He began to move.
Short, brutal thrusts that made her whole body jiggle. Her tits slapped against her own chin with wet smacks. Her chubby belly folded and rippled toward her chest. Her thick thighs flopped outward, her cunt visible and leaking toward her own face, humiliatingly exposed.
Pah! Pah! PAAAH!
"HRRNGHH~!! GKKH~!! NNGHHAA~!!"
"Nnnph-hnn... mmmph!"
Meera stirred on the daybed.
The pregnant Holy Queen pushed herself up on trembling arms, her seven-month belly heaving with exhausted breaths. Milk leaked in thin streams from her bruised, dark nipples, soaking the front of her torn gown. The violet brand at her cunt pulsed, but her divine energy—the Restoration Aura—flared in pure, blinding gold from her palms.
"Wait—" she gasped.
