Mass release: 8/8
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"Dress that one," Sebastian told her after watching her from the chair next to the bed, as she recuperare enough to walk and get ready for dinner again, since she cried to him saying he had made her hungry, pointing to the short phtalo green dress with a silk skirt that goes to the middle of her thighs, it gets tighter around the waist and has a beautiful top on it, sleeveless, no corset, and she walked to it slowly with her short witch legs.
She was still with the heels on it, but now she had his cum dripping down her legs, which didn't seem to bother her in least, and that scene made him hard, so he began to masturbate his huge cock watching her, "Why?" She asked him, grabbing the dress and turning to him, her tits still swollen and marker by him, and she froze when she saw him, watching him.
"Easier access," he grinned beastly, "it'll also not hide your belly that's now swollen with my seed, and I want to look at it," he licked his lips.
"When…" she swallowed, "when will you… you know,"
"Bury my cock in your womb?" He purred, amused with the blush on her face and ears, she nodded. "The night you turn 21 years old."
"That's in less than three days," she licked her lips, watching him masturbating himself, her desire thickening, "will I be able to take you?"
"If I prepare you well, yes," he ate her with his eyes.
"Prepare me? H-how?"
"My tongue," he showed it to her, sticking it all and the closing his mouth. "My saliva will be able to ease you and widen your pussy enough for me to get into you then. I'm counting with how you will go through your strongest heat on the turning night of your 21st birthday, that will make so you can take more than you normally can. Once you take all of me, you will never have problem again, sure, I'll remain big and you will remain tight, but we'll fit like a jigsaw, my witchling."
"Can I… can I sleep with you until then?" She asked shyly.
"Do you want to sleep with me, my witchling?" He purred.
Sera nodded, "Your body is warm, I feel cold at night."
"The bed is magical, it'll warm you up," he tilted his head.
"I want the warmth of your body," she pouted.
That was all he wanted to hear, "I'm about to cum. Come here."
Her face turned strawberry red, "Wh-what?"
"Come here, my witchling, I want to cum in you again, let me swell your pretty belly a bit more with my strong seed, like you're craving for," he ordered and her body moved on it's on. "Good girl," he whispered, the praise turning her on painfully so, "turn around and tilt your pretty ass up for me, open your pussy lips with your fingers for me."
She obeyed him, an excited and lewd smile on, "Like this?"
Grabbing her ass with his paws, he got up, crunched down, fitting his cock between her legs and thrusted the 4 inches and a half of his cock that she can take, her pussy widening to take all of it, "Such a good girl," he praised, thrusting and making her cry lik a slut for him again, "you are my good girl, aren't you, my witchling?"
"Mmmm… yes… I'm your good girl…" She cried.
Freezing inside of her, he exploded one more time, bringing his left paw to her lower belly softly, feeling when it swelled more as she moaned for him, "You look pregnant, my witchling," he caressed her belly, sending chills down her spine. Then he came out of her, holding her by her hips and watching more of his cum roll down her legs. "Mine," he growled, "virgin yet and mine, mine," his possessiveness made her moan with pleasure.
"How possessive," she hummed. "It turns me on."
"I can smell your arousal, my witchling, I know," smacking her ass one more time, he turned her around and sat down, looking at her belly. "You really do look pregnant, I did a good job."
"You will do a better one when you breed me after I'm 21."
"Oh, I will," he grinned, "I'll destroy you beautifully then."
"That better be a promise, Sebastian," she pouted, glaring at him.
"It is," he chanted, loving her annoyance, "now get ready."
"Won't you get ready too?" She groaned, walking to the dress.
"I will, after I watch you getting ready," he tilted his head.
"Do you like to see me dressing up?" She giggled shyly.
"Dressing up and undressing, but those clothes are special."
"Yeah?" She looked at the green ones near the bed and the others in the closet that was open. "Why?" She turned to him, but she wasn't in any way, expecting his smile to be so painfully gentle, a reminisce of who he really, way beneath his beastly exterior, and it made her heart race.
"I'll tell you in tree days," he hummed, heart-aching with sadness.
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He behaved better after she had put the dress on, putting a panty on not to go around with his cum dripping from her, then he got ready himself while she fixed her make up and hair. But he couldn't help but to be very curious about something, which he only asked her after they began to go down the stairs, his right paw on her waist possessively, keeping her close to him. And they didn't look like they had just been at each other like two hungry beasts.
"My witchling," he broke the silence.
She looked up at him, blushing at the possessive nickname, "Yes?"
"How did you get the scars in your body?" He asked carefully.
But she tensed, eyes darkening, looking away from him, which he did not like, in fact, he felt nearly desperate with that reaction, "My family had… a different way of caring for me," it was all she said.
And suddenly, Sebastian felt a thirst for spilling the blood of an entire witch coven.