<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hazeel could feel the magic building within his balls as he started to pound the haughty little minx below him. He heard her uttering in pleasure as he pushed himself into her, and he smirked as his Goddess-Breaker had not failed him before. But even as he started to carve his cock into her insides, the pleasure that usually came almost immediately from his ministrations was nonexistent. Unlike the others that he had fucked, Fortuna seemed to already be used to the feeling of a cock inside of her. Even a massive one like his. Those screams... they were people previously tricked by her. He couldn't fall into the same fate.<br/><br/>After pumping his hips into her a few times, Hazeel pulled his cock out of Fortuna's pussy and flipped her over, settling her on her back as he mounted her missionary-style. His cock sank back into her folds while his arms reached down to grasp firmly onto her shoulders. He arched her hips up a bit, forcing her body to curl upwards while his cock sank back into her folds. She was very tight, but Hazeel's newfound speed had made it all the more easier for him to start pounding into her pussy... quickly. His black cock disappeared into her cunt over and over, warning her that if she intended to entrap him within her eyes much like she had done with so many prisoners of the past, she would have to endure the Goddess-Breaker first.<br/><br/>His massive black scepter pushed past her tight insides, bashing against her cervix and threatening to push straight into her stomach with how she was folded up. She could see her belly bulging out in real time, looking as if she was already a bit into a pregnancy as the bulge formed in her stomach, then dissipated whenever Hazeel pulled out of her. "You'll not entrap me, you dangerous wench," Hazeel growled, grunting with each few thrusts into her porcelain body. Something felt off about her. Every time that he pushed into her, there was a fuzzy feeling of magic around her. Or was it his own fear? Those unfounded, but still terrifying beliefs that this could be the end of his world if he lost to her? Even with his new magical powers, these worlds were chaotic and different, and Fortuna might not have been using her magic on him now, but neither did Azalea, and he almost found himself broken before her too. His hands reached down to clamp around her neck, beginning to cover the porcelain skin in red as he choked her.<br/><br/><em>Hazeel uses his Quicken charge for +1 AP!<br/><br/>Hazeel rolls a 4d20 pleasure roll: 6, 10, 5, 2 = 23!</em></span>