Even in her state of near-combustion, she understood.
The man behind the beast currently clawing to consume her was desperately trying to hold back, worried he was hurting her with his ridges and size.
“Kain.” It was near-impossible to force his name out of her throat, let alone focus on anything but his continued stimulation of her G-spot, but the sheer need she had for him to finish this made her gasp it out. “More!”
It wasn’t that her body hadn’t given him every conceivable hint that she was more than ready for everything he had, but it seemed the sound of her voice—the verbal acknowledgment that she wanted it, even as she shook with the effort to accommodate him—settled the last of his remaining concern.
Roaring like a bloodthirsty beast, he rammed in to the hilt, finally conquering her completely.
“Mine!”
His shout drowned out Selma’s wail as his cock forced her pussy wide to its core. Beyond the rough stimulation from his ridges hitting every single sensitive spot along her channel, his girth stretched her so brutally she was suddenly thankful for the days her demon captors had kept her in a state of constant arousal. She could have taken him without the preparation—she was built for him—but as she gasped and panted on his monstrous cock now, she knew it would have hurt. Badly.
Now all she sensed was mind-breaking pleasure.
All the warning she had before he pulled back his shaft of searing flesh was his fingers digging into her hips.
Selma bucked and cried as his ridges rubbed her G-spot again, but the pace was too slow for her to climax. Though she could feel the power the demon put into the movement, he was hindered by the grip of her velvet sheath.
Before his head could pop out of her abused cleft, he reversed the movement, making her take him all the way to her core again. And again.
Over and over the beast bred her from behind, growling with each agonizing thrust. With pleasure or frustration at the pace, she didn’t know, though at this point she didn’t much care either way.
She didn’t know how long the slow mating took, didn’t know if it’d been minutes or hours, because all that mattered was how perfectly and completely he took her as his own.
She did, however, notice when he released her hips, grabbed her by the scruff of her neck with one hand, and let the other reach around to press against her pulsing clit.
Selma, who’d been in the process of gritting her teeth as he pushed into her body again, jolted back from the unexpected touch. Kain’s thighs slapped against her hamstrings and she yelped at the full penetration, but he locked her aching body in place as he forced her to take the dual stimulation of having both her G-spot and clit roughly rubbed at the same time.
It was too much, too intense. She screamed and thrashed, caught between wanting to escape and needing him to never stop, but although she bucked and wailed, the end was inevitable.
With a final, sobbing moan, her entire body seized. Release so intense it made all sounds fade and her vision turn to pure, blinding white took her.
For once there was only pleasure.
Sound was the first thing to return, albeit distorted, followed by the inescapable sensation of being filled to the brim.
Selma whimpered, fidgeting underneath the heavy press against her back to try and reorient herself.
At her first there were weak movements as the man inside of her rose up off her back. Then, with no further warning, he thrust—fully and with no hesitation.
She mewled in response, but despite her initial desire to escape the continued penetration, the smooth, delicious feel of him as he took stroke after stroke in her swollen pussy soon reignited the fire in her blood.
He was moving easier now. The rhythm of his thighs slapping against hers was no longer slowed by her body’s vise-like grip; her orgasm had relaxed her channel enough to finally take him as she was meant to.
Kain grunted every time her velvet heat swallowed him to the root. Along with the obscene way her pussy squelched with each of his thrusts, he filled her ears with the sounds of mating so animalistic and primitive she could barely recognize the man who’d tried to save her.
But it was him. He stoked his thumbs gently over the swell of her hips, even as he picked up the pace so much she had to brace her arms against the sawdust to keep on her hands and knees. And when she cried out from the roughness of the pounding she was taking, that oddly calming tone he’d hummed for her before broke through his snarling.
Kain. Kain was the man claiming her as his own—the one taking her like she’d never been taken before.
Her chest and stomach felt strangely light, even as her throbbing sex was heavy with his presence, and the warmth from everywhere his skin touched hers flooded through her veins.
He was hers.
The knowledge settled in her brain with overwhelming clarity even as she panted and whimpered for his big cock. He might have been the one doing the claiming, but even through the haze of forced pleasure she knew that this man was hers, body and soul.
Her moment of revelation shattered when the demon pushed her to the floor with his weight in the ultimate display of domination.
