Chapter 482: Too Much to Hold

"I'M CUUMMING.... GET PREGNANT... GET PREGNANT YOU ELF SLUT... AHHH~"

A guttural roar tore from my throat, raw and primal, as I slammed into Aeli's womb one last, punishing time. My vision went white, my body seizing as an ocean of my divine seed flooded her, so much that it sprayed back out around the tight seal of her cunt, coating my thighs and pooling in the crushed petals beneath us.

"AHHH~... MORGANA~! IT'S SO... WARM... I CAN FEEL IT... IN MY SOUL~!"

Aeli's scream was pure, unadulterated bliss. Her body convulsed beneath me, her back arching into a perfect, taut bow of orgasmic release. Her inner walls clamped down around me like a silken fist, milking me for every last drop, pulling my essence deeper, demanding it claim every fertile inch of her.

She wasn't screaming anymore.

She was singing.

Her voice rose and fell in a wordless, ecstatic melody that seemed to make the very air vibrate. The golden honey dripping from her breasts intensified, flowing in small streams, her whole body becoming a conduit of pure, life-giving energy.

A high, keening, wordless melody—half sob, half hymn—that rose and shattered and rose again. The flowers nearest us actually responded: closed buds along the edges of the bed cracked open in fast-forward, petals unfurling in violent pinks and violent purples as though her climax was watering the entire garden at once.

I stayed buried to the hilt, grinding in slow, possessive circles, letting the last heavy pulses empty directly against her cervix. Each time the head of my cock kissed that fluttering ring, she made a broken little "nngh!" sound, and another tiny gush of honey would squeeze out around me.

When the roaring in my ears finally quieted enough to hear anything else, I realized she was whispering.

"…more…"

Her voice was wrecked. Hoarse. Almost reverent.

"More… please… Morgana… don't pull out yet… I can still feel it moving inside me… it's so warm… so full…"

I let out a dark, rumbling laugh that vibrated through both our bodies.

"Greedy little flower," I murmured, brushing sweat-damp strands of blonde hair off her flushed cheek. "You just took a gallon of cum like it was your birthright, and you're already begging for more? Your womb must be even hungrier than I thought."

She nodded frantically, tears still leaking from the corners of her eyes—not from pain now, but from sheer overwhelming sensation. Her pupils were blown so wide the green was barely a halo.

"I—I didn't know… it could feel like this…" Her hips rocked in tiny, helpless circles, stirring my still-hard length inside her overstuffed channel. "Like… like sunlight pouring straight into my womb… like every root and vein in me is drinking it at once…"

I flexed deliberately, making my cock jump against her sensitive walls.

She keened.

"Fuck," I growled, already feeling the telltale heat coiling low in my belly again. Elves weren't supposed to be this addictive. Nothing living was supposed to be this addictive.

Well, except me, of course.

I hooked my arms under her knees, pushing them back towards her ears, folding her nearly in half. The position opened her up completely, allowing me to sink even deeper, the angle pressing the blunt head of my cock, kissing her cervix with every tiny shift. The new position made her massive breasts spill even more dramatically to the sides; golden beads of honey still welled steadily from her nipples, trailing down her ribs in slow, decadent streams.

"Look down, little rose," I pressed my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling in hot, ragged pants.

"Look at how your belly's already rounding for me."

Aeli's dazed emerald eyes followed mine.

Between us, just below her navel, there was the faintest, unmistakable swell. Not imagination. Not wishful thinking. The sheer volume I'd pumped into her—thick, divine, impossible to contain—had forced her womb to stretch and accommodate. It was the beginning of the promise I'd made her. A baby bump appeared within minutes of conception.

"It's… real…" she breathed, her fingers trembling as she reached down to press a hesitant palm against the gentle curve. A jolt went through her as she made contact. "Everyone will see… they'll know I've been… filled… bred…"

"That's the point." I rolled my hips again, slow and deliberate, making the swell jiggle ever so slightly. "Let them look. Let every arrogant highborn cunt in this forest smell the goddess on you and choke on their own envy. You're not their shameful half-breed anymore. You're mine. My garden. My queen. My swollen, dripping miracle."

Her cunt spasmed so violently at the words that another thick gush of our mixed release bubbled out around my base and ran in slow, golden-white rivers down the cleft of her ass to soak the already ruined thyme beneath us.

