Mourn was grunting as his hand moved from one breast to the next.  They'd get bigger, he was sure of it.  After all, while she wore the collar, the magic would protect her from most of the harm that could befall her, but the seed would still change her.  "They aren't humans watchin' us directly," Mourn grunted as he drove himself inside of her repeatedly.  "They're my kind.  A supernatural.  More than human.  You'll become one of us soon enough.  Sooner, the more you take us into your body."<br/><br/>Wrapping the chain around his hand, Mourn's hands would move to plant on her shoulders as he began to fuck her even harder.  It was no less a claiming than what had been done to her earlier.  The sensation of the wet, cum-slick tunnel of hers wrapping around him as he thrust into her as quickly as he could.  A grunt as he pushed as deep into her as he could, causing pain in his own body from the strain, before he let himself go within her as well.  Unlike Jagger, Mourn didn't spew enough seed to expand her any more than she already was.  But even if that didn't happen, Mourn was moaning in sheer pleasure.<br/><br/>"Your body will absorb our seed," he panted.  "Absorb it and incorporate it inside of you.  It'll make you one of us, slowly but surely.  Until the seed quickens to life inside of you."