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He swallowed the lump in his throat knowing how much he would miss her touch.

“I was. But you have my full attention now.” He set her down. “On your knees, pet.”

Kira looked eager but tired as she lowered herself onto the wet floor.

“Bend forward onto your hands. Good girl.” He knelt behind her, fisting his cock and pumping it several times. His entire body was charged, ready to fuck, bite, and feed. “Now, spread your legs, pet…you know what happens next.”

She did as she was told, spreading her legs and presenting the perfect swells of her ass. She made no protest except to wail like an animal as he forced his fat, heavy cock through the tight pucker of her asshole.

It was just the head of his cock, but it felt so good, and she was already writhing like a bitch in heat.

He held still, enjoying seeing her like this.

“I love your moans,” he said, leaning over her so his chest was flush with her back. He held her throat with one hand while reaching around to cup her pussy. She twitched, and then she squirmed as he inserted his fingers into her pussy, filling both holes at the same time.

His throat rumbled with approval. “I love your tight, wet cunt and the way it yearns for my cock.” He shoved his fingers in deep, an impressive feat given how little room there was inside her. “Can you feel how tight your cunt is with my cock in your ass, pet?”

“Yes, sir,” she exclaimed in a wavering voice.

He wished she could see what he could: the way he had her spread, her tiny asshole stretched impossibly tight around his enormous thickness. His engorged cock was almost purple in shade as it slid in and out of her, invading her ass again and again in torturous strokes.

He relished the way she trembled, and he took her slow and steady, inching his cock in so she could appreciate the full length of him. Each time, he drew out almost all the way, his bulging head stretching and magnifying her poor sphincter, causing her to cry out as her fingernails scraped the tiles uselessly.

“Nathaniel,” she gasped. “It’s too much—”

“Shh.”

He stayed where he was, teasing the deep forbidden space of her ass with tiny thrusts.

The next time he drew out, his cock head forcing her pucker wide, he paused.

“Be ready, pet. I’m afraid this will hurt. But it will feel good for me.”

Without warning, he sheathed himself in one deep stroke with a grunt. Kira’s body jerked forward, eliciting a perfect gasp of pain from her perfect mouth.

Nathaniel didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. He bore down on her, pummelling the depths of her ass the way his father would have, in hard, punishing strokes. And this time, there was no excuse for why he did it.

He was no longer grooming Kira for his father. There was no longer any pretence of training.

He was hurting her because it made him feel good. And bizarrely, Kira wanted him to.

“Moan for me, pet,” he rasped. “Moan for me like a bitch in heat.”

She moaned with pleasure, her throaty cries echoing around the bathroom in an orchestra of noise.

“Louder. Show me what a horny animal you are.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, peering over her shoulder at him. Her normally voluminous hair hung flat in dark wet sheets, and her amber eyes were pure gold now. That was when he noticed the crackling glow of magic shimmering over her body. “I will show you exactly what kind of animal I am.”

He froze.

Did she mean what he thought she meant?

Was she morphing…for him?

Chapter 27

Whipped