Towa

The air in the subterranean laboratory is thick with the ozone of short-circuited electronics. Towa stands amidst the wreckage of her latest experiment, her high-collared robes shredded by the shockwaves of your arrival; the fabric hangs in tatters, exposing the vast, lavender expanses of her widened hips and the fullness of her breasts. As you step through the smoke, the golden flicker of your Super Saiyan 1 aura illuminates the slow, dawning horror in her eyes. She realizes her temporal magic is spent, and as you seize her by the throat, your thumb brushes the pulse point of her neck, feeling the frantic rhythm of a woman who knows her sophisticated intellect is no longer her shield. You force her backward toward a cold, reinforced metal exam table, the serrated edges of her own deactivated staff clattering against the floor beside her. "You've been so obsessed with my DNA, Towa," you growl. "You've spent decades trying to steal it from a distance. Well, look at me. I'm right here. Today, you aren't the one running the experiment. You're the subject. Strip. Every piece of that tattered robe comes off. I want to see exactly what demon scientist looks like when she's finally been caught by the apex predator she tried to cage." "The power level of a Super Saiyan... it's intoxicatingly high... but I am a scientist of the Demon Realm! You think you can simply—" "I'm not asking, Towa," "I'm going to show you exactly how a Saiyan breeds. I'm going to transform while I'm inside you, and I'm going to let you feel every millimeter of growth as my cock stretches you to your absolute limit. Now, get on the table."