Reaching into a reserve of strength he didn’t know he possessed, Kain got off the bed. He shook with the effort of moving away from her tantalizing scent, but managed to scramble to the drawer where he kept the articles he now used for entertaining the human women he brought home.
He grabbed a thick dildo and turned back around to where Selma had collapsed on her back, sobbing quietly in anguish.
“It'll be okay soon,” he mumbled, more to himself than the delirious Breeder. His own need for release might be left unattended for now, but the main thing his entire being struggled against his restraint for was to conquer and pleasure her. As long as he could pummel her dripping pussy into submission with something, he would be able to deal with the onslaught on his senses.
Kain knelt back on the bed and stroked a hand up her creamy thigh. She whimpered and spread her legs wider at his touch, letting him slide to her weeping pussy. It was so infinitely soft, beckoning to him to explore and taste, but he knew if he buried his mouth there again he would mount her no matter the consequences.
Spreading her lips with two fingers to fully expose her eager sheath, he pressed the dildo's rounded head against her opening and sighed with her when it sank in to the hilt.
She was certainly a Breeder. It was not a small toy, and previous women had had to be coaxed and gentled before taking it. Selma simply moaned and lifted her hips, urging him to go deeper while pleading for more.
He obeyed, pressed deeper, and enjoyed the shudder of her pleasure that transferred through his arm and down his spine. He hadn't intentionally tapped into the dark core of magic within him, but the Breeder's sexual energy drew it from him with effortless ease, pulling him deeper into her spell.
“Damned little witch!” Through the fog of lust, anger swelled within him, a small vestige of sanity clawing its way through the hormonal chaos. He didn't want this burning desire to fuck, possess, and protect a Breeder! He’d done everything in his power since maturing into adulthood to avoid the responsibility they demanded, but here he was—one whiff of her cursed scent and he had been after her like a dog on a chain.
The fact that even he—so stoic in his resolve against the mating practices of his kind—had no choice but to act like a lovesick Neanderthal in her presence enraged him.
Clenching the dildo, he let the anger mix with his need for her surrender and drove it into her core far more savagely than most women would have enjoyed. But even though Selma squealed and screamed like a woman possessed, her hips still rose to meet every thrust.
Kain closed his eyes and imagined that the wet noises being pushed from her body came from driving his own mass into her, that the echo of pleasure itching underneath his skin was more than just his unleashed magic. He wanted her pussy to surrender, to force her to accept him as her master as much as he wanted to punish her for stirring those primitive urges in him.
Her pheromone-laced scent and the exquisite sensation of ramming her quivering channel into submission swallowed him whole in their dark torment, and he gave himself to the madness.
Only after several minutes did he realize that her screams and cries were not entirely from pleasure.
The shock—those two seconds he thought he had harmed her—broke the haze like a bucket of ice water, allowing him to hear her shrill pleas through the thrashing and shrieking.
“Please! More! I can't…! Please!”
Reining in his wits, he noticed her desperately lifted hips and flailing arms weren't just thrusting back against the intrusion and clutching at the bedding—she was squirming and angling her pelvis, attempting to get a rougher stimulation, and her hands pressed desperately against her clit to help her climax along. Only it wasn't helping, and the tears streaking her distorted face felt like a punch to the gut.
In the back of his mind, the memory of the lessons his father had bestowed on him concerning Breeders—given back when he had still hoped his son would one day take a mate—made him growl before pulling the near-useless dildo from her quivering flesh. She needed the harsh shape of a demon's anatomy once her ring had been activated—and he couldn't give it to her.
“Please!”
The pained sob made him look around the room in panic for something, anything that could help her.
His eyes fell on one of the carved bedposts. It didn’t have the ridges, but its shape flared into smooth edges and bulbs…
Kain reached out, wrapped his hand around the post midway up, and broke it in half with a flexing of muscles already tense with raging testosterone before he turned back to the girl.
She had stopped flailing since he pulled the dildo out of her and now lay limp in front of him, thighs spread so her glistening slit was fully visible. Tears rolled silently down her flushed cheeks, and a soft but persistent whimper made his stomach clench with need to soothe and comfort.
Humming a vibration he’d never produced before, he slid his fingers up her cleft, spreading her open once more.
Selma moaned in response, but when he pressed the rounded end of the bedpost to her opening, her eyelids fluttered open as she gasped in surprise—and then again in strained pleasure as the violently shaped staff forced her to open around its blunt end, sinking into her wet depths inch after torturous inch.
Seeing her stretched for the thick tool, its carved surface grinding into her walls almost as forcefully as a demon's cock would have, was nearly as stimulating as her sudden keening.
Kain groaned as the first ridge on the bedpost hit something good inside of her, and she spasmed so hard around it he could see her abdominal muscles twitch. His panic evaporated, once again replaced by the all-consuming need for pleasure.
He thrust the bed knob in until she couldn't take anymore before reversing the movement. Her slick, pink sheath desperately clasped on to the bedpost, following the thrust. Brutally he shoved it in again before finding her throbbing clit with his free hand.
She was too busy clutching at the bedding and panting to pay him any notice, but her body reacted with a violent clenching, nearly halting his ministrations. He put more force behind the thrusts, spearing her spasming pussy faster and faster.
Her rhythmic moans and cries thrilled down his spine and made his erection throb and ache. The humming in his throat turned to a possessive growl as he fucked her faster and faster, abandoning all concerns that she might get hurt. She was a Breeder; she was born to take it, born to fuck.
Too soon her cries of pleasure turned to hoarse screams, her body tensing until finally she stiffened completely in an arc, head tossed back into the mattress while her pussy milked the bedpost for all it was worth.
