“Not yet.” He growls.
He rubs his cock between her slick lips, enjoying the feeling of her wetness. His fingers roam along her shivering side until he meets her neck. Wrapping his rough hand around her column, he squeezes until she inhales sharply. His other hand fondles her breasts before dipping down to her swollen sweet spot.
He slides his member into her wetness from behind while he rubs her plump clit. His hold on her neck tightens until he begins to steal her breath again.
“Oh, fuck!” Her screaming groan rings in his ears and is vicious enough to be heard back in Toftlund.
Tears roll down her cheeks as she sobs his name through her convulsing orgasm.
Her voice wavers over his name as if it pains her to call out for him.
Although he can discern her words, she loses much of her diction. He notices her legs quivering. Soon, she will no longer be able to stand on her own.
“You got off quickly, little one.” He licks the tears from her cheeks. “But I am not done with you yet. We are going to play a game. I am going to continue pleasuring you until you cum for me again and again until you succumb to the darkness.”
He grabs her chin, leaning her head back to tower over her short form. Her gaze meets his with a mixture of fear and arousal.
I did not think this little vixen could arouse me anymore.I did not believe owning her would wreck me like this.
He grunts as the head of his cock strokes along her soft lips before sliding inside her fucking tight cunt. As he pounds against the soft tissue that will push her over the edge, he tickles her clit.
“I want you to finish again, my little Queen.” He nibbles her ear lobe. “Milk my cock with that tight fucking pussy.”
It's not long before her walls collapse around him, melding with her sobs of release. Unintelligible words ramble from her mouth.
Sigvid does not stop his rhythm against the luscious spot up inside. Her sobs hold a cadence of begging, even if her words are nonsensical.
“No, we are not stopping yet.”
He pulls the rope tighter, forcing Avina on her tiptoes. “That is my good whore, I want you screaming.”
He continues to wreck her as hard as he can. His hand constricts on her beautiful neck while his throbbing cock is buried deep at the hilt.
This time, his fingers barely reach her engorged clit before she is trembling against him, crying out as she surrenders to his machinations.
“I am proud of you, my little Queen. Taking everything I can give you. Such a delicious fucking slut.”
She babbles into his chest, leaving tear stains on his black tunic. His lips respond, pressing gently to her sweaty forehead.
“Up, Avina!” His cock resumes the unrelenting thrusts inside her.
He positions himself to watch her expressions shift. Her features scrunch together as sweat trickles over her forehead.
Yes, little one, control the pain.
He dips down, commanding his tongue over her mouth. She gives herself over to the firm possession of his lips. Her feral grunts fill his mouth as she shudders around him again.
That is the loss of all his self-control.
The feeling of this woman falling apart is enough to confound his senses!
He pumps his seed into her, unsure if he will ever stop.
Only when their combined cum drips out her pussy does he remove himself. Stepping away, he sees her eyes are closed, having lost consciousness. Her body leans to the side, losing the ability to hold herself upright.
Immediately, he loosens the rope. His arms cradle Avina’s limp body against his chest as he lays her on the bed. Once he cleans the stickiness between her thighs and returns the rope to his dresser, he sits at her side.
Sigvid watches the slow rise and fall of her chest. Although his drafty home does not disturb him, he still drapes a thick fur blanket over her naked form.
