“But—” I protest even as his words send my desire ratcheting higher.
“If you keep wriggling, I’ll stop,” he says.
Surely he wouldn’t… would he? Then his tongue finds my clit again and I cry out at the pleasure of it.
I’m naked, vulnerable, helpless to do anything but lie here with this huge beast holding my legs apart and licking me with impossibly slow, deliberate, agonizing precision.
I’m so close to coming that my legs are trembling, but every time I’m about to fall over the edge he changes it up, licks around the place where I need him to, or fucks me with his tongue until I’m almost incoherent.
“Fuck… please!” I howl, too far gone to care that I’m begging. He lets go of my ankles, and rears up. “No, wait!” He can’t stop licking me now. He just can’t! I haven’t come yet!
“So bossy. So beautiful.” His gorgeous eyes glow as he tears off the rest of his clothes and reaches for me, flipping me over until I’m lying on my belly, then tugging my thighs apart once more.
I feel the huge, blunt head of his cock being lined up with my sopping hole and gasp, suddenly afraid. He’s never done this without giving me at least one orgasm to loosen me up. What if I can’t take him?
“Lift your hips a little,” he whispers and I find myself obeying automatically, the way I always respond to his commands. Like he’s cast some kind of spell over me.
His hand snakes around my hip and finds my slick pussy, spreading my labia with his index and ring fingers and caressing my swollen, pulsing clit with his middle finger. Instantly, I’m back on the brink of orgasm but then he decreases the pressure, edging me with light, barely there strokes.
“Take it all,” he growls in my ear, rolling his hips until the head of his cock is directly between my folds, “there’s my good girl. You’re so tight… so slick… so beautiful.”
There’s a searing ache in my sex as he enters me, forcing me to stretch impossibly wide around him.
“You can do it,” he coaxes, “just a little more, a little deeper… when I’m all the way in, I’ll give you the release you so desperately need.”
Once again, I’m taken aback by the sheer size of him as he enters me. It hurts—maybe just because he’s big, maybe because I haven’t had an orgasm yet—but the pain is a perfect counterpoint to the tingles of pleasure his fingertip is inducing in my clit.
I’m lying naked, face down on the pillows with my ass in the air, my knees spread wider than they have any right to be. He’s pinning me down with his other hand on the back of my neck, and I can’t escape. I have no choice but to lie here and take it.
Take his impossibly big cock, and the even bigger knot that will follow.
Take the pain he’s dishing out.
And take the orgasm he’s promised me, the one he’s been cruelly denying me this entire time.
As if he heard my thoughts, Bestian bottoms out inside me with a grunt of pleasure. “My perfect little moonflower, being such a good girl,” he whispers. “Are you ready to come for me? I want to feel that tight, slick cunt clenching around my cock…” As he speaks, he increases the pressure on my clit just enough, and that combination sends me hurtling over the edge.
I’ve never felt anything like it. Inhuman, guttural noises are coming out of me as my clit jerks beneath his relentless fingertip, each spasm of ecstasy starting right there and rolling through my entire body. My pussy is rippling uncontrollably, trying but failing to contract around his rigid girth.
“Yes,” he’s still coaxing me, “just like that… keep coming for me, sweetheart. Relax and just let it happen, don’t stop, don’t fight it… Your hot, wet little cunt feels so good clenching around me like that, milking me, I don’t want it to stop until I spill my seed…”
I can’t take it anymore, it’s too much, it feels too good… there’s no way I can keep coming until he comes. And yet I haven’t crested the peak yet, I’m still riding that wave, my entire body rigid beneath him, shuddering, a part of me dimly wondering how in the fuck he can make an orgasm last this long.
“No, please,” I whimper, but my words are muffled by the cushions.
“Almost there, little one,” he croons, his fingertip still moving over my aching, hyper-sensitive clit. “Feel the knot?”
The searing burn of his knot forming, stretching me wider, only serves to increase my pleasure. “Yes,” I moan.
“I’m ready.” His voice is husky, seductive. He’s so in control, while I’m beside myself with the force of this endless orgasm. “I love how responsive you are. How you keep coming when I tell you to, like a good little girl. How you let me use you to milk my cock, your tight, slick pussy squeezing me so hard as you come that I can barely stand how good it feels.”
His words are so naughty and humiliating, my face is on fire even as my pleasure goes up yet another notch.
His hand leaves the back of my neck. He’s leaning down, covering me, his breath hot in my ear. “Almost there, my moonflower, you’re almost ready…”
I’m about to ask him what for when a searing, exquisite pain shoots through the place where my neck meets my shoulder. The pleasure is so intense, my endless orgasm peaks at last and I howl into the pillow, my hopelessly stretched pussy contracting over and over again. With his teeth still embedded in my flesh, Bestian comes with a muffled roar, his cock jerking violently inside me as he floods me with his cum.
When at last he’s spent, he slumps down over me, his huge body heavy against mine. I welcome the touch of his skin. His warmth covering me. I feel light-headed, drowsy, and absurdly happy.
