Her trembling grip around my neck finally loosened, her arms falling away, leaving her utterly exposed beneath me. She was still convulsing atop the throne, legs splayed wide, her pussy a slick, heaving mess, the delicate folds twitching with residual pleasure and desperate anticipation. That raw, uncontrolled sight, the very essence of her surrender, sent a possessive hunger throbbing through my cock. I swiftly shucked off my pants, letting them crumple to the cool stone, and climbed onto the throne, straddling her divine form. My big, hard dick hung low, swollen and heavy, dripping pre-cum, practically vibrating with its own potent anticipation—a living testament to my desire. I bent my knees, lowering myself slowly, deliberately, my thick shaft descending, its velvety head brushing against the swollen, slick lips of her vagina. The goddess, lost in the aftershocks of her climax, gasped for air, a slow, deep undulation rippling through her core. The violent shaking of her body transferred directly through my approaching cock, a tremor of pure, carnal energy that resonated deep within my balls, igniting a firestorm of lust inside me.
"Ahhhhh, what a feeling," I growled, my voice thick with mounting desire, my eyes burning into hers, watching her pupils dilate. "How will it truly feel, Goddess, when I finally sheathe myself within you? When I claim you, when I truly fill your divine cunt to bursting?"
With those words, I began to push the engorged head of my dick against the slick, swollen entrance of her pussy, agonizingly slowly. The delicate lips parted further, yielding to my insistent pressure. The first inch slid in, a sensation of searing heat and exquisite tightness gripping my shaft like a vise. Her breath hitched, a sharp intake of air, and her back arched slightly off the throne. "Ngh..." she whimpered, her eyes fluttering open, focusing on the point of contact, a volatile mixture of pain and desperate longing warring in their depths. I paused, letting her adjust, letting her feel the sheer size of what was demanding entry. Her own juices eased the way, but the raw tightness was breathtaking, a promise of the pleasure yet to erupt. I pushed a little further, the velvety head sliding past the initial resistance, stretching her delicate folds wider.
"Now wait a minute! Nghh... Give a moment for rest! Please, I'm still shaking... every nerve ending is on fire...!" she pleaded, her voice raw, laced with a desperate plea, but her inner muscles were already clenching around my invading flesh, a primal reflex of untamed desire.
"No rest for the conquered, Goddess," I snarled, my grip tightening on her thighs, my determination hardening into granite. "You will take all of me, every fucking inch." And with that, I ignored her desperate plea. With a sudden, brutal shove, I drove the rest of my thick shaft in one go. "Unghh!" My entire length plunged deep, stretching her beyond what seemed possible, every inch engulfed by her impossibly tight walls. I felt her inner muscles spasm, contracting fiercely around my invading cock, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine. It felt like being swallowed whole by a furnace. Three-quarters of my dick was inserted, filling her completely, before it met the unyielding resistance of her cervix. A fountain of pussy water gushed out, soaking the throne, and the goddess's eyes rolled back into her head, a soft gurgle escaping her lips as she momentarily lost consciousness from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of the penetration. I stopped, buried deep within her, letting her unconscious body clamp tight around my throbbing cock, a possessive embrace. Her vaginal walls squirmed and squeezed around my dick despite her oblivion, a primal rhythm of desire that even unconsciousness couldn't suppress. For a moment, I thought that damn accident, the one that brought me here, was the best thing that had ever happened to me, leading to this very moment of claiming a goddess's virgin depths. After a tense moment, her eyelids fluttered, then her eyes snapped open, her gaze unfocused, then locking onto mine with a jolt of raw comprehension and an undeniable, burgeoning lust. Seeing that she was finally back, her senses flooded with my presence filling her, stretching her, I started to shake my hips hard, a primal, demanding rhythm taking over. She remained on the throne, legs still splayed wide in ultimate vulnerability, and I, in a deep squatting position, slammed my dick into her from the top, each thrust powerful, grinding her down against the unyielding wood.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My womb...! You're so deep! Oh, it burns... it's so good...fuck me! Oh, fuck me harder!" she screamed, her voice tearing, her body arching off the throne with each violent thrust, her hands clutching at my back.
Loud moans, raw and uninhibited, started to echo in the empty room, bouncing off the walls, filling the space with our carnal symphony, a testament to my conquest. I brought my lips closer to hers, smothering her mouth, and started kissing her vigorously, biting, sucking her bottom lip until I tasted the faintest trace of blood, claiming her mouth as fiercely as I was claiming her body. Her breath was hot and ragged against my face. The harder I stroked, the harder she kissed back, her tongue meeting mine in a desperate, frenzied duel, tasting her own arousal and mine. The cervix remained, a stubborn barrier, blocking the further entry of my dick, guarding her innermost sanctum. I moved my lips away from her swollen mouth, pulling back with a wet pop, a thin string of saliva connecting us. The goddess's eyes instantly welled with tears, a look of profound need and a strange mixture of pain and pleasure on her face. She extended her hands around my back, digging her nails into my skin, trying to pull my lips closer, craving my touch, my breath, my very presence. Her eyes held the look of someone whose most precious possession had just been taken, and was being used to give them unimaginable pleasure.
