He slides from between my legs, stands and removes the mask from the wall.
I scan his body, partly beast and partly human, and for some unknown reason, it’s not as vile appearing as before.
Is he somehow shifting the way I perceive him?
He pulls the mask down over his face. “Is this what you want, Little Sinner?”
Lightning jolts through my thighs, the mask on his face unlocking a hidden fantasy—a need, a desire I didn’t know was there. The fear inside me melts away, replaced with pure arousal and an overwhelming urge to have my body ravaged, consumed—taken.
He tilts his head as my legs fall open, and I run my fingers along my inner thighs. “Yes, please.”
He climbs back onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath his weight, placing one hoof on either side of my waist, towering over me. My heart pounds inside my chest. The sheer power of him hovering over me forces my spine deeper into the mattress beneath me, and my fingers are back to gripping the sheets. My core tremors slightly, but I push the fear aside and force myself to be brave.
His cock swings above me, back and forth like a pendulum. “Taste me.” He drops to his knees, his cock slapping into the space between my breasts.
I hesitate, but only for a moment, before extending my tongue. After what he just did for me, I feel obligated to give him what he wants, not only out of fear of the consequences if I don’t, but in hopes that if I do, he will be less likely to hurt me. He holds his cock in front of my mouth, and when I lick the tip of it, it’s bitterbut not salty, with a hint of smoky flavor, like an overcooked burger burnt on the edges.
“Taste me,” he repeats, leaning his hips toward me, forcing his cock inside my mouth. My jaw pops, opening wider than I can naturally open it on my own. He pumps into my face, and I try my hardest to do what he wants, but the size of it makes it difficult to breathe, and I gag. I grip his cock with both hands, pull it slightly out of my mouth, and slide my palms up and down his shaft, moaning softly, the sound vibrating the tip of his cock. He makes a grunting noise followed by a long growl of pleasure.
Time to make a bold, drastic move.
My hands shake as I carefully pull his cock from my palate, slide my palms up his rippled abdomen and push him sideways, slowly shifting him off me.
He snatches my throat, squeezing it harshly for my defiance, the flames in his eyes behind the mask brightening.
I accept his punishment with a soft hand sliding up and down the arm that’s currently choking me as a tear slides down my cheek and black spots dance before my eyes.
I’m not fighting you, I think to myself, knowing he can read my thoughts.
His clawed hand melts away from my throat, and I gulp a large breath as he lies on his back beside me, allowing me to climb onto his cock. He grips my ass cheeks hard, and I rock on top of him, my eyes locking on the ceiling, a soft whimper escaping my lips. The pain is intense, like a red-hot poker being shoved deep inside me, singeing my delicate lining. But beyond the agony lies something more profound.
Acceptance.
My body is accepting his cock willingly, and the sheer depth of it touches places no human could ever reach. It’s as if everything inside me is shifting to accommodate his length. His cock,molding my internal anatomy, making it a perfect fit, just for him.
It’s almost an addictive feeling, like the longing you have for your next fix and finally getting it. You want more of it, need it, despite knowing it’s harming you.
His hand wraps around my throat, choking me roughly, and his thumb circles my clit. “Oh, Mastyx!” I call his name out loud.
As I rock on top of him, his hips move in rhythm with mine, and it is as though we are one wave, floating on the surface of the ocean, seconds away from crashing to shore. I can feel his cock ready to burst, and my orgasm is preparing to rupture.
He grabs me around the waist, throws me on my stomach beside him and centers himself behind me. His fingers twist into my hair, scratching my scalp with his sharp claws as he pulls my head back, snapping my neck. He forces his cock harshly inside me, and I cry out as he slams into me from behind. “Do you think you can seduce me, Little Sinner?”
He thrusts into me hard and deep, over and over again. I force myself backward, my face wet with tears, pushing my spine against his chest and climbing onto my hands and knees. He wraps his arms around my abdomen, and I lean back against him, wrapping my arms around his, letting him fuck me hard from behind. I keep my eyes closed, trying not to picture anyone else, only him, knowing that he will feel and see inside my head, hoping beyond all hopes that he understands that this isn’t a seduction, it’s cooperation.
I’m letting go of my fear, my reluctance, my resistance.
His cock plunges deeper inside me, forcing my knees off the mattress and his arms tighter around my midsection, making it hard to breathe. A piercing pain penetrates my core, and I cry out. His head rests against my spine, and his panting muffled breaths move the fine hairs covering my skin as they float through the mask.
The pain overwhelms me, and I fight like hell not to scream for him to stop. I interlace my fingers with his and let out a breathy plea for mercy. “Mastyx, please.” Tears burst from my eyes. “You’re hurting me.”
He tugs my head back by my hair and whispers in my ear. “Tell me who is in control, Little Sinner.” He turns his ear to my lips.
“You are,” I whimper through trembling lips.
His tail winds gently around my throat. “Yeeeesssss.”
His cock slides out of me, and using his tail to direct my body, he pushes me sideways and onto my back.
