“What are they?” she gasped, clenching her fists as he pulled out far enough for her swollen G-spot to receive their firm attention.
“Cartilage ridges along the edge of the head.” He grunted when she squeezed experimentally around them. “Our own females are stronger than humans and often need to be kept in line during mating. Biology has given us a way to do that. Of course, for human women, it’s just another way to make you beg, isn’t it, sweetheart?”
Selma mewled in response as he pointedly thrust back in with a bit more force, her hands grasping at air in his grip. His anatomy certainly did quell any desires to attempt resistance!
“I said: Isn’t it?” His lip curled up in a snarl, and before she could gasp a reply, he pounded into her with enough force to make the wall protest. Immediately he let his hips pick up pace to a merciless rhythm that had her thrashing and screaming.
“Yes, yes!” she cried, not quite sure if she obeyed to end his assault on her body, or to ensure that he didn’t stop. “God, please, I?—!”
Her high-pitched whine when he reached down and yanked savagely on the ring interrupted her plea and she stiffened, her back arching as hot tendrils shot through her brain and body in pulses, forcing her pussy to contract around him.
The demon toyed with the metal for a bit before he pulled out of her sopping channel and let her slide to the floor.
There was only blazing heat and the sensation of having the most sensitive part of her being stimulated continuously and unrelentingly. It was more than orgasmic, more than sexual—it was the essence of everything the universe had to offer, and she felt it crack her grasp on reality and her sense of self slowly dissolve.
When he stopped, it was like being ripped away from the source of life itself.
Furiously she launched herself at Marathin with every intent of ripping him apart to get to that blissful source she knew he possessed. Within him was the key to her salvation, to the sweet release of the dark power boiling in her blood.
He growled at her, forcing her to the ground and flipping her over, despite her struggles to tear out strips of his skin.
“On. Your. Knees!” It was a hiss against her ear, followed by his hands pulling at her hips violently enough to make her stop swiping at him. Her arms barely managed to support her own weight in time to keep her head from banging painfully against the floor.
It was a curious thing, really; the moment she was on all fours with her back to him and his fingers bruising her hips, she no longer wanted to rip him apart. Howling with need, she arched her back for him, her dripping opening clenching on air as her body recognized the true nature of her desperate situation.
Mercifully he mounted her, clearly understanding that he’d driven the Breeder past what she could bear. He plowed into her clamping pussy and growled alongside her sob of relief as he bottomed out, the rut descending fully upon him.
8
Selma
It took three pained orgasms before sense returned to Selma. Her bucking stilled as she gasped through the aftermath of her last climax. Every muscle in her body ached, their consistency resembling that of jelly, and her breathing was ragged and wheezing.
With a whine, she gave up her attempt at staying on her hands and knees, sliding down on her stomach and leaving the man still hard and buried in her to follow.
He did, pressing his weight down over her, and though she was no longer under the mark’s spell, her exhausted mind understood his display of dominance. It felt… good, but something half-muted tried to claw its way through the thick fog to remind her that she was in enemy hands.
Those same hands moved from her hips, smoothed down her arms as he readjusted his weight over her, and finally braided with her fingers as he lifted halfway up again. The next moment she grunted with him as he thrust into her.
It didn’t hurt exactly, as she was still sopping wet and open, but with the craze lifted, she was acutely aware that her pussy was battered and swollen, and every push of his ridged cock tormented her over-stimulated flesh with pleasure she could barely withstand.
There was no reprieve yet, though—not before her forceful lover had found his release—so Selma purposely pushed the protesting part of her mind aside and lifted her hips so he could fill her more easily.
The smacking of his flesh against hers made it easier to drown out the objections from both her body and brain. She moaned, giving in to Marathin’s dominance and cock yet again, drunk on his pheromones and the lazily mounting pleasure in her loins.
“Mmm, my sweet. Like that.” His voice in her ear was hoarse with tension from an impending climax and the long, hard build-up for it. Growling, he bit the back of her neck, and when she whimpered her surrender, he released her right hand and let his own find its way underneath her to her sweet spot.
She jolted, straining up while clutching at the floor, but before she could adjust, he drove his cock deep. A few hard, full thrusts and she gave up fighting his touch, her keening taking on the shrill note of yet another orgasm as he once again proved his total control over her body.
She took his cock to the hilt over and over, gritting her teeth against the power he was driving into her with while her pussy struggled to bring her the release he was demanding.
It only took minutes before the pressure in her abdomen overcame her fatigued muscles and she came with a hoarse cry, milking the demon with the last bit of energy she could produce.
Thankfully, it was enough. A deep, inhuman roar ripped from the beast on top of her as he slammed in one last time before stiffening. Hot liquid pulsed against her cervix, filling the few crevasses of her pussy not fully stretched to their limits as he finally seeded her.
When Marathin collapsed on top of her with a satisfied sigh, the only thing she had energy left for was gasping air into her burning lungs and listening to her own thundering heartbeat.
She closed her eyes, tiredly hoping that there would be no permanent damage done to her system from the intense over-stimulation.
