I could only sob and wail as he used me, my fingers scrabbling at the sheets, knuckles white with the force of his fucking. He pulled my hips back to meet his every thrust, and my body jolted with the impact as my breasts bounced.
My world tilted on its axis. Every thrust sent shockwaves through me, and I found myself floating somewhere between agony and something far worse… acceptance.
He changed angles and suddenly, he flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide and driving back inside me, looming over me with a dark, sadistic grin. “I want to watch your face when I split you open on my dick,” he rumbled, pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes that seemed to reach my womb.
“Scream for me, little wife. Let the whole damn island hear who's fucking you, who's claiming this sweet cunt as his own,” he commanded, hammering relentlessly, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room and making my insides churn.
Through the haze of pain and reluctant pleasure, I could only clench around him, feeling every ridge and vein of his thickness dragging along my sensitive walls. Tears streamed down my face as he used me, and my body no longer was my own as he fucked me raw and ruthlessly.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Never Be His
Zagreus’s cock pistoned in and out of me with each forceful thrust, driving the air from my lungs in ragged gasps and desperate moans. Driving me closer to something I couldn’t name. A breaking point, probably, a reckoning or a place where my body was no longer my own.
I wanted to resist, but everything in me betrayed me. The sound and moans of surrender just made him more animalistic. He could feel my velvet walls fluttering and clenching around his thick shaft, gripping him like a vice as he stretched me wider than I’d ever been before.
“Fuck, I knew this pussy was meant to be mine from the moment I saw you,” he grunted, hammering with brutal, merciless strokes. His balls slapped lewdly against my arse with every pump of his hips, the obscene sound mixing with the creaking of the bed frame beneath us. “Your cunt is sucking mein, begging me to fill it up, to pump it full of my seed until it overflows.”
A shaky breath left my lips as he hooked my legs over his elbows, bending me nearly in half as he loomed over me, his muscular body blanketing mine. The new position allowed him to plunge impossibly deeper, his cock kissing my cervix with every thrust as he fucked me with a wild, animalistic abandon.
No. No, it wasn’t right.
Yet I felt so starved for touch. So easily manipulated by sensations. I could feel it reacting, hips tilting, walls tightening as if the same primal part of me believed him.
His shaft stretched me wider than I should allow, more expansive than I thought was possible until it felt like he was fucking his way into the very fabric of my existence.
A body learns its master even if the mind struggles.
Tears stung my eyes. Not from pain anymore. Not even from pleasure. But from the realisation that I could no longer tell the difference.
“This is what you needed, isn't it, Dolcezza?” his voice lowered. “To be split open on my cock, a pretty little cunt to ruin. A set of holes for me to ruin,” Zagreus taunted, his voice a dark, cruel rasp in my ear.
His words scraped something against my skull, digging into places I could not afford to let them take root. I wanted to tell him he was wrong, that I would never be his.
Suddenly, he flipped me back again, shoving a pillow under my hips to tilt my arse up higher. He knelt behind me, grippingmy hips bruisingly as he slammed back into me with a guttural groan.
“Scream for me, fucking scream!” He roared, spanking me hard as he jackhammered into me, the obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoing through the room. “Let everyone know who this cunt belongs to now, who's ruining it for anyone else!”
Tears poured down my face, my body no longer felt my own as he claimed me, conquered me, and owned me completely. I could only sob and wail, feeling my orgasm building, my body betraying me as it raced towards a shattering climax.
“That's it, fuck, milk my cock, take every fucking inch.”
My body tensed, and I clamped down around his pistoning cock like a silken vice as my climax approached. He fucked into me even harder, spurred on by the knowledge that he was pushing me to my limits, wrecking me utterly.
“Yes, that's it, fucking come on my cock!” he snarled. I knew he could feel my upcoming orgasm.
But as my vision began to swim and darken at the edges, Zagreus didn't let up. He fucked me through my climax, using my fluttering core, his cock grinding against my G-spot with every thrust as he chased his own release.
“Fuck, I'm going to pump you full, fucking breed this pussy,” he growled, his hips stuttering, his balls drawing up tight. With one final, savage thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside me and came, his hot seed erupting from his cock to paint my insides white.
As his scalding essence flooded my womb, my eyes rolled back in my head, and everything went black. My body wentlimp beneath him, and my breathing grew shallow and slow as I slipped into unconsciousness, completely fucked out and claimed.
Still, then, I endured.
Because I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me battered, even if my body betrayed me, even as my walls fluttered and gripped, even as pleasure poisoned my veins, I swore to whatever gods were listening… I would never be his.
The first sensation that crawled through my body was the dull, persistent soreness between my thighs. A lingering echo of his brutality. My hamstrings burned with the sweet ache of overuse and stretched past their limits, cramped in protest. Even as I lay still, wrapped in warmth. My body recalled every thrust.
