Zerxel didn't care about the contestant that she was bearing, even as her gravid belly helped bring her down with each forceful thrust.  She didn't care that the extra weight meant that she couldn't take all of Jack's massive cock.  She didn't care that the way she fucked him caused pain every time that monster dick slammed into the entrance of her womb, battered her insides.  She didn't care because while the brutal fucking felt good, the pain felt good too.  It was purifying, she deserved the pain over what she'd done, over what she thought of as her fault.  Punishing herself with the massive flesh rod battering her insides was penance.  She couldn't help that it was enjoyable, couldn't help but cry out and throw her head back, crying out as an orgasm overtook her.  Fucking felt too good for her to feel guilt over it.  The pain of his monster cock stretching her tight elf cunt, the pain of every deep thrust battering her insides, that was just a bonus.  It was a scourging cleansing pain, giving her punishment for her own perceived actions.<br/><br/>She didn't care about who was residing in her womb as she began fucking him again, her nipples now leaking sweet cream down her breasts, dripping onto the bulging stomach.  She didn't care about the contestant she had inside her as her juices sluiced down Jack's cock to pool on his balls before dripping to the chair below him.  But then, even as she lost herself in the lust, lost herself in the mindless fucking, something happened, something....changed.  Even as her body continued to fuck at that frantic pace, her body on auto pilot bouncing up and down spearing herself over and over on a cock too big for her to take, she felt something.  Inside her, inside her stomach, inside her womb.  The contestant, the presence, the soul she carried cried out.  Not in pain however, in joyous rapture.  Her orgasmic bliss was carrying over to the soul inside of her.  She could feel it writhing in passion, basking in the glow of her orgasm, approving, luxuriating.  It wanted more, no.... she wanted more.<br/><br/>Zerxel bit down on her lip and curled her fingernails into her thigh, seeking to give it what it wanted.  Brutally, violently, she fucked the giant blooded man.  The pain mixed with the pleasure.  Her clit throbbed in delightful agony, her thighs screamed out in protest of the workout of constantly riding the man beneath her.  But her iron will was stronger than her exhaustion.  She continued, and grabbed Jack's hands, bringing them to her breasts.  He took the hint and cupped the fleshy globes, larger now than they normally were and freely leaking milk.  She growled as she slammed herself down onto him, trying to mentally touch the soul inside her.  She was so close, so close, so close.<br/><br/>Jack's finger tips pinched her nipple rings and tugged them, and it was exactly what Zerxel needed at that moment.  Her second orgasm was even stronger than her first.  Her nipples, being tugged by Jack, squirted small rivulets of warm cream and her cunt gushed again sending a fresh wave of musky juice cascading down around the thick meat that filled her.  Her red eyes rolled back in her skull as she rode the wave of orgasm, and then, there, the sensation again, stronger this time.  It was almost like a second weaker orgasm, as the soul inside of her came as well.  There was no other way to describe it, but the contestant she carried came a few moments after she did.<br/><br/><em>"Tahkina," </em>Zerxel moaned out as she felt the soul inside her.  She knew who she carried now.  A dusky skinned woman from the south lands with black curly hair.  She didn't know Tahkina well, they'd been in different bunk houses and the human woman had been rather unremarkable during training.  But Zerxel knew without a doubt that was who she carried.  She knew something else too.  She understood that what she was doing was for her own benefit, to trade Tahkina to the spiderlings for her own gain.  But there was more than that.  Tahkina had died.  Died.  She had met her death at the hands of the clay golem, and her life would be no more.  But Zerxel was saving her.  Zerxel was giving the woman a new life.  Even a life of slavery as a brood mother to spiderlings was still a life, and one that would have been denied to Tahkina had Zerxel not consumed the soul fruit.  Zerxel realized that she was in the most literal sense, saving Tahkina's life.  More, the contestant inside her was not actively thinking, not yet fully formed, but Tahkina's soul knew what Zerxel was doing as well.  There was an immense gratitude that was unlike anything that the drow had ever experienced in her entire life.  There was no way to compare the feeling of owing someone your entire life, your very soul, the way Tahkina would owe Zerxel.  Of course Tahkina would follow Zerxel's every command, how could she do less for the woman who saved her life?  Was this what it was like to be a mother in reality?  Was this what it was like to bear a child and know that it's entire existence is because of you?  