This time, he didn’t give her a break as he yanked his second cock free and replaced it with the first and shoved deep. He kept going, recovering and fucking her at the same time. The way his cock thickened and throbbed in the middle not only enhancedher pleasure, but it kept his seed from leaking out even as he thrust inside her wild and strong.
Her voice broke by the third time he came.
Her body broke by the fifth time he came.
She was trembling, mumbling, limp and shaking, as he continued to fuck her. She was a wet, sloppy mess between her legs. She couldn’t hold up her head; her hands and feet were limp. She was a complete mess. But she was still. For the first time, she wasn’t restless.
Vytln finally slowed by the sixth time he came. He didn’t stop. But he moved her with deliberate, sharp, slow jerks. Chuckling as he picked her up and dropped her, forcing her body to fall down his cock. Fucking her with gravity.
“How are you doing, my little pest?” He asked, his tone soft. Tender. Unfamiliar to himself, but it felt as right as the changes that had come over her.
She was not calm. He was not tender. But they were both changed, made different, through this bond he could feel forged between them. Stronger than steel. Hotter than fire. Brighter than a star. Vaster than the black that was their home.
Weak, distant, she let out a soft, uneven chuckle. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. Her skin was covered in a layer of sweat. Her belly and chest heaved with each breath. He could see the dark marks of his teeth, his fingers, his hands all over her. When he looked between her legs, where they were connected, he could see the cooling orange of his cum dying where it had left a mess on the stretched lips of her cunt. The delicate, soft, inner skin was violently red, dark and hot. Abused and sensitive.He brushed his thumb over her overly sensitive clit and she whimpered. Pained and pleasured in equal measure.
“Is it too much, my little mate?” He asked, circling the nub instead.
“Yes-s-s,” she hissed, eyes rolling back.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head quickly. Desperately. “No. Not being done… Please…”
He’d overwhelmed her. But she didn’t want to be done. Yes. She was a perfect mate for him. Because he wasn’t nearly done with her either.
“We won’t be done. Not for a long time,” he promised, reaching up to grab the chain spools. It was time to give those limbs of hers a chance to rest and move her to a new position.
Chapter 26
Haven
How…
How many times…
How many days…
Haven didn’t know how long she had been sequestered in Vytln’s nest anymore. Time was already hard enough to keep track of in space. Artificial lighting was the only way to let your body naturally keep track. But Vytln’s work room never changed. It was always the same lighting in there, so it was always the same lighting in Haven’s nest unless they were turned off.
She couldn’t say exactly how long it had been, but she did know it had been longer than a few days. It probably hadn’t been a tenday – or even a week – but she would only be mildly surprised if that actually was how long it had been.
Rolling over in her messy nest, she smiled and winced in equal measure. She was sore in every part of her body, including inner parts she didn’t thinkcouldbe sore. Muscles that she thoughtwere well developed and strong were crying out in protest at the abuses she had delighted in.
It was like a honeymoon. On steroids.
They didn’t have sexconstantly. But it was a close thing. Vytln left sometimes. To go get food. To do some repairs. To answer a summons from Tanin. He’d lock her back in the trap while he left, but she didn’t mind that. Not just because she knew it wouldn’t be hard to get out if she really tried – not now that she knew how it worked – but because she liked the trap. She was happy in here. Safe. Comfy. And so tired, she didn’t feel the urge to get out and wander around.
Even now, though she was fully awake, totally aware, she was content just… laying there. Not moving. Not thinking. Just happy. This must be what peace felt like. No raging thoughts. No boundless energy. No desperate need to move, to do something, to fix something, to break something, to get away, to change, to-
No. Just… peace.
Her trap had a little bathroom through a hidden door in the back. It also had a little chiller in the floor for food and drinks now. Vytln must have been working on that when she was sleeping between rounds. He wasn’t able to design it just for her when he built it, but now that she was here, he was making it into her home. She could stay here for days without needing to leave if she wished.
And, for the last few days, that’s exactly what she wished.
If ever her thoughts started to re-organize and fuse back into their normal, chaotic jumble, he was back again. Taking her in his arms. Sometimes, chaining her up. Sometimes, binding her in silk. Sometimes, he just used his hands to keep her still andunmoving wherever he wanted her. If he spanked her, she loved it. If he caressed her, she loved it. His two cocks were near constantly demanding her to service them, and she liked being put to use.
Fucked to pieces, then left to slowly coalesce back together.
