Dancer's pleas to be fucked quickly turned into incoherent, guttural shrieks as Pride forced his way into her, his huge overdone prick smashing through her resistance and stretching her around him. Her muscles would have clenched around him, but in truth they were stretched to their absolute limit just trying to let him in without ruining her. A lesser woman would have died there, split open in gruesome fashion by the infernal's literally hellish endowment, but Dancer was made of sterner stuff. She was one of the Golden Bulls, the great champions of the sun's glory and might, who stood unbowed against the progenitors of the world, who could stand in the midst of Oblivion and be inviolate.<br/><br/>But Pride was something more-the strength of the indomitable Bronze Tigers, the Dawn caste, wedded to the incalculable might and dominating will of the King of Kings. Unstoppable might and an invincible will worked together to humble this bull, to make her into little more than his cow to be mounted and bred. She wouldn't break, oh no, but he would take everything else. Just as his cock fully hilted, and his tip smashed against the back wall of her womb so hard her stomach bulged, she shrieked orgasmic bliss, his incredible girth already forcing her to an obscenely strong orgasm that scorched her mind and jellied her muscles.<br/><br/>He could beat her, and now he knew he could take her. The rest was simple, now.