Page 21 of Snatched By the Scarecrow

He batters into my throat, and it isn’t long until my nose bumps his knot, the cool metal of my septum piercing indenting our skin. He holds me down on it, and I can’t breathe, my nose sealed by the swollen flesh and his cock filling my mouth and throat. I’m completely at his mercy, but I don’t feel afraid. I just want more.

I flex my hands on his hips and go to a place in my head where I’m floating, allowing myself to become his willing doll. A body for him to use, fuck, and keep forever.

He pulls me back by my hair just when my lungs burn, and my vision swims. I gasp in a long breath, my spit mixed with his precum dripping from my mouth and off the head of his cock. He checks me over, and my heart swells that he obviously cares enough to make sure I liked what we’d just done.

I stare up at him with stars in my eyes. I’m positive I’m a mess. No doubt my black eyeliner and mascara are smudged under my eyes from the tears that have fallen.

He presses his thumb to my lips, and I open again for him. He feeds me his cock and the process starts over. Silas fucks my mouth, his grunts of pleasure only serving to make me more wet. I don’t know how long this continues, but my throat is raw, and my face and chest are soaked from tears and spit by the time he holds my cheeks in his hands, kneeling on the ground in front of me, so he can look into my eyes.

He’s silent as he guides me back on the ground, his massive body hovering over me. It’s darker down here, and I feel as if we’re in a cocoon; just the two of us surrounded by mother nature, on a night where the veil is the thinnest, and the impossible seems possible.

Silas thrusts his cock up through my wetness, the sensation of his shaft over my swollen clit driving me mad with need.

“Are you ready to take me?”

He lazily thrusts up again and I grab his biceps, nodding my head. “Yes, Silas. Please!”

He licks a tear from my cheek. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Say you want to be filled by me. Bred by me. To take my seed so deep inside your womb, that you’ll never be free of me.”

That damn textured cock slides right over my clit again, and I push my hips upward. Wanting him so badly it hurts.

“Silas,” I moan. “Please, I want it all. Everything. I told you everything.”

He growls. “Then everything you will have, mate.”

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I scream with pleasure as Silas plows into me, not stopping until I’m full, his knot bumping against my opening. My pussy stretches to accommodate his girth, and while it should hurt, it doesn’t.

“Made for me,” he growls.

I find purchase by holding on to his back, nails digging into his supple but unyielding shoulders as he braces above me. He’s not completely naked, and his shirt along with the rope belt hangs down off his sides as he teases me with his cock, only moving his hips in shallow thrusts. Each short burst is torture, but the composition of his shaft is like the best dildo on the planet—but it’s real.

I hold him tighter, looking into his hollow eyes, really seeing him. The expressiveness of the burlap, the tilt of his mouth, the jostling of the straw peeking out from beneath the material that makes up the features of his face and under his hat.

His cock throbs, and I squeeze my inner muscles around him. Silas’s mouth parts and he shifts his hips back enough that he slides out to the tip, his broad crown stretching my opening.

“I’m going to give you my knot, eager one. Stretch this cunt so wide you’ll beg for me to stop, until the pleasure takes over and becomes so great, you’ll scream for more.”

“Please, Silas, please!”

“Such a filthy whore for your god.”

“Yes!”

The teasing of his cock stops, and he plunges deep. Thick shaft thrusting in until I feel the head hit my cervix. I scream, holding him so tight I’d draw blood if there was blood to draw. Warmth travels from my feet to the top of my head, and my toes curl against the dirt. I don’t think he can go any deeper until he grunts, and I feel the pressure of his knot against my entrance.

For the first time since I was drugged, I’m afraid. True fear that he was wrong, that I can’t take him. I’m only human, I wasn’t meant to take his knot.

“Shhhh,” he whispers against my ear. “Remember what I said. You can take it.”

His voice is soothing, and I lift my legs until I’ve wrapped them around his waist. I exhale upon his command and the brush of his lips against my forehead, a sweetness I didn’t expect from him easing my tense muscles. He uses that exact moment to punch his hips forward, and I bellow a loud cry. My pussy stretches open and the swollen flesh pushes inside me, creating an ache that’s hard to describe.

I have no time to get used to it though, because it begins to slowly expand. His knot swells larger, and I pull back in fear that I’ll explode. Silas only shushes me again, pushing my thighs open so he can lean back and look down at where we’re joined.