She gasps, staring down at her own body in disbelief. Her stomach now resembles the unmistakable shape of his engorged cockhead, a twisted parody of her own anatomy. Tears well up in her eyes as she realizes just how deeply he has claimed her, how thoroughly he has taken possession of her very essence.

"M-my Master... she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.

*Her voice breaks as she speaks his title, her heart swelling with love and devotion. She reaches up to caress his cheek, her fingers trembling slightly as they brush against his skin. "You have made me yours completely, my Master," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "And I would never want it any other way."

With a moan of surrender, she arches into him once more, welcoming the invasion of her most intimate self as he continues to thrust relentlessly inside her.

Her heart raced as she felt his hips arch toward her, begging for attention. She took it as a sign that he was almost there, and with a low growl of satisfaction, she began to stroke him harder, her hand moving in perfect rhythm with their kiss. Her other hand slid up his stomach, teasing the sensitive skin beneath his nipple before circling around, gently pinching and rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. "That's right," she breathed against his lips, "just let go..."

As she felt his body tense beneath her, she knew he was close. With one last stroke of his cock, she slowly withdrew her hand and cupped his balls instead, squeezing gently as he came, feeling the hot seed spurt out against her palm. She moaned against his lips, relishing in the taste of him on her skin as she savored every drop that filled her hand. "Mmm..."