. It's warm, dark, and dank, filled with his sweat and musk. You feel
his cock stiffen, bulging your throat and leaking precum down into your belly.

It's a struggle to pull your head back up. You have to fight the weight of his massive gut,
straining with your head and shoulders to get the cock out of your mouth so only the tip
remains. You swear, one of these days, he's going to get so big that you won't be able to
escape. Just the thought of it sends a shiver down your spine, and you nearly squirt.

You push your head down and then pull it back up, sucking with your lips, moving your
tongue across him. Your motions are well practiced. How could they not be when this is what
you do day after day? You know his favorite spots and have his favorite tricks, like poking
your tongue under the foreskin, pushing your heavy, leaky breasts against his balls.

It gets the response you want. More delicious precum is sent down your throat before he
squeezes you, gripping your entire body with his thighs. The flab is soft, but he squeezes
your hard. The tiny space gets smaller and smaller. You couldn't pull away even if you
wanted to. His cock twitches in your mouth, making your whole head shake as he cums.

Torrents of white-hot semen hit the back of your throat. It's so thick and viscous. You
swallow it down in heavy gulps, which isn't easy when his cock takes up most of your throat.
What you can't get down puffs up your cheeks, and what you can't contain leaks down your
chin. There's just so much. Your womb may be full of kittens, but your belly is certainly full
of your king's semen. The taste. The smell. It's so good it makes your head spin and your
heart swoon.
Even after he's done cuming down your throat, you stay there. Simply breathing in his musk
and licking his cock clean. Your tongue travels in long, smooth patterns. But your king is a
busy man. It doesn't matter if you're not done because he is. He reaches below his belly, grabs
your head with one paw, and pulls you off him. Slowly, the sound and scents of the world
come back, and you are tossed aside so Sébastien can get up.

You lay there- dazed and confused, leaking from between your legs like a happy little cum
balloon. The bed tilts as Sébastien gets up. The fat on his body jiggles as he stretches. You
can see that soft flesh gets taut, outlining the fat beneath. Your hand goes around your belly
and between your legs. Your fingers are barely thick enough to make swirling them around
inside you worthwhile.

Sébastien drops his robe, showing off his fat body. Every curl and every fold is on view. His
dick slaps against his thigh, still glistening with your spit. He turns his back to you. His butt
is bigger than yours. Plump, fat, and juicy. He bends over, pointing it at you so he can pull up
his pants. You want it so badly. You flex your fingers, rubbing your wet pussy. Sébastien ears
flick when he hears you moan, and he looks over his shoulder, rolling his eyes to see you
masturbating to him getting dressed.

He's wearing a detailed velvet vest with dark satin pants. Both articles about 3 sizes larger
than what he wore before you came to the castle. Despite the size, it still clings to his body,
barely able to fit. Sébastien's appetite is voracious, both sexually and physically. His pants
don't have a crotch, leaving his cock and balls out and easy for you to reach. You massage
your insides harder, your heart beating faster, your nipples leaking even more.

If he had any manners, he would've waited for you to finish, but Sébastien has never cared
about your pleasure. He pulls your fingers outside of you so he can easily pick you up. He's
so strong. Even with your pregnant belly, he carries you so easily. He only needs on arm,
putting it underneath you, so you're sitting in his grasp. He holds you like yu're a bowling
ball. 2 thick fingers in each of your holes. You rest your head against his soft moobs,
knowing what's going to happen next.

He's going to walk to his office.

It's not a long walk, but it's just as hedonistic as time spent in bed. Your own hand doesn't
compare. His fingers are nice and thick. They spread both your pussy and your ass as he
roughly prods your insides. Even his walking, the slight way you bounce up and down as he
takes step after step. He feels you clench around his fingers and intentionally holds you away
so your juices don't get all over him as you cum. Still, a bit of it gets on his vest.

His grasp is rougher the rest of the way to his office.

It's not a particularly large office, but it feels like it's getting smaller. That's obviously not the
case; it's just that Sébastien is getting bigger. He lumbers behind his desk, sitting down with a
groan. The heavy wooden chair creaks as he puts his immense weight into it. He holds you
with both hands, aiming you carefully over his cock.

