"Your son is bad," Tianlong said. His voice was conversational. His cock pressed harder against her pussy, the head sliding between her swollen lips, the heat of it burning through her. "He needs a sibling. A better one. One raised properly. One with a god's blood."
"PLEASE —" Her voice broke. The tears came harder. Her enormous tits heaved, the dark nipples stiff. "Please — not that — I am a married woman — I have a husband — I cannot — another man's child — PLEASE —"
"Your husband is weak," Tianlong said. "He raised a weak son. I will raise a strong one. Inside you."
"NO —" She looked toward the door. Toward the stairs. Toward where she knew the elder sat. "ELDER — GREAT-GRANDFATHER — HELP ME — PLEASE — HE'S GOING TO — HE'S GOING TO PUT HIS —"
No one came.
