“Female, the loss of innocence is always painful. Do not fight me. This night will end with my cock buried deep, and your cheeks stained with tears.” His tongue jabbed into her.
Calavia cried out again, shaking uncontrollably. Pleasure laced the discomfort. A miasma of need constricted her sex. It sought him. It sought more of what he did to her. But she was afraid of pain and she was coming to know that everything about the minotaur was edged with it.
His tongue wasn’t as thick as his fingers or member, but it was frantic, dancing chaotically deep within her, licking and jabbing and rolling, building her arousal back up.
The pain from before, the fear of penetration, fell from her mind as his animalistic tongue danced.
It flattened where he’d stretched her flesh and pierced her innocence, and devoured and soothed her from the inside. She stopped fighting to get out from under him and was now was pushing herself back upon him, needingmore, finding that knotted ache of emptiness had returned.
Whether her cunt was drenched in his saliva, or her own slick, she had no idea, but her skin slipped against his, fighting for an end to the sensation.
His mouth left her with aslurp, and she whimpered again, wanting it to return. But it was replaced with the tip of his bull’s cock, and her fear returned. She tensed and her spine locked into place. Her toes curled.
Calavia braced, gripping his shoulders.
“Cry for me, female.”
The tip of his prick pushed inside her.
She cried, screamed, and so much more, taking in his thick length one shallow thrust at a time. He rolled his hips, stretching her, working her sex, forcing her to take everything, ruining her core and claiming her virginity at the same time.
Her nails dug into his tough skin harder with each second that passed.
He pushed her legs hard into her chest as he leaned into her from above, giving her no leisure. His cock a battering ram, worked in and out of her until the only thing she could focus on was the tangles deep within.I can take it.If Aldora, a human much like herself could handle it, she could too.
But Astegur was relentless, stroking her flesh with slow pumps, working her open. Her legs bounced against his with every thrust.
Calavia didn’t know how long she held still, waiting for her body to catch up, but she felt so used and out of control in her life that she could do little else. She couldn’t even open her mouth to speak, to give him direction, and when she felt words return, Astegur’s fingers curled around her neck and squeezed, eliciting nothing more but choking sounds from her mouth.
He trapped her beneath him, pressing the entirety of his heavy prick into her. His tongue came down to lick her cheek. She arched up, giving into the stretch. As she did so, the pain of penetration began to fade. Calavia gasped again. She forced herself to relax.
Astegur’s smoke filled her nostrils, his thrusts increased, and her cries morphed into moans. There was a strange, addicting sensation building within her, warring for more while at the same time, demanding less.
Her legs continued to bounce with each shunt. Her body was covered with sweat. Her hair was plastered to her skin. He continued to fuck her through it all, lathering her face with his tongue as he moved over her.
She strained as much as she could, seeking release, but was caught tight in his bruising embrace.
There was no escape.
“Astegur, I can’t,” she begged, the pleasure building. The pain from before was now nothing more than a distant memory.
He caught her eyes. His dark and rabid, wild with something she couldn’t place. It flooded her head with delicious, wanton cravings. Her legs tightened around him. His lips were pushed back into a snarl, his smoke trailed out from the sides of his mouth. This wasn’t a man that took her, but a beast. A sexually aroused, starved monster.
One that made her ache for sex when she never had before.
“Beg again.” His voice was dark and low, demanding.
She felt his blood pool under her nails. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened even wider. “Please,” she managed to get out.
He thrust the full force of his hips straight into her. Calavia screamed, the sounds echoed from the walls as bliss took hold. He did it again, and she wrapped her limbs around him. Her own hips jerked as sudden pleasure shot through, giving her gooseflesh, and curling her toes. The bull’s cock widened even more inside her, but all she felt was a sudden, pleasureable burst of sensation.
The horrible emptiness from earlier vanished.
Sizzling, pent-up waves of bliss crashed through her, straining her muscles, and locking her joints into place. She continued to cry out with each pulsation and with Astegur’s relentless thrusts. The pleasure eclipsed the world for one glorious moment, shocking her.
Astegur made a demonic sound she barely registered. He lifted her hips into the air as he drew back and knelt higher between her legs. He rammed his cock into her from above, forcing another burst of pleasure from her constricting sex.
Hot liquid exploded out from him as her eyes snapped closed. His seed flooded her sex and spilled out over her thighs. The sounds they made grew wetter with each of his final, frenzied thrusts.
