Her tits swung in his grip. Her ass jiggled with every impact. Her whole body shook.
Her face was pressed into the dirt.
Six inches from the hairy pussy of the woman who had been pretending to be her husband.
She felt the tears on her face and did not know if they were from pain or overwhelm or the incubus heat filling her blood or the fact that everything she had thought she understood about this afternoon was wrong in ways she was not going to be able to sort out until much, much later.
She felt full. Impossibly, achingly, completely full. His cock reached parts of her that made her vision blur, that made her fingers curl in the dirt, that made the breath come out of her in sounds she had never made before and would never be able to describe.
''Too deep,'' she thought, desperately. ''Too deep, too much, I cannot, I—''
PHACK—
"AAANGHH~!!"
''—I—''
PHACK PHACK—
"HNGHH~!! NGHH~!!"
''—do not want him to—''
Her Truth-Sight opened.
She stopped trying to close it.
