“I can’t. I can’t.”
“You will anyway. You’ll be my good halfling girl and beg to take my fist if I command it. Tell me to give you more, Ky’a.”
I can’t talk, I can only whine. He chuckles, working his little finger and thumb inside me, and his hand isnotsmall.
He pulls out, rubs his soaking fingers up and down my slit and slaps my clit, then sinks back inside, stretching me as he goes deeper, past his knuckles, to his wrist. Keening, I look down at his fist tenting my stomach.
“Don’t whine, Ky’a,” he murmurs. “If I don’t dothis to you, you won’t be able to take my cock. I don’t want to make you bleed, not there. Fuck my fist, baby. Show me how this greedy little pussy will fuck my cock.”
The pleasure builds, and builds, and I can't breathe, opening my mouth wide to suck in gobs of air. When I shatter, my knees buckle.
He laughs, taking me to the ground rather than holding me up, and the next moment, as I'm panting on my hands and knees, then with my chest pressed against the ground, he's ripping the wrap from my waist.
“I'll give you slow and gentle next time,” he grinds out. “I can't?—”
I bump my bottom against his groin, feeling the head of his cock push against my entrance, and then he's slamming inside. I scream, his hands on my hips, talons pricking, breaking skin as he begins to fuck me.
It's rough—no, not rough. Brutal. Our first time together the pain had nearly blacked me out. Our flesh slaps together as he wraps a hand in my hair and yanks my head back.
By the Mother, am I glad for the restraint he learned. If he’d done this before I was ready, before I was willing, it would've shattered me.
Even now, I'm struggling to keep my mind my own under his onslaught, under the pleasure edged with pain, under the sheer dominance of his touch, his growls, the whispered obscenities as he finally lets go.
“Your pussy is so tight, hot and wet, too tight,” he groans, pulling out and then slamming back in. “No one else has touched what's mine. Scream forme again. Come on my cock, baby, milk me.” He jerks my head back again. “Scream for me.”
My body tips over the edge and I give him what he wants. His hand releases my hip and moves around my front to rub furiously on my clit as he fucks me through the orgasm and into a third.
My elbows and knees are raw, my pussy is raw and throbbing, but he keeps going.
Every time I feel he's about to come he pauses, pulls out, plays with my clit or my breasts, bends over me to sink his teeth into my neck, and only when he's controlled himself again does push back inside me.
“No more,” I beg him, after I don’t know how long, my voice hoarse. “Rath, mercy. No more.”
His laughter is wild, harsh. “Did you think I would make this easy on you? On me? I love you, baby, but you're going to take everything tonight.”
I suffer, endure the punishment, the overwhelming and unceasing pleasure. When strength is gone from my body I collapse onto my stomach, and he comes down with me, pressing me into the ground with his greater weight, reminding me how fragile I truly am next to him.
At one point he rolls me onto my back, hooks my legs over his shoulder, dragging my hips up on his thighs and continues, his hands squeezing my breasts. I cry out as he twists a nipple, his eyes bright as the sun starts to rise.
I'm covered in his bruises, his marks, covered in his cum.
I think I've lost time. I've been floating, somewhere dark and warm and when I open myeyes it's to Rath still fucking me, though he moves slower, the pace indolent rather than frenetic.
As if my body is ready to give up everything, including my soul, I come again. But it's weak, like the last breath before death.
Rath closes his eyes and shudders, filling me, grinding deep inside my abused pussy and I don’t know how many times tonight he’s done this; filled me, paused to feed me the slick dripping down my thighs then licked up the remains only to start again.
He collapses over me, braced on one arm so he doesn't crush me with his full weight. He kisses my cheek, my neck, turns his lips to take my mouth again, this kiss leisurely, almost sweet.
Rath pulls away, whispering, “I won't waste my seed yet, but once you have our baby in you, I’ll fuck this pretty mouth that belongs to me too. Would you like that, baby?”
I bare my teeth halfheartedly. He nuzzles my nose with his. “My baby is so adorable when she growls at me. Do it again. It makes my cock hard.”
“Mother’stits, you don’t need any help getting your cock hard.”
I can barely whisper the words, I’m so tired. I. . .think I slept a little? That must have been the floating darkness.
“Rath, can you take me home now? Please?”
