Chapter 4: The Queen's Claim
The air in my room had turned thick, humming with the same static energy that made the chalk lines pulse. Victor stood in the center of the pentagram, his cock jutting out from his body, already twitching with that telltale pulse of arcane power. His balls hung low and massive, each one the size of my new double-D tits, heavy enough that I could see the strain in the flesh where they attached.
My own body felt wrong and right at the same time. Elastic. Like every part of me could give, could stretch, could take whatever he gave me and hold it. My throat moved when I swallowed, loose and pliant. My stomach no longer carried the weight of that first load; it felt empty and hungry.
I stepped into the circle.
The sigils flared violet under my bare feet, and Victor's dark eyes tracked me with that quiet, patient attention. His chest glow flickered brighter as I approached, and his cock thickened, another inch of girth filling out before my eyes.
"Ready the second round?" I asked.
"I am ready whenever you are," he said. "The energy has rebuilt. My reserves feel fuller than before."
"Good."
I knelt in front of him. My tits pressed together in the lace bra I'd put back on, heavy and tight against the cups. His balls hung at the exact level of my face now, enormous and smooth, each one so big I'd need both hands just to cup one. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. My thumb and middle finger didn't come close to meeting.
The heat of him hit my face first. Musk and ozone, that honey sweetness underneath, stronger now than before. My mouth watered. I leaned in and dragged my tongue along the underside of his shaft, from the base up to the swollen head. His cock pulsed against my tongue, and I felt the girth swell in response.
"Fuck, I love that," I breathed, pressing my lips to the head.
I opened my mouth wide and took him.
It was different this time. My throat gave without protest, the elastic flesh opening like I'd been made for exactly this. He slid deeper and my jaw stretched around him, wide and aching in a way that felt obscene. The head pushed past the back of my tongue and entered my throat like it belonged there. I moaned around him, a low guttural sound, and swallowed.
The first pulse of energy ran through his shaft. He swelled in my mouth, thicker, and my throat stretched to accommodate him. I felt no pain this time, just the delicious pressure of fullness, the heat of him packed inside my flesh. I took him deeper. His head pressed against the entrance of my stomach, and I felt his massive balls brush against my chin, the heavy weight of them swinging as he shifted his hips.
"Graves," he said, his voice strained. "You can take all of me now."
It wasn't a question. It was a statement. An invitation.
I grabbed the back of his thighs and pushed.
His cock slid down my throat, through the elastic passage of my esophagus, and the head pressed past the ring of muscle into my stomach. It went deep, and I felt it, the pulse of his heartbeat, or his energy, whatever that current was, registering against my insides. The fullness was overwhelming. His balls slapped my chin with each subtle movement, wet and heavy, and I could smell the musk of them, feel the weight dragging against my check.
I pulled back until just the head stayed inside my lips, then pushed down again, taking him to the root. His hips met my face. I could feel the hair at the base of his shaft against my nose. His enormous balls pressed against my chin, hanging there while I held still, swallowing him completely.
"Do you feel how full I am?" I asked, pulling off just enough to speak, my lips slick and swollen around his shaft. "Do you feel my throat packed with your cock?"
"Yes." His voice was barely a growl.
I went back down with a hunger I couldn't name. Each time I swallowed him to the root, the energy inside him built, and I felt the swelling start at the base of his cock, the girth pressing against my throat until I knew I should be choking. But I didn't. I could breathe around him, shallow and wet, the air whistling through the corners of my mouth.
His balls tightened against my chin. I reached up and cupped one of them, heavy and enormous in my hand. It pulsed with heat.
"Are you getting close?" I asked, my voice muffled around him.
"Yes," he gritted out. "You're going to drink every drop of me."
I didn't want to waste time. I worked my hand along the base of his shaft, stroking what my throat couldn't reach, while my other hand massaged his huge ball. The energy surged through his body like a river, and I felt his cock swell one final, massive time. Thicker than before. Packed so tight in my throat that I couldn't move my jaw at all.
He came.