"Morgana…" she whimpered, voice cracking. "I want more... fill me until it hurts… until my belly is so heavy with your seed I can't walk…"

I bared my teeth in a grin that was more predator than woman. This was what she was made for. This was what she was hiding all this time. Not shyness. Not ugliness. A sheer, world-obliterating fertility that their pathetic, skinny twig-elven shit couldn't even comprehend.

"Oh, it's going to hurt, Aeli," I promised, my voice a low, dangerous purr as I pushed my entire length into her with one slow, inexorable glide that made her toes curl. "It's going to hurt so good."

This time I didn't fuck her; I've been doing that for the past hour. Now it was time to 'fill' her with my seed.

So?

Endless Ejaculation.

"Here it comes!!" I gave a warning before directing my mana to my balls, a new sensation, like a dam breaking in my soul.

The cum didn't just erupt. It detonated.

It was a continuous, unholy river. A flood. A high-pressure torrent of divine seed so voluminous and forceful that Aeli's scream was cut off in a choked gasp. I could feel her womb stretching in real time, her belly swelling beneath my hand with a speed that defied biology, her skin growing taut and warm. The pressure was immense, my cock feeling like it was submerged in a hot, churning ocean that I myself was creating.

The sight was obscene, beautiful, utterly divine. The swell of her belly grew from a gentle curve to a tight, round globe, looking like she was already in the late stages of pregnancy with triplets.

"Mmmgh...! Hah—! P-please!" She gasped, her head thrashing against the crushed petals. Her hands were no longer fisting the dirt; they were clamped onto the sides of her own protruding stomach, as if trying to hold it all in. "It's... It's too much! I'm... I'm going to pop! Morgana, I'm full! I'm so full!"

"Not yet," I growled, grinding against her, pressing my palm harder against her, past "noticeable," past "early months," straight into the grotesque, glorious territory of "impossibly full."

"You said you wanted to be heavy. You said you wanted to be a forest. Drink it, Aeli! Drink every drop!"

I increased the flow, a pure act of divine, sadistic will. The stream inside her thickened, growing hotter. Her bellybutton popped outward—a perfect little button on the taut skin of her stomach.

However, soon it reached its limit. It was like a water balloon being filled with a firehose. It was straining, creaking, threatening to burst at any second.

BUT I WASN'T DONE YET!

"MORE... MORE... MORE..." I chanted, my body trembling with effort, my balls screaming in protest.

The cum found new ways to flow. I saw it, a clear, viscous river, bubbling up her throat and streaming from the corners of her lips. Her body, completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume, was forcing it out in any way it could.

It burst from her nose in a messy spray, her ass in a powerful jet, and her nipples in a strange mixture of golden honey and white cream straight to my mouth.

She was a fountain of creation, a geyser of life. And I was the force behind it.

Aeli's eyes rolled back into her head. Her body went limp, her muscles surrendering to the overload. Her consciousness, battered and broken by pleasure and pressure, finally gave up.

She passed out.

But her body didn't.

Her legs, still hooked over my arms, trembled. Her cunt, stretched to its absolute limit, still spasmed weakly around my cock, as if trying to milk even more from me. Her belly, a tight, gleaming dome of divine excess, quivered with the life I had just poured into it.

I didn't stop.

I just held her there, waiting for the seed to finally take root.

For some reason, Aeli was the most difficult mortal to impregnate. Her womb was incredibly potent and durable, but also... stubborn. It was rejecting my seed... wrong—not rejecting, but more like... testing it. It was trying to see if my seed was worthy of her one single egg.

Yeah, she had one single egg.

One single ovum.

And it was bigger than normal and gold in color, like a treasure. A prize that would only be given to the worthiest of fathers.

I was worthy.

But my seed had to prove it.

"Haa~... haa... why is it so difficult?" I panted, my body trembling with effort. "This is... tiring."

But I didn't give up. I kept pumping, my body fueled by pure, stubborn will.

I must breed her. I must plant a seed in her garden. I MUST!

I don't know why, but my instinct as a goddess of breeding was screaming at me that this particular child was important. Very important.

Then, it happened.

Ding!

[Congratulations on impregnating your partner: Proto-Elf]

[+18000 BP]

"Eh? Proto-Elf?" I was stunned for a moment. "What the hell is a Proto-Elf?"

Before I could even process the notification, another one popped up.

Ding!

[Emergency Quest!]

[Protect the Mother and the Child at all costs!]

"What!"

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