“Now you’ve come once, that little cunt is going to get sensitive,” he says, still thrusting. “So it’s going to ache with every stroke it takes, isn’t it?”
I am still soaked, but yes, I am sensitive, and every stroke I get feels a little like being punished. Drako has incredible self control. He fucks me for a good fifteen minutes like this, just using my pussy, forcing me to come, and fucking me through it. I shudder and grind my way through three separate climaxes before I start to whimper.
“Oh, the punishment is just getting started,” he says. “You were a brat, and I don’t tolerate being baited. If you want a reaction, you will get one, though, and it will hurt.”
He pulls out of my pussy, spreads my legs, and kneels above me, spanking my pussy with the flat of his hand.
“I’m sorry!” I gasp.
“I know,” he grins down at me, slapping my lips with his fingers again and again. “I can see how swollen and red this pussy is. That’s generally a good indication of how sorry you are. But it’s not going to change the punishment.”
“But…”
“Do you want your pussy spanked? Or your ass fucked?”
“Pussy spanked,” I say quickly.
“One day, I will have your ass. But today, that little cunt is going to be sore for me,” he says, spanking faster and harder, until I yowl in pain.
“Keep your legs open,” he insists, pressing them back open when I try to pull them closed. He aims several swats at my clit, then focuses lower down on my entrance. I writhe about and try to close my legs several times, but Drako has no intention of allowing me to get away with that. He patiently and firmly spreads my legs again and again, spanking me until my pussy is swollen and tender…
And then he fucks me again, gripping my thighs and drawing them up and around his waist, driving his cock down inside me as he lifts my legs up again and then pushes them up toward my chest. The position is exceptionally vulnerable and terribly lewd. My ankles are up near my ears and my pussy is angled up toward his dominating cock in such a spread way that there is nothing to stop him from taking me as long, hard, and deep as he likes.
Drako fucks me until I lose all sense of time, and all sense of place, except for the place I have with him. He breaks down my resistance, uses my rebellion as fuel, and burns through my defiance until I am a whimpering, cum-soaked mess beneath him.
I am aware, faintly, that Thor has come to see what is going on. I think he must have been worried for me when I made all those utterly animal sounds. Drako’s mating made me feel like nothing more than a simple beast, and even now, I am barely human. I am one aching sacrifice having been bred to within an inch of my sanity.
When he knows he has broken me as he meant to, Drako wraps me in his arms and snugs me tight until I start to come back tomyself. It takes what feels like a very long time, sunlight turning golden and starting to fade entirely before cooler air brings me all the way back to myself.
“Hello,” he says as I sit up, then curse. My whole lower region is aching from his lesson.
“Ow,” I complain, lying down because that is safer for my punished flesh.
He smirks at me, and brushes the hair out of my eyes.
“You really like being thrashed and mated,” he says. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to be used like you craved before now. You must have suffered a great many boring fools before me.”
At first I think he’s being an asshole, but then he presses kisses to my cheeks, my lips, and my forehead, treating me with some real tenderness while my pussy aches in the aftermath of his brutal ravaging. He means it.
“Actually, I only slept with Thor before you, and he’s not boring,” I say.
He’s wrong about me.
Isn’t he?
Thor is looking at me with an expression I tell myself I cannot read. I wonder if he thinks less of me, or less of himself. I wonder if I just played right into Drako’s sick little games by rebelling against him and giving him a reason to punish me.
I wonder all this while my body aches and the inner walls of my pussy throb with satisfaction so deep it feels like there is not a drop of unhappiness or anxiety left inside me.
Maybe I do like it.
Maybe that’s basically what Thor was saying too, just in less crass and blunt terms.
Fortunately for me, there’s nothing more exhausting than being fucked into oblivion. Drako carries me back to our little camp, I find my usual place in the crevice in the corner, and I am asleep long before I can consider all the many ramifications of my submission.
CHAPTER 10
We wake up on the second day of our attempt at surviving this hostile world. My body is aching from use, both physical and sexual. Moving makes every one of my muscles protest. I know it will get better once we start moving again, but I wish we didn’t have to move. This feels like a day suited to lazing around in bed, watching old movies. My father had a big collection of them. They’ll be ashes now, along with the rest of his legacy.
