I would impregnate her simply to impregnate her. To press her matingly, to dominate her dirty unbathed body, grinding against my clean hard body, my long thick member. To mix our hot fluids, to watch her gulp my saliva like it's her last salvation. To partake in her ripe lithe flesh, to hear her little hushed moans as they grow louder and louder, until each assault on her unsullied womb has her yipping in pleasure so loud the whole neighborhood hears it. To watch her helplessly quiver under my weight, until her mind is filled with nothing but pleasure, and she blanks out any notion she had of being someone's oshi, or someone's sister, or someone's daughter, because now she is mine, in body, mind, and spirit. Her whole being craves my entrance, our entanglement, my crashing waves, grinding her shores into sand. Until I dump my life goo into her soft receptive womb, filling it to the brim and more, watching it not trickle, but pour out of her, her already sullied bed now reeking of my essence, as she wraps her legs around me and tries to suck every last drop out of my seemingly endless well of life force. She clenches tightly to my broad shoulders, I grip her thin waist, pushing it down onto my spear, impaling her hard and deep, pumping out every last drop. She shakes hard and I feel her goosebumps spread from the base of her spine upwards. Exhausted, she lays her head limply in my shoulder, her mind is blank and her body relaxes, except her overclocked lungs gasping for breath. I caress her head until her mind returns, she's in a drunken daze, her face a glowing smile with eyes full of fulfillment. Finally, our mouths meet and now, with our two ends connecting and our hearts touching and beating in unison, the cycle, the ouroboros is complete.
