“Well, I can’t use your mouth or you won’t be able to tell me how this makes you feel. I’m going to push inside your cunt. That’s okay with you, right?” He asked in a jeering way. He was going to fuck me is what he was saying. Chills rose over my body and I sucked in a breath. How sick was it that I wanted that? He was right though, Icravedhim. I felt hollow and needy. It was unexplainable but real.
“It’s okay,” I said, darting my eyes away, not wanting to give away that he was right. That I wanted him inside me even though I shouldn’t.
I felt him slide between my labia, his body rubbing smoothly against my entrance. The emptiness inside was only growing, only feeling more uncomfortable as he teased me. I felt hollowed out in no specific place, but all over.
“Do you want me back inside?” He purred, more tentacles began sliding around my thighs. Slowly they spread me wider, pulling my legs as far open as they would go, pushing my legs up and out so that I was crassly displayed in front of him. A tentacle slowly pushed into my pussy.
Immediately, my body ached to draw it in further. My walls clamped down tight, not wanting to let it go. I moaned.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Makwa rasped out, smiling with hooded eyes. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I admitted in a breathy voice, my insides aching to have him push further in. To fill me completely. He pulled back out and I sagged in his hold, feeling more empty than before.
“Look at you,” he said in entertainment. “Just a tiny little piece of me inside you and your will crumbles.” He bent down and his large lips settled on my cheekbone. “How pathetic.” A laugh rolled through his whole body, vibrating against my skin.
“Just do it,” I said. I wanted him to push inside my pussy until I felt stretched wide and filled and I didn’t want him teasing me about it—telling me how he was right and I was wrong. I didn’t want him saying how pathetic it was because I already felt weak and needy.
“No,” he growled. “Beg me to fill you andkeepbegging. I’m not going to make this easy on you. I’m going to make sure you know how much you want this—us.”
“I don’t want it,” I insisted.
“You keep fighting me, making me fight for control. It’s a mess. This possession could go a lot smoother if you just accepted me. No more fights for control. No more confusing thoughts and feelings, our minds blending together like lukewarm soup.” He slid back into my pussy, his warm, wetness pressing against my walls. It felt strange but stimulating.
My muscles tensed and I gasped. He squeezed me with his tentacles, holding me harder around my wrists, ankles, thighs, and waist. Two tentacles slid up across my belly and then wrapped around my breasts so tight it burned.
My back arched and I made a throaty noise. My squeezed breasts ached but he was pushing inside me, making me groan and shudder. My already spread legs attempted stretching even further apart, encouraging more of him in.
“Yes,” I gasped, feeling him shove a thick tentacle roughly up in me until I was groaning and trembling, feeling myself stretched and yet aching to have more. I needed more and I needed him deeper.
He pulled back out and I whimpered.
“Beg,” he demanded. His deep, raspy voice held no humor and his black eyes were deadly serious as they stared down at me unforgivingly. Giving in to his demand was easy.
“Please,” I said, pulling on my restrained arms and pushing my hips up towards him. He slid a tentacle back inside me, swirling it around my walls before plunging in deep. I looked down and saw a thick black substance shoved inside. All his tentacles came from his back, bending around him to get at me, to restrain me. To fuck me.
I pressed my cheek into the bed and writhed as he slid in and out, fucking me but also teasing me because what I really needed was to be possessed again, not play some game. He knew it too. A satisfied smile spread over his mouth as he watched me unfold. It hadn’t taken any effort on his part to break me down.
“Hmm, I don’t know. You don’t sound like you want it all that bad,” he said laughing. His tentacles all rumbled as he laughed, vibrating on and in me. It made me pant and writhe. Fucking me was a joke to him. He was just teasing me, humiliating me to beg for what I claimed I hated.
His texture was firm and strong. I felt him sliding between the cheeks of my ass, warm and wet until he reached my asshole.
“Want it?” He asked apathetically. I’d never done any type of anal before. He probably knew that because he had access to my head. He smiled as if he could hear my thoughts. Little tears collected in the sides of my eyes as he rubbed inside my pussy, brushing up the walls to the very back. He rolled the other tentacle around my puckered asshole, teasing the sensitive flesh and making it clench.
“Come on, Ava. I know you want as much of me as you can get. So say it.”
“I want it,” I admitted breathily, clenching in expectation.
“Say please,” he taunted in a sing-song voice. He bent down and I felt what might be his tongue drag up the side of my face as he laughed.
“Please,” I ground out. Tentacles pushed my knees into my chest, bending my body in half as he suddenly burrowed in my ass. I tensed in surprise and struggled against his hold on my wrists. He was everywhere—squeezing my breasts, gripping my neck, sliding up into my hair, and pushing thickly into my ass and pussy until I was gasping, my hips trying to rock back and forth in his hold.
It was all too much yet somehow, not enough.
I shook in his hold, so stimulated and yet still so needy. Parts of him were brushing against my clit and I hadn’t even realized until an orgasm began to crawl slowly towards release.
“Please,” I said again, my voice pathetically desperate as little tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. “Please, more. Makwa,” my voice broke.
“It’s a fucking tease to have your holes squeeze just a part of me. I need inside you just as much as you need it but I’ll be damned if I give in before you’re reduced to a quaking mess.” He growled viciously, blunt teeth flashing as he snarled.
