"YOU COWARD RAT!" Screaming out his heart as his feet writhed against the ground, Gara was only entangling himself in the dark wires. Gripping tight around his hind legs especially, they were slowly but surely digging into the armor and denting it as Gara struggled to set himself free. "GET AWAY FROM HER OR I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE!"
Isaac's advice might not have seemed like much help at first, but with the king's demeanor totally switched from a coordinated warrior to a charging bull, Raven was forced to consider otherwise.
Either way, letting himself be lost in the body of another man's woman while his clone kept squeezing into Gara to make him choke out his organs, Raven sat on Ophelia's back and made out with her in the sloppiest and saliva-drenching way possible.
His lust was drooling down Ophelia's exposed cleavage and Gara was forced to watch it happen in front of him. Her nipples were being fondled by another man than him and the crowd of women of his clan were cheering his enemy to breed his race out of existence.
'UGHHHHH!!! HELP ME! HELP YOU YOU BITCH!' Calling out to the nun he desperately wanted her to respond and help him get out of the sticky situation, but when that didn't work, he decided to instead berate his own wife.
"YOU FUCKING WHORE GET AWAY FROM THAT FUCKER!" However, with a quick sideways glance at her husband before turning her eyes back at Raven, Ophelia continued to lick Raven's lips and clean up the mess of their saliva down his chin–and although it may have been her because of her mind being altered, to Gara it seemed like an active act of rebellion by his wife. "AGHHHHHH! I'll KILL YOU!
I SHOULD'VE KILLED YOU LAST NIGHTT ALONG WITH THESE WHORES!!!"
As he began to struggle even more, the clone was being overpowered but then came help from someone the king thought to be long dead. Emerging from Raven's bracelet was Archne the queen of Arachnes, who seemed far too interested in seeing the centaurian king dead.
Slipping off of Ophelia's back, the shadow of his massive cock towered over everyone, and the centaurian especially were all lusting to see that monster fuck their queen like a true slut.
"NOOOO! GET AWAY FROM HERRRR!!!" To the screams of her near-dead husband, Raven finally rammed his dick deep into Opehelia's steaming hot pussy. Like a throbbing heart, her insides grabbed hold of Raven as her flesh pulses around him rhythmically.
"Ahhhh! F-fuck~" Moaned the queen of centaurians, her eyes rolled upwards and her lips curved in a suggestive smile–one that reflected the joys of all that she had unburdened in the face of her new man. "I-it's so hot, I..."
Her breath steaming up clouds, she couldn't put mind-numbing sensation into words for once in her life, she was with a man who didn't care just about his own pleasure.
"Say it!" Grabbing her hands from all the way back, Raven pulled his hips back and thrust into her pussy hard enough to make the smacking of their flesh like a whip going off. "Say it and tell your husband all about it!"
"Y-YES! AGHHHH! MHNMMM! FUCCKKK~" Still feeling her insides rippling with erogenous joy, Ophelia shifted her gaze to look at her dying husband's eyes. "I-IT FEELS SO MUCH BETTER THAN ALL THOSE TIMES I FAKED AN ORGASM WITH YOU, YOU SELFISH MONSTER!"
Blinded by the rampant smack of Raven's balls against her pussy, Ophelia's upper forelegs raised up on their own, and down they came on the horrified eyes of her husband. Crushing his skull to bits, the queen felt ecstasy tingling through every muscle and showed her husband's grave with her love juices–something he never managed to pump out from her himself.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCKKK MEEEE!!!" Those were the words of mourning–no rather moaning Gara's wife uttered as eulogy to his death.