The crater valley still smoked from the collapsed portal. Blackened stone and scattered beastkin corpses littered the ground, the air thick with the coppery stench of blood and lingering demonic brimstone. Zara Kaelthorn knelt in the dirt at Ethan's feet, chains broken, tribal rags torn to shreds, her powerful beastkin body trembling from the aftershocks of the claim.
Her dark brown furred ears twitched violently. Amber eyes — once burning with defiance — now glazed with raw, animalistic lust. Her muscular yet curvaceous frame glistened with sweat, full heavy breasts heaving, thick powerful thighs spread wide, shaved pussy visibly throbbing and dripping onto the cracked earth. The tribal tattoos across her abs and hips glowed faintly, reacting to the system imprint now branded into her very soul.
Ethan stood over her, shirtless, muscles pumped from the fight, massive cock already rock-hard and dripping pre-cum. The system notification still hovered in his vision:
[Milf Acquired: Zara Kaelthorn (Beastkin Chieftain's Mate, Married)]
[+250 Vitality | +180 Strength | Skill Unlocked: Beastkin Fury (Passive – Enhanced physical power in rage)]
[NTR Bonus x7: Tribal Betrayal Multiplier]
[+800 Power | Loyalty Imprint: Permanent | Beastkin Tribal Access Unlocked]
Zara's voice came out hoarse, almost a growl. "What… what did you do to me? My mate… my tribe… I should rip your throat out…"
But even as she spoke, her hips rolled forward involuntarily, pussy clenching at nothing, thick thighs quivering. A fresh gush of arousal dripped down her inner leg.
Ethan crouched, gripping her chin hard, forcing her amber eyes to meet his.
"You feel it, don't you? The heat. The need. Your body already knows who owns it now." His thumb traced her full lower lip. "Your chieftain husband failed you. Left you chained like meat for the syndicate. I saved you. And now… I'm going to ruin you."
Zara snarled, fangs bared — but the sound turned into a needy whimper as Ethan's free hand slid between her thighs, two thick fingers plunging straight into her soaked cunt without warning.
Her back arched violently. "Fuuuuck—!"
He pumped roughly, curling to hit her G-spot, thumb grinding her swollen clit. "Say it. Say who your pussy belongs to now."
Zara's hips bucked against his hand, claws digging into the dirt. "You… you fucking human… nghhh—!"
Ethan added a third finger, stretching her brutally. "Louder. Tell me your chieftain's cock was nothing compared to mine."
She came almost instantly — a guttural roar tearing from her throat as her pussy spasmed, squirting hot and hard all over his wrist and forearm. Her powerful thighs clamped around his hand, tail thrashing wildly, ears pinned back in overwhelming pleasure.
When the orgasm finally released her, she collapsed forward, panting, drool dripping from her fangs. "My mate's cock… never made me squirt… never filled me like this… you… you own me…"
Ethan stood, yanking her up by the hair. "On all fours. Ass up. Present yourself like the breeding bitch you are."
Zara obeyed instantly — dropping to hands and knees, thick ass high, powerful thighs spread wide, tail lifted to expose both holes. Her pussy gaped slightly from the fingering, cum from her own squirt dripping down her legs. Her asshole winked, tight and untouched.
Ethan spat on her cunt, rubbing it in with the head of his cock. "Beg for it. Beg your new Master to wreck your married beastkin pussy."
Zara's voice broke into a desperate growl. "Please… Master… fuck me… ruin this traitor cunt… breed your beastkin slave… make me forget my worthless husband… fill me until I'm dripping your seed for days!"
He slammed in — one savage thrust burying every inch balls-deep. Zara screamed, claws gouging the dirt, back arching so hard her heavy tits swung forward. Her walls clamped like a vice, hot and rippling, milking him instantly.
"Fuck— so tight… your chieftain must've had a twig," Ethan snarled, gripping her hips with bruising force. "This pussy was starving for real cock."
He didn't hold back.
He fucked her like an animal — hips pistoning brutally, each thrust slamming her forward, balls slapping her clit with wet smacks. Zara's powerful body rocked with every impact, tits swinging wildly, tail thrashing against his stomach. She came again within seconds — squirting violently around his shaft, juices spraying backward onto his thighs.
"Harder—! Break me—! Breed me—!" she roared, voice turning primal.
Ethan spanked her ass hard — the crack echoing across the valley. Red handprints bloomed instantly on her dark skin. He grabbed her tail, yanking it back like a leash, forcing her to arch deeper.
"Tell me your husband's name while I ruin you."
"R-Ragnar… my mate Ragnar… he's weak… he never— AHNNN!"
Ethan slammed deeper, head battering her cervix. "He'll never touch you again. This womb is mine."
Zara's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling, drool dripping. "Yes—! Yours—! Breed your beastkin whore—! Knock me up with human pups—!"
He reached under, pinching her swollen clit, rolling it between thumb and finger. Zara exploded again — squirting in violent arcs, body convulsing, claws tearing furrows in the dirt.
Ethan flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders in a deep mating press. Now face-to-face, he could see every expression — the proud warrior reduced to a drooling, begging mess.
"Look at me," he growled. "Watch your Master breed you."
Their eyes locked. He pounded down — slow, deep, grinding against her cervix with every thrust. Zara's claws raked his back, drawing thin lines of blood, but he didn't care.
"Cum inside… please… flood me… make me carry your litter… my tribe will know I belong to you…!"
Ethan's control shattered.
With a primal roar, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted.
Thick, endless ropes blasted directly against her womb — one, two, three, four powerful jets. He kept thrusting through it, stirring his seed deep, making sure every drop claimed her fertile depths.
Zara screamed through her most violent orgasm yet — pussy clamping like a fist, squirting so hard it splashed his abs and chest. Her body convulsed, tail thrashing, ears pinned flat, fangs bared in ecstasy.
He pumped until empty, grinding slow circles, forcing the last spurts deep.
When he finally pulled out, a thick river of cum gushed from her gaping, ruined pussy, pooling beneath her ass on the dirt.
Zara lay wrecked — panting, trembling, amber eyes glazed with worship. "I'm… yours… forever… Master…"
Ethan stood over her, cock still dripping. "Good girl. Now get up. We have a syndicate to finish."
Zara rose on shaky legs, cum running down her thighs. She picked up her fallen axe, eyes fierce once more — but now directed at her former allies.
"Lead the way, Master. I'll tear them apart for you."
The valley belonged to Ethan.
The ritual was stopped.
But the council still waited.
And somewhere in the southern wilds, a chieftain would soon learn his mate had been claimed — and bred — by the human who would one day rule them all.
To be continued…