"No—" she whimpered. "I can't—seven days—I'll die—"
"You won't die," he said. "Your cultivation will sustain you. In fact—"
He thrust particularly deep, making her cry out.
"—you'll get stronger with each fuck. Each orgasm. Each time I fill you with my seed."
And it was true.
She could feel it already—spiritual energy flowing from him into her with each penetration, mixing with her own newly awakened Qi, circulating through meridians that had just been rebuilt.
Her body was absorbing his power. Growing stronger. Adapting.
But that didn't make the immediate pain any less intense.
"Aahhh—!! Too deep—!! You're—hnnngh—!! Hitting my—aahhh—!!"
"Your cervix," he finished for her. "I know. I'm trying to force through it. Open your womb like I did to your mother."
"No—!!" Panic flooded her voice. "Don't—that will—!"
But his hands moved to her waist, gripping tightly, and he slammed forward with brutal force—
His cockhead punched through her cervix.
"GAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH—!!"
