He strokes the curvature of her back before he grips her waist and slams into her so intensely that the entire cot shutters across the wet ground of his tent. His primal noises beckon goosebumps over her back while he wrecks her core.
If the Sigvid who venerated her womanhood with his tongue gave her the most powerful release of her life, this one loathed Avina as his adversary. Every thrust, every grunt, every pull of her curls is pure unadulterated hate.
He slows his momentum but stays sheathed in her. She can hear him rummaging, and the sound of his axe blade scraping against the side of the cot makes her squirm.
“There’s nothing quite like watching you struggle in my grasp.” His left hand cradles her neck while the cold steel tickles her shoulders. “I cannot allow you to run away again. You leave me no other choice. I must mark you.”
“Mark me?” Her lips quiver. He cannot possibly mean what she thinks he does.
“I will ensure everyone knows who you belong to.” Hips continue their chaotic rhythm as he still takes her from behind. The pressure of his rigid form keeps her pinned under his chest. He clutches her bound wrists in his merciless grasp and poises the tip of his axe over her left forearm.
Oh Goddess, no!
She screams as the sharpened tip tears against her skin until a jagged, three-stroked ‘S’ bleeds over his hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare, you Beast!” Adrenaline pulsates through her veins, and her breathing catches in her throat.
He does not respond to her panic and continues to slice an ‘I’ and then a ‘G’ into her flesh.
Tears of pain drip onto her arm, swirling with the bloody artwork he is gouging into her skin. Despite his erratic pounding, she grinds her teeth to keep from cumming on his cock.
How can this feel pleasurable?
“I hate you! You Goddess damned psycho!” The words are savage even if her fleshy walls massaging his cock are stoked by his axe, like dry kindling to a blazing inferno.
Sigvid slides the blade along her jaw, tilting her chin upward. “Watch your perfect fucking mouth.”
He resumes his delicate carving of the ‘V’ in his name. “Your Goddess cannot stop me. There is no use invoking her name.” The second ‘I’ is brief, leaving her breathless, and finally, the ‘D’ she takes with a heightened composure as if body mutilation is a common act she subjects herself to.
When he finishes, she twists her head to watch in horror as he licks her blood clean off the blade. He savors her blood with a primal grunt.
At last, he drops the weapon to the ground. She feels her heart restart, only for him to resume his assault on her wetness, causing the cot to recommence sliding across the ground.
“Why did you do this?” She cries no longer from the pain as the wounds are numb.
Only her fury remains at not only enjoying his sick carving session but that he forced her into heightened arousal so powerful that sheneeded to stop the climax of several orgasms. Never in her life has she twisted her mind to halt her sexual relief.
But she will be damned if she gave him the satisfaction of knowing she enjoyed it.
“You tried to run from me. Attempted to die to get away.” He bites her neck, his tone eerily calm, considering what he did moments ago. “I cannot allow this, little Queen, and if you manage to escape my grasp, everyone must know you belong to me.”
“I will never belong to you. You’re a heartless Beast.” She spits.
“You misunderstand.” His lips press against her temple. “I will repeat this process until my name scars your flawless skin. And until you cannot escape my mark on your life. No other man, woman, or god awaits you. I will never let you go.”
He brushes her sweaty hair aside. His lips brush the shell of her ear. “And I have been called worse than a heartless Beast.”
His hand tickles between her legs.
“No.” She whimpers, knowing if he touches her there, she will come undone. His fingertips massage the bundle of nerves of her swollen cunt. She grinds her teeth, urging her body to resist.
“I am impressed you managed to edge that tight pussy while I signed my name in your flesh, little one. For that, I will permit you to cum.” He licks her cheek.
“B-But I don’t want to. Not for you.” She sobs.
“You have no choice. You will cum for me. You will scream my name again. Do you know why, you fucking beautiful slut?”
“W-why?” Her bottom lip quivers.
