He finished the bath. Turned off the water. Carried her, still impaled, back to the bed. Laid her down. Continued fucking.
He made her dress. After the first round, he had her put on the clothes. The dress, the panties, the simple shoes. Then he pushed her onto the bed. Hiked up the dress. Pulled the panties aside. Fucked her again.
Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!
"AAANGH...!! ... HAAANGH...!! ... OUNGH...!!"
He came. The cum, thick and hot, pumped into her pussy. She screamed. The heat, spreading through her core, was the incubus seed. The energy, flowing into her, began its work. Her body, malnourished and damaged, started to heal. The bruises faded. The welts shrank. The hollows in her cheeks filled.
He took her to the carriage. She sat on his lap. His cock, still inside her, was hard again. The carriage, moving, added a rhythm. Each bump in the road drove his cock deeper.
