He was dirty, and his blood was on both of them, but his intent upon her was too much to deny and she liked the markings of the slaughter on his body.
She met his gaze. “Again?”
Astegur answered by gripping her waist and pushing his cock hard against her sex. “Choose me, Calavia,” he demanded. “Mount me.”
She jerked up and her breath hitched as the blunt head of his cock pressed into her entrance. She had barely healed from their first time, before he took her again, and now he wanted to fill her for a third time in so many days. Her body burned with prior use and a fresh wave of lust.
She leaned over him, reveling in the power she now had over him. “Be careful, bull.” She gasped again as the blunt, wet side of his tongue stroked her face. “You are close to begging.”
“If it comes to that point, hag, you will not like what I’ll do to you.”
His words thrilled her. She squeezed his shaft with both handsand rolled her sex upon his tip. She forgot the pain of penetration as the void between her legs grew making her crave his member a little more.
He moved a hand between their bodies as his other lifted her off him and on to her knees. Her hips jerked into the air above as he forced two of his thick, vicious fingers inside her. Her eyes closed tightly as his fingers scissored her sex and ravaged that emptiness she hated so much. She was spread open, forced to succumb to his will as he readied her to accommodate his size.
Pleasure ignited like hellfire where his fingers probed within her. Calavia threw her head back with a mewling cry as bliss exploded within her, coaxed by the fingers inside her body. The same fingers that belonged to the hand that had killed countless was ripping pleasure out of her. She fell into Astegur’s scarred chest, shaking, feverish.
Her muscles clenched and spasmed and continued to do so unendingly while she desperately caught her breath. He pulled his fingers out of her, leaving a gushing wet trail behind, and gripped her waist again. She wanted to cry, to beg for him to thrust his fingers back inside her, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough to fully sate her. She raised her trembling hips up to seat herself on his cock. The blunt tip pressed against her entrance.
He thrust into her, and her body hungrily accepted him.
“Female,” he grunted in her ear, again and again, primal and perfect.
Calavia sank her nails into his chest as she rode him hard, fast. The fervent, wild pace didn’t last long as Astegur roared, blasting her with wind and smoke that swept her hair back from her face. His seed filled her womb. His smoke flooded her senses. She breathed it in.
And yet, it still wasn’t enough. In the back of her mind, beyond the glorious pleasure, she knew it would end and hell would return, but for a single selfish moment, she let herself give in and ride the waves of delicious torment, ride his monstrous bull cock, and allow the pain to morph into something pleasurable.
“We’re going to die,” she cried through bliss and bleakness. Her climax had forced the words from her lips.
Astegur grasped her hips tighter and rammed her back down upon him, making her cry louder, forcing tears to her eyes. “Do you trust me?” he rasped.
How could she not? What is trust in such a dark world? She was loyal to him, she knew that now, but what was loyalty without trust? She clutched his hard flesh with her nails, seeking the hot feel of his blood beneath their beds. “I do.”
He thrust up into her again as he pushed her hips down. “You will not die.”
She closed her eyes tight, leaning heavily upon him as he moved her. “How can you be so certain?”
“Because I would never allow it.”
She squeezed her eyes shut tighter. “I’m afraid.”
He released her hips and grasped her hair, pulling her head back and forcing her to look at him. His eyes were hard, animalistic, and betrayed no fear. They pulled her in, made her want to believe him.
“You’ve given yourself to me, female. It is the greatest gift you could ever give a creature such as myself. I will not let you die. You’ve chosen me despite the risk, let me prove to you that your choice was right.” He held her firm and pinned her under his stare, tightening his hold ever so slightly.
Calavia tried to shake her head but he wouldn’t let her. “I wish I could feel as you do.”
“You will soon enough. I have a plan,” he said, startling her. He released her hair before she could respond and grabbed her buttocks, lifting her slowly, deviantly off his length.
A slow exhalation of air left her lungs as he slipped out of her. His huge prick fell to the side to lie on his thigh as his seed poured out of her to slicken her own. She didn’t want him to leave her but didn’t have the will or energy to stop him.
“A plan?” she asked.
“I will tell you while you eat.”
“I don’t think I have the stomach for it,” she whispered.
Astegur grunted and pulled her back into his arms, standing at the same time and kicking the linens he previously piled before the hearth back into a soft pile. He laid her upon them and moved away to gather blisterbark from the storeroom. When he returned, he placed them in the hearth and breathed over them until they ignited into flames.
