His posture hunched, his muscles bulged. He licked his lips and ran a hand up my body.
“It’s gonna hurt,” he warned.
I expected as much. His cocks had grown proportionally with his fully feral shift. Taking both would be physically impossible. Even with them separated, it would bea lot.But that was what I wanted. I’d expelled my fear. I’d expelled my rage. I was ready to expel my pain.
“Please, make it hurt.”
He withdrew the black pulsing vines that wrapped around his lengths. They separated into two distinct halves.
I expected his head to disappear between my thighs like it usually did. Instead, he crawled over my body, two arms pinning themselves on either side of my head while the other two lifted my legs to his hips.
He was going in without any preparation other than the excitement I’d dripped during our foreplay. I suppose that made sense with my request.Make it hurt.
“You’re mine, Vivian,” he growled as he shoved a cock all the way inside of me in one ruthless thrust. “Nobody else gets to frighten you. Nobody else gets to feel the bliss of your rage. Nobody else gets to hurt you. Your anguish belongs to me and me alone.”
My back arched and I screamed at the intrusion. My insides ached, my thighs wanted to spread further to ease the discomfort, but he pinned them tight against his sides. All I could do was sink my nails into whatever flesh they met. I scratched at his scars, digging for blood but never breaking the skin.
“See, even without preparation your cunt swallows my fully engorged, feral cock. Because it was made to take it. It’s hungry for me.” Unmoving, he watched as I writhed and clawed beneath him.
I eventually stilled and looked down between my thighs. My full stomach blocked the view at this angle, but his second cock rested on top of me, showing me exactly how deep he was buried.
“Fuck,” I breathed, resisting the urge to adjust. I wanted to feel how intensely intrusive every inch was.
He slowly withdrew, the girthy middle of his length petting every inch of me on its way out. Soon only the head remained. My sensitive flesh tingled in response to the velvety tip.
“Scream for me, darling. Let me hear how intense it is having my cock buried inside of your sacred body.”
He didn’t have to ask. His back bowed as he pushed back in, and I couldn’t be silent if I tried. If anybody else was searching for me in these woods, they’d knowexactlywhere to find me. I dared them to try interrupting this man as he fucked his mate.
He pumped in and out repeatedly, slowly picking up speed. I kicked my feet against his hold, but his grip was iron. My hands scrambled for purchase of something and found his other cock to hold onto for dear life. I gripped it tight with interlocking fingers, and it stroked within my fists while he fucked me. Precum leaked onto my stomach. I couldn’t look away, knowing my view was exactly what he was doing to my insides.
My core was tightening what little it still could as my orgasm started to build. The additional tightness only made the sensation that much more overwhelming. One of his hands palmed my breast, a grooved thumb stroking over my nipple. His eyes were clenched closed in bliss, his brows furrowed between his horns, his lips parted and panting. Truly feral.
I gifted him my loudest scream yet as my orgasm crashed through me, my pussy pulsing around his inhuman girth. He held still and groaned, relishing the sensation of his cock being squeezed while I came in fluttering waves.
“Should I make this more intense?” His eyes opened to watch my face as I came, the back of his hand stroking my cheek.
“More intense?”Literally how?
He slipped out of me, his cock shiny from my cum. I stared in appreciation until he scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder like I was a damn sack of potatoes. The alcove grew distant as he walked us to… the edge of the field?
Wheat tickled my nose as it brushed past his waist. “What are you doing?!” I asked.
“Not getting you pregnant,” he replied, laying me on the outside of the border. “It may not be a good time to discuss making younglings together.” He was towering over me as I propped myself up, my elbows pressing into clover. “But I fully intend to breed my female properly.Now roll onto your stomach.”
I did as he said, shifting to my belly. He wrapped an arm below my hips and lifted them. As much as I enjoyed watching him while on my back, the idea of him stroking deeper in this position made my pussy pulse. Hehadsuggested making this more intense. This made sense.
His warm palm rested on my lower back. I had a moment to catch my breath, then felt the slippery tip of a cock press against the ring of my ass, the other nestled within the lips of my pussy.
“Wait, Theo—” I panicked. I’d never done anything with…that.
He reached under me and pet my clit, and my body relaxed in response as his tip pressed against my tight hole. He was still so slippery from when I came on him, I worried if I wasn’t careful, he’d slide right in. My stomach fluttered.
“Every part of you is mine, Little Goddess. But if you aren’t ready to be entirely defiled, you need only say.”
Why did that make it sound more appealing? This was wrong—very wrong—but the blasphemy was so tempting as he probed me. Another outlet to purge my anxiety and pain. My heart was racing again, and I wanted to give it something safe to overcome. His other cock poised between my lips was tempting me to lean back and be filled. Would it be so bad to betwiceas filled?
I looked over my shoulder at him, seeing his length disappearing between my cheeks. The view was dangerously seductive. His leg extended behind him, his strange new joint poised for pushing forward—into me. His expression was cold, hungry as he waited for an answer. Black eyes still unblinking.
