I rolled to my knees, wincing at the sharp ache between my legs and crawled up to the head of the bed.
“Here, sit up on these,” I said, stacking three pillows behind him.
When he was situated the way I wanted him. I moved to the end of the bed again, leaning over the side to grab the lube bottle off the floor.
With the lube in hand, I shifted to straddle him, swallowing at just how much cock he had, my confidence shaken, and poured more lube on him, stroking my hand from tip to base to make sure he was thoroughly covered.
Rema moaned, his hips jerking while I did, making me glance up at his face. His eyes were tightly closed, brows pinched, mouth tense. The muscles in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth.
My waning arousal spiked again, and I took a moment to breathe in his taste. Letting his desire fuel mine back to where it should be. I paused to pour lube into my other hand, moving my fingers to coat myself again. I was absolutely drenched in lube, and I grimaced when I understood that more probably wouldn’t help. Still, I added more anyways, rubbing my clit with firm pressure as I went back to stroking him, marveling at how well formed his cock was. Now if only I could get it inside me.
I kept my hand on him, rising on my knees to notch him at my opening, and sank down until his head entered me with a soundless pop, my poor abused pussy twinging. I leaned forward to brace my hands on Rema’s chest and rose and fell again, sinking down inch by painful inch until we reached the halfway point once more.
I kept that rising and falling pace, pausing at the bottom each time I took as much of his cock as I could to press down harder, holding there while it burned and stung, trying my damndest to take just one more inch. After nearly twenty minutes ofthis torture, the awful too tight sensation started to slowly relax. Pleasure bled through the burn as the eight piercings I’d managed to sink inside massaged my sore inner walls with each pass.
Rema was a shaking mess beneath me, his eyes screwed shut and his breathing labored. He was covered in sweat, his cheeks flushed pink. His pleasure was a clawing thing, tasting of desperation. My pussy tightened involuntarily as I watched him struggle to contain himself. He moaned harshly, his cock twitching inside me, but didn’t open his eyes.
Goosebumps rose on my skin as I lifted myself nearly off him and— with a deep breath and a prayer– slammed down harder than ever. I hissed at the deep pain, but something gave and I was able to take three more piercings. I was so stuffed full that I swear I could feel him at the back of my throat… and there was still three more piercings to go, and one really big fucking knot.
I was no quitter, goddamn it.
When I rose again Rema’s hands snapped to my hips, gripping me hard enough to bruise, helping me rise.
“That’s it. Help me, Rema,” I groaned, waiting until only the tip remained inside, and slamming down again, this time with Rema guiding me. His hips surged up to meet me in a hard thrust, and with a wet slap, our hips met. I felt his softened knot force inside like a battering ram, and screamed at the overwhelming sensation of pressure and pain mingling together.
“Patty.Fuck! Patty, are you okay?” Rema ground out through clenched teeth, sitting up to wrap his arms around me while I trembled.
I took a moment to assess, afraid to move. I could feel every single piercing with each fucking breath I took. My cervix felt like a battered down castle door, and there was justso muchof him inside me. I hurt, yes, but there was a throbbing sort of pleasure under all the pain.
I panted for a few more minutes, and then wiggled on his cock experimentally. Oh yes, there was pleasure to be found here. I just needed to adjust. I rose a fraction of an inch and fell again, testing how tight the skin around his knot was. I didn’t want to tear.
Rema hissed, jerking against me. “Patty?” he questioned, groaning against my shoulder.
No tearing, and while there was definitely some resistance, it didn’t feel too horrible. In fact, all the piercings were starting to feel good sliding against my inner walls.
I rose a whole inch this time before sinking back down. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain. Now in equal measures instead of the pain outweighing the pleasure. I could work with that.
I rose until his knot popped out— took a deep breath— and slammed back down on it, gasping when it punched back inside.
“Oh, fuck. Patty. Please, stop,” Rema begged, his arms tightening around me.
Warmth gathered low in my stomach at the quivering timbre of his voice.
“Are you about to come, Rema?” I asked, burying my hand in his hair to jerk his head back so he’d look at me.
His eyes were twin pools of exquisite agony, his face a flushed sweaty mess. Hair stuck to his forehead in tangles, and I thought he’d never looked sexier.
He swallowed, searching my face. “Yes. Just… give me a moment. Are you okay?”
I kissed him, tasting salt on his lips. “I’m fine. Come for me, Rema, it will help lubricate things more.”
He searched my face again before baring his teeth in a snarl and rolling us, pining me beneath his weight. When he pulled all the way out, with not even the head left inside, I had the thought of ‘uh oh’ before he surged back in, burying himself to the hilt, knot and all.
Pleasure speared through my pussy like the crack of thunder, my back arching as I wailed in shock.
Rema seemed to be lost to whatever desperate beast rode him, as he gave me no time to catch my breath before he pulled out again to power forward in a merciless thrust that had me screaming and thrashing under him. His hips snapped, the hands around my hips turning ruthless in their hold as he dragged me into each thrust. Our flesh slapped together, and my mind went white. All I could do was take him. Take him and feel it driving me deeper under.
My whole world narrowed to my cunt, and the bestial way Rema was fucking me. Distantly, I heard animalistic sounds, screaming and grunting and moans, and realized in a dream-like quality that the sounds were ours.
