Again he did a long, achingly pleasurable drive up into her. The widening of his cock was palpable, shoving her pussy walls aside, only this time she knew what to expect. It made her fear, a little, though she healedanything.
She did want it, wanted to try that weirdly spiky cock in her ass. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t done this before… wait, how did she know that?
“Fuck,” she gasped, fingers clawing at his arm and shoulder for he’d pinned her to the wall with a massively deep thrust, and she felt the flare of those internally lodged spikes. Her eyes went blind, her pussy clamping in and then… then, she was orgasming, rasping out that unspeakably intimate cry, mouth open as she shuddered through that cresting explosion.
He stayed there for a long, long moment, so far inside her, so welded to her, that she wondered if they were two people, or one.
When she’d stopped spasming onto his cock, and her long silent cry was done, he pulled out and spun her, probed carefully at her asshole with his finger… Make that fingers. He was widening her enough that the very tip of his cock could work into her.
“Relax down here,” he said, biting her neck, and the alternate pain meant she was distracted enough for his fingers to enter her.
“Oh!” She grunted as they went further in, and turned her face sideways. Her eyes were closing as she tried to decipher the sensation of something large seeking entry to her ass, widening her…
A stretching hurt followed.
“Relax.” Then he switched fingers for cock, and began to shove, slowly. “Fuck, girl, with these tentacles going in here, you deserve this. I’m imagining the guy who did this tat drooling.”
Stop distracting me.His cock was almost in, she could tell… and then it abruptly overcame her final resistance.
“I— Oh, oh my, fuck.Fuck.”
Rutger hissed. “Fuck, yeah.” He pushed again, and his cock slid, stretching her even more. Then it forged in a small distance further. Forged, like some goddamn warship being launched.
This felt like a torpedo not a cock, like something the size of a weather blimp. She found herself panting because of the pleasure and pain warring in her mind, and quite definitely they warred where he’d stuck himself inside her.
After several shallow but what seemed tightly controlled pumps at her, with her clawing the wall and whimpering at the strange new bliss, at the expanding pains that rolled together with what she’d so recently felt in her cunt, Rutger pulled out most of the way. The spikes sprang out against her skin. Then he was coming, filling her ass. Much of it spilled from her, for the head was barely there, barely in her.
But…
“God. Ohmigod.” She ducked her head, breathing hard, feeling it all. What an invasion. Dirty as hell.
Him, in her there.
What would it be like, deeper? All the way in, and even better, climaxing while he took her.
“Next time,” he said, biting her shoulder. “Next time we train you.”
“Mmm,” she agreed, sweaty, panting, then crying out as he pulled from her. That flinch as her asshole was breached in reverse. She’d agreed, and it was a whole other universe being screwed down there.
“Fuck,” she whispered. “Maybe we should have limits… Like you’re not allowed to erect those spikes?”
Rutger chuckled. “That’s involuntary. It just happens when I’m about to come.
“Jesus.”
“I don’t think he’s going to help you.” He wrapped his arms around her at neck level, feeling down her front, squeezing her, hugging her some more, then he kissed the top of her head. “We have to find some toys to open you. We have plans.”
We?
Toys sounded good, and she imagined him pinning her to the bed and working some huge dildo into her ass while he screwed her. That thought quickly aroused her.Toys.Even in the middle of the Apocalypse there must be sex shops somewhere?
It was best they’d fucked, despite the trial only recently being completed and her being tired. It’d been mental fatigue only. Not only had lovemaking left her with that warm orgasmic buzz, but it would insulate her against the Lure for a few days.
She wished she could do the same for Maura—take away the Lure. She would practice, get her skills back. Somehow, despite the new pain.
They found a communal place to bathe where, to her fascination, everyone went naked. Naked beasters was a sight to behold—as if the athletes from the Olympics had been augmented then stripped. She decided communal bathing was a favorite of hers. The flirting was outrageous despite most of them being bondmated.
Water wasn’t always easy to find. This was only natural.
