“No. Please.” I cry out at the genuine pain that spreads like wildfires inside me. It quickly dissipates, leaving my cunt pounding and eager for his cock. Tears flow from my eyes. Most of this is show, but some is honest.
He releases my nipples and grips my hip. The head of his cock presses against my entrance as he moves it into position.
“No. Please. Don’t!” I cry out, proud of the fear I’m showing on my face.
Gripping the rail, Tynan slams his full length inside me at once. The slap of his skin fills my ears as his stones and thighs strike my body.
I scream, letting my face twist in agony.
“Holy thrix!” he shouts, over my cries of pain.
The deep penetration was a shock to be sure, and I do my best to play up the suffering.
“She is—shewas—most definitely a maiden,” Tynan says through gritted teeth. “I felt her break, and she’s as tight as a fist clamped around me.”
“Please, stop,” I cry out. “It burns. It stings. You’re hurting me.”
I let tears stream down my cheeks. These women don’t need to know they’re partly an act and partly tears of joy at feeling Tynan inside me again. Not to mention tears to process all that’s happened.
My body has barely adjusted to his abrupt penetration when Tynan starts rigorously pumping. He tugs back on the rail to deepen each drive, and each one hits as deeply as any of his have in the past. My cries of pain turn to moans, but I catch myself in time, twisting my expression and screaming as if I’m in pain.
It’s been a long time since we’ve been together—even longer for him—and I can’t help but think back to the fast and furious fuck Tynan and I had after the first time we were separated.
This time, Tynan paces himself better. After several more hard slams, he moves inside me more gently.
“No need to go easy on her, Your Highness,” says one of the mistresses. “She must be prepared to face the demands of her future duties, serving Othrix.”
Tynan growls. “Believe me, I don’t plan to make any part of thiseasy.” He pushes deeply inside me, then bends over and takes my breasts in his hands. Folded over me, his hips rock, creating some friction as his fingers fondle and twist my breasts, pinching my nipples and tugging at my sensitive flesh.
It feels amazing. Beyond amazing. Trying to hide my enjoyment, I squeeze shut my eyes and cry out, begging for mercy.
“Open your eyes, girl!” one of the mistresses shouts. “If you close them tomorrow, you’ll suffer grave consequences.”
“I’ll make sure she suffers those consequences, now.” Tynan pulls out and spanks me again, heating my ass cheeks until they match how hot I am inside my cunt. The smacks sting, but he’s doing his best not to actually hurt me.
Then he finds and fondles my button.
“Do you feel this, princess?” His voice is cruel. “Answer me!”
I nod, trying not to squirm.
“Does it feel good when I touch you here?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Don’t lie to me!”
I nod as much as I can within my constraints, trying to fight against my rising peak.
“It won’t feel good for much longer,” Tynan growls. “I plan to rub and pinch this sensitive button so hard and for so long, you’ll wish you were dead.”
He gently squeezes my button.
I cry out, as if the agony is intense. As if I can’t stand it. As if it’s the worse pain I’ve ever suffered, when in truth I’m nearing a climax.
One hand still fondling my button, Tynan spanks me with his other palm. A climax strikes. I scream as my entire body vibrates with intense convulsions, my cunt squeezing around nothing, desperate to be filled.
I channel my desperation into my voice, making my cries sound like pain. To be honest, I’m not certain whether there’s much difference between pain and pleasure at this moment, or whether these women could tell the difference in my voice.