He lowers you carefully onto him. Your pussy spread wide to make room for his cock.
There's the 1st inch, then the next, and several more before your butt is snugly against his
balls. The two of you barely fit behind his desk. His fat belly against your back, and you're
pregnant tummy against the wooden edge.

You don't have to do anything, and Sébastien barely has to try. You weigh next to nothing to
him. A simple buck of the hips is enough to get you bouncing in his lap. He works around
you. His study is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Your breasts bounce up
and down, so he holds your chest with one arm lest your milk makes a mess. Sébastien signs
papers reads documents, and confirms legislation. In the same way you idly tap your foot, he
fucks you senseless.

He's so big. It feels so good. His girthy cock is buried deep inside you. No matter how many
times it graces your walls, sliding in and out of your pussy, it fills your mind with a haze. One
you can barely think through. The only word you can form is 'more. You want more of
Sébastien. You want all of him.

A servant brings Sébastien lunch. A large platter with food piled high. Ham and lobster,
tomatoes and pears, topped off with a fine honey glaze. He doesn't stop fucking you as he
eats. He bucks his hips and swallows bite after bite—that fat stomach of his getting bigger
and softer against your back.

No drink was brought for him. Every time he needs to wash down his meal, he takes hold of
one of your plump breasts, lifting it up so he can wrap his soft lips around your nipples. The
slight tug as he sucks down your milk is wonderful. You can't stop the moans escaping your
lips.

He sticks his fingers in your mouth to stifle your moans. His cock pushes into you, throbbing
inside you as he cums in you once more. A deluge of semen filling your pussy, filling what
little space that isn't taken by his cock.

He doesn't stop. He continues to thrust into you the entire time. It doesn't matter if he's
speaking with an advisor or lecturing a servant. You're there, getting your pussy filled with
semen. He cums over and over. Even when a puddle of semen and juices pools beneath his
chair, he keeps fucking you. It's only late into the night, when all his work is done, that he
stops.

He puts his pen down and pried you off his cock, a waterfall of cum pouring out your rear. He
stands, stretching his stiff arms and legs before casually tossing you over his shoulder. Your
butt is on full display as he walks through the halls and back to his room.

The bed has been remade. Clean sheets fitted onto the large mattress, but Sébastien has every
intention of making a mess again. He tosses you onto the bed so you're lying on you're back.
You watch him disrobe, throwing his clothes to the floor. Are you imagining things, or does
his belly seem bigger?

He climbs onto you, his massive body covering you like a cloud in the sky. You're not face to
face. He doesn't respect you that much. Rather, your face is buried in his mobs as he lays his
entire body on top of you. The bed boughs beneath his weight. It presses down on you,
consuming your everything until Sébastien is your entire world.
 You feel his weight forcing you down. His fat squishes against your entire body. His heart
thumped in his chest. His musk saturates your every breath. His cock, gargantuan and hungry,
presses against your pussy as Sébastien gets himself inside you once more.

The fucking in his office was casual. An indifferent act that meant nothing to him. This is
pointed and determined. The sheer force with which he slams 8nto you is staggering. All the
strength leverages his titanic weight. It splits you wide open, hitting your deepest depths. Hus
arms are above your head, forcing you down as he thrust, forcing himself ever deeper.

You cum almost immediately. Your juices soak the sheets, but he doesn't stop. It's not your
pleasure he cares about. Only the feeling of you clenching around his cock, squirming his
grasp, giving your everything to him mattered. And you offer it all up. Every inch of your
body and soul. You wrap your arms and legs as far around him as you can, digging your
fingers into his fur. Let your incoherent babble be a prayer to your fat, hungry and horny
God.

Sébastien cums inside you. A thick, potent load that makes your squirting look like a dried-
up riverbed. It soaks the sheets, creating a gooey puddle beneath your butt. But that's not
enough to sate him. He keeps pointing at you. Your butt is sore, and your pussy is so filled
with cum that it squelches every time he goes balls deep. And he cums inside you. Again and
again, you accept everything he has to offer.

When he finishes, he doesn't even get off you. His snores shake your bones, but you don't
mind. You are beneath him in every sense of the word. His body is on top of you. His weight
pushes you down, and his girth splits you wide open. And you're little more than stress relief
for your king. Your wants and needs are barely an afterthought as long as you have a hole.

You wrap your arms around him in a one-sided hug. You may be just a hole. But you're his
hole.

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