Among the drow, Zerxel doubted it.  But even among the more goodly races, this could not compare.  For Tahkina would not be borne a mewling babe, ignorant in all things.  She would be re-born a woman, a contestant, with years of experience and life, knowing what Zerxel had done for her.<br/><br/>All of this, in the few heartbeats after her orgasm.  She knew all of this in the deepest parts of her soul.  What was more, she knew that the soul inside her, the soul of Tahkina cried out for more.  It had been too weak to enjoy the time with the lamia, but it had been strengthened by it.  It had been changed by it, but strengthened as well.  That contestant she carried, it craved more, more orgasm, more seed, more primal power.<br/><br/>But even Zerxel's willpower had it's limits and her body sagged against Jack, her muscles burning, screaming in protest.<br/><br/>Jack grabbed her head and turned her face towards his, kissing her again before breaking the kiss and asking,<strong> "Twenty five minutes straight, you lasted longer then I would have thought, keeping up that pace my little drowling.  But I am not yet finished."</strong><br/><br/>Zerxel smirked and added,<em> "Nor am I, but I think it is your turn to lead.  I could use some help."</em>Zerxel's red eyes slid to the doorway and those watching, before landing on Amber, who still knelt nearby, topless, though her hand rubbed circles inside her open trousers.<br/><br/>Jack chuckled, and bellowed,<strong> "Never let it be said that Big Jack doesn't take care of his guests."</strong>To which the onlookers cheered.  He grabbed Zerxel about the hips and lifted her upwards.  Her cunt made a wet slick sound as his cock pulled free, her nether lips clinging to each inch as it slid free desperately.  Then he turned and lifted Zerxel so she sat on the edge of a nearby table.  He pushed her back so that she lay atop it, and took her feet in his massive hands.  With a nod to Amber the redheaded woman came over and began sucking and licking the milky pierced nipples that capped Zerxel's swollen breasts.  That alone almost made the drow swoon.  But then she felt that hot hardness pushing back inside of her as Jack held her ankles spread wide and high above her pregnant belly.<br/><br/>Now Jack was pounding her as mercilessly as she had been fucking him a minute ago.  But Zerxel couldn't focus on it, couldn't focus on anything, it was all overwhelming.  The feeling of fingers on her nipples, Amber's mouth, Jack's cock inside her pounding at the gates of her womb, Tahkina's soul begging for more, more more more always more.  She didn't even open her eyes when she felt the head of someone else's cock at her lips.  She simply opened and started sucking.  Her free hand found a wet slit, Ambers she though, and plunged into the wetness as her other hand found a hard cock and she jerked it furously.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/fx36g0U.png)</div>MORE MORE MORE MORE the soul inside her cried, and she couldn't have stopped if she wanted, another orgasm taking her.  The feeling of a man's seed spraying into her throat, MORE, the feeling of hot jizz arcing onto her swollen belly, MORE! MORE! MORE!  Tahkina was insatiable, or she was, or they both were, it didn't matter.  She lost track of if she was cumming or just lost in bliss.  The cock in her throat was replaced by a dripping cunt, she licked and sucked eagerly, MORE!  Hands ran across her body, stroking and caressing, MORE MORE MORE!<br/><br/>Then it happened.  She felt that massive, relentless, monster cock inside her slam deep and swell.  She felt Jack flood her with his hot seed, and her cries of passion were echoed by the soul inside her womb.  She could feel Tahkina drinking the seed, taking it's strength, crying out for more.<br/><br/>But Zerxel had nothing left, and that last orgasmic wave crashed over her, bringing darkness with it.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>The first thing Zerxel thought when she regained consciousness was how wonderful she felt.  Her every muscle felt relaxed, rejuvenated.  Her skin felt clean and fresh, gone was the slime, the cum, the mud, the semen, the girl juices, just her naked flesh, resting on soft bedding.  Then almost immediately after she realized she felt lighter, and realized that her stomach was back to it's normal trim shape.  She opened her eyes with a gasp, and stared into two glowing dots.  Golden points of light glowing in the darkness as her drow night vision kicked in.  There, Tahkina, lay on the bed next to her, so close they could kiss without moving more than a few inches.  The dark skinned woman smiled at Zerxel.  Zerxel could see scales running along the sides of the womans face, reminiscent of the lamia.  So too was the woman huge, larger than a human woman would normally be, over six feet tall at least.  Tahkina smiled at Zerxel with dark lips and muttered,<strong>"Thank you for bringing me back to this world mother.  Or would you prefer I call you Zerxel?"</strong><br/>