The first surge hit the back of my throat before I could think. Hot and thick and endless. I swallowed, and my stomach filled, the weight settling low in my gut. He pulsed again. I swallowed again. Another surge filled my stomach, heavier. His cock kept jerking, and I kept drinking, swallowing in long, greedy gulps as he emptied into me.
My belly grew. I felt the strain of it beneath my skin, the elastic flesh stretching out, heavy and full. It pressed against my spine, against my ribs, the weight of it forcing me to brace my hands on his thighs. He pulsed again, and the cum surged down my throat in a thick, warm flood that I couldn't stop swallowing even if I wanted to.
His balls pulled tight against his body, empty and hot to the touch.
"Don't stop," I demanded around him, my voice wrecked. "Give me everything you've got."
The floor was cold under my knees. My belly hung low now, a heavy round weight that made it hard to keep my balance. I swallowed again. And again. And again. Each gulp brought another surge until I couldn't tell where his cum ended and my flesh began.
Another surge hit, harder than the last. My throat flooded with hot, thick cum, and I swallowed in desperate, greedy gulps. The weight in my belly doubled. I felt skin stretch, felt the elastic flesh pull taut against something real, something finite. A burning ache spread across my gut, deep and internal.
I pulled off his cock with a wet gasp. Cum spilled from my lips, dripped down my chin, pooled on the floor between my knees. I looked down at myself.
My belly was enormous. Round and heavy, jutting out from my frame like a full-term pregnancy, the skin stretched so tight I could see every vein tracing across it in pale blue lines. I pressed my hands to it and felt the warmth, the sloshing pressure of everything he'd pumped into me. It was too much. It was too much and I had swallowed every drop anyway.
Victor's cock still pulsed. Still held. Another thread of cum oozed from the tip, thick and white.
"How much more can you give me?" I asked, my voice wrecked.
"The energy is still rebuilding," he said. "It wants to give you everything."
"Then give it to me."
I couldn't kneel anymore. The weight tipped me forward, and I fell onto my side on the cold floor, curling around my massive belly. But I was still hungry. I looked up at Victor, at his enormous cock still slick and hard, and I opened my mouth.
He understood.
He stepped forward and lowered himself, kneeling over me, positioning his shaft at my lips. I took him in my mouth again, barely able to move my jaw around the sheer girth. He swelled once more, that pulse of arcane energy running through his flesh, and I felt my throat stretch around him, elastic and compliant.
He came again with a low groan, and the flood was worse. Hot and endless, surging down my throat faster than I could swallow. I choked, cum running from the corners of my lips, but I kept going. The weight in my belly surged, and I felt the skin strain against its limits, felt the pressure build behind my ribs.
Something gave.
Not broke. Just gave. The elastic flesh stretched beyond where any body should stretch, my stomach expanding outward, lower, heavier, until it pressed against the floor and still kept growing. I felt it in my spine, a deep ache that radiated up my back. My tits pressed against the massive curve of my belly, and I felt the weight of them, the heavy pull of my own flesh.
I was a balloon. Round and distended, filled to bursting and beyond. I could barely breathe. My ribs ached with the pressure of it. But I still had him in my mouth, and he was still pouring into me, and I couldn't stop. I slid my hands down my own enormous stomach, felt the skin hot and tight, felt the sloshing movement beneath.
His balls emptied against my chin with a final heavy pulse. I drank the last of it, swallowing with a painful gulp, and felt the weight settle even deeper into my gut.
There was too much in me. I knew it. I could feel the strain of skin at its breaking point, heat radiating off my belly like a fever. I was heavy, weighing more than I ever had, my body re-purposed into a container for every drop of arcane seed he had to give.
Victor pulled out of my mouth slowly. I lay there panting, looking up at him through wet lashes, my massive belly rising and falling with each labored breath.
"Still not done?" I whispered.
For the first time, doubt flickered in his dark eyes. "I think," he said, "we may have to let the energy spend itself. Slowly."
"Slowly is boring." I laughed, and the movement of my belly sent a dull pulse of pain through my core. "Give me one more load. I want to see if I can take it."
He stared at me. Then his cock thickened, and the glow along his chest brightened, and I knew he was going to give me exactly what I asked for.