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70K Note Dino (art by townfoolery)

“Sixty two-”

Smack! Daddy Tony’s long, monstrous alpha fingerpads swat down on your pretty omega puthy like tendrils. And her alpha aura quivers with delight at the sound of your whiny whimpering whining whimpers-

“Sixty three-”

Smack!

“Sixty four-”

“Almost there.” Daddy Tony’s snickering, and just the sheer amount of skibidi aura in her tone is enough to make omegas within a sixty-five mile radius ovulate. But luckily for you, babygirl, she’s only here for you. “Oooooone last one-”

“But-” You’re cut off with your own shaking as her hand comes down once more- “H-h-h-hngh! Sixty five…” Batting your tear fifteen-foot lashes, you’re looking up at your alpha. “So does that mean that I can have your monster alpha fifteen-inch schlong (when soft), Daddy Tony?”

She smirks, “For being such a good babygirl f’me, and giving me sixty-five k- heh. I’ll give you my twenty-one inch schlong (when semi-hard), babygirl.”

You gasp, “Oh, thank you!”

And upon your whimpering wails, she’s trying to fit in her massive alpha schlong. It’s bigger than anything you’ve ever taken, it’s bigger than the Eiffel tower, it’s bigger than the whole damn universe- and it’s slowly sliding between your pretty legs. Making you feel like you were part of Titan’s Bride with the way that you were being split apart, you could feel the alpha aura replenishing yours. 

Too impatient, she doesn’t even wait for you to get used to the side before rutting- “O-oh, please-”

“Shhh, biiiig stretch, babygirl- biiiiiiig stretch, you can take it.” Your daddy’s soothing out, still keeping that drilling train at your core. She’s pressing down on the middle of your stomach where at least all 21 of her inches was making an outlined appearance- didn’t matter what your gorgeous body type was, daddy would take it over.

You’re hiccuping, “But I don’t know if I can-”

“Daddy knows all.” She says, sagely. “And daddy knows that she’ll give you anything you want, babygirl—” Swattin’ at your folds, it lets out the most lecherous squeeeelch- “And she says she wants all 21 inches- heh, we might just go to 22 tonight.”

“Oh?” You pant out, pushed forwards with her hips- she’d already broken the bed, and she was breaking it some more. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

You whimper, “So does that mean I can get child support-”

“No.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“But you can get this 21-inch alpha schlong (when half-hard).” And with that, she’s sinking it in all the way to the hilt—all the way to the hilt, so that you’re feeling it in your throat. And you swear you feel her swell up a few more alpha inches- you were getting wrecked tonight. “And just in case you thought you were getting off easy for givin’ me sixty-five k-”

She signals something with her alpha aura, and suddenly- oh, suddenly the door to Daddy Tony’s massive penthouse opens. The light filtering in as you make out a tall frame…

Blue eyes…

White hair…

You gape, “The strongest sorcerer of today, Gojo Satoru?”

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