"If you want this kiss, Goddess," I rasped, my voice low and thick with the exertion, tasting her raw desire on my tongue, "you will need to open your cervix for me. Let my cock in all the way. Yield your precious womb to me, cunt."
"No! Please... it hurts... but... ngh... yes... you're so big...!" she cried, her body shaking violently, her hips involuntarily clenching and releasing around my shaft, a battle raging within her between fear and overwhelming desire. "It's never... it's sacred... my womb has never been opened with a dick..."
I could have forced my way through, ripped her open right then and there with brute strength. The power was mine, the option was tantalizing. But I wanted more than just a forced entry. I wanted the goddess herself to open for me, to surrender her forbidden depths willingly, to offer her womb as a sacrifice to my absolute dominion, broken by her own pleasure and my relentless demand. So, I continued my relentless assault, my strokes concentrated solely on the opening of the cervix, grinding against it with each powerful thrust, forcing my will upon her most intimate barrier, demanding her compliance through overwhelming pleasure-pain.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" Each impact was a brutal, bone-jarring push, my thick head slamming against her cervix with a wet, thudding sound that vibrated through my entire shaft. "Open for me, whore!" I snarled, my voice hoarse. "Give me your womb!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My womb...! Oh, my womb is being torn! It's cracking open...! But... oh God... it feels so fucking good!" she shrieked, her voice growing hoarser with each agonizing impact, her hips lifting to meet mine with a desperate urgency, trying to absorb the blows.
The room thundered with the sounds: a goddess moaning in absolute agony and ecstasy, the wet slapping of our slick bodies colliding, and the deep, guttural thud of my cock relentlessly impacting her cervix. It was a primal symphony of conquest and surrender, of her breaking and yielding.
With my strokes focused entirely on that unyielding barrier, my cock ramming it repeatedly, and the goddess's desperate, overwhelming want for my kiss reaching a fever pitch, her pussy juices continued to flow in torrents. A hot, slick deluge lubricated our violent union, misting the air, coating our bodies in her intoxicating arousal. As she cummed again and again, her body convulsing in wave after wave of shattering pleasure, and the yearning to kiss me—to deepen our connection even amidst this brutal act—grew to an unbearable intensity, she finally began opening the cervix. Her internal muscles contracted and relaxed, pulling apart, yielding to my relentless assault.
"It's yours...!" she sobbed, tears streaming down her face, her body heaving, eyes locked on mine. "Take it... my womb... it's yours... please, just plunge it in! Fill me, you bastard! Make me yours! Take my fucking womb!" Her voice was thick with utter, broken surrender, giving me the explicit, desperate permission I craved.
As she completed her sentence, her eyes locking onto mine with a look of ultimate, desperate submission, I brought my mouth closer for the kiss I'd promised, my lips already parted, tasting her raw need. And at that exact same moment, with a final, triumphant roar, I pushed my dick harder, deeper into her pussy, aiming for the now-yielding passage. The head of my cock slipped through the cervical opening with a wet "Pop!" and then, with a final, glorious, gut-wrenching thrust, plunged deep and entered the uterus of the goddess. A wave of hot, golden water, amniotic fluid, flowed everywhere, gushing out of her, mingling with her juices and my pre-cum, warm and heavy—a sign of the sacred space I had now violated and claimed. The goddess started to shake violently, her body convulsing as if electrocuted, her back arching impossibly high from the alien, profound sensation of my thick shaft breaching her innermost sanctum, her sacred, untouched womb. I also started to kiss her violently, ravenously, sucking her tongue, claiming her mouth as I had claimed her womb, to which the Goddess responded by sucking my tongue back with equal, desperate fervor, clinging to me, her fingers digging into my back.
The feeling of stimulation from both her mouth, wet and hungry, and her bottom mouth, clenching around my dick within her very womb, was nothing short of phenomenal—a dual assault on my senses, driving me to the absolute brink of my control.
"I am coming, Goddess! I'm going to fill your womb! Breed you right here, right now! You're mine! You're my breeding slut!" I roared, my voice raw with the impending, earth-shattering climax, my body trembling violently.
"Yes! Please cum deep in my womb! Fill me! Make me yours! Breed me, my lord! Claim me completely! Drown me in your cum! Fuck me until I break! Make me carry your seed!" she screamed back, tears streaming down her face, her body squeezing my dick with incredible, spasming force, milking the very last drop from me.
My baby juice started to rise, an unstoppable, molten torrent. For the last, explosive spur, I pushed my dick even deeper into her uterus, burying it to the hilt, twisting my hips, and came, emptying my entire load, pumping hot, thick semen directly into her sacred womb, claiming her utterly with my essence. Feeling my life force burst inside her, filling her most sacred space, pouring into her, the goddess also came, a drawn-out, shattering cry tearing from her throat, her body clenching around mine in a desperate, all-consuming embrace, utterly ravaged and mine.
Semen burst in the womb of the goddess, so much of it that it started to flow outside, oozing from her violated cervix and stretched vagina, a thick, white stream running down her thighs onto the ornate throne—a visible testament to my complete and utter penetration. I lay on top of the goddess, panting heavily, kissing her deeply, my body spent, but my triumph absolute, her womb now seeded with my essence.