Chapter 6 The Man and the Monster #3
When I slumped, cum dripping from my untouched cock, he pressed deep inside me and bit my neck. Had he drawn blood? I hope so. He massaged my aching pectorals and pinched my nipples.
“I’ve waited for you for twenty-five years.
” The next few thrusts got truly painful, my poor nipples felt like he’d tear them off, and I welcomed it because I needed the punishment.
It made me soar. He made me soar. “You’ll love me, and you’ll be faithful and loyal.
A good little omega.” Pausing deep inside my sore guts, he bit me again.
The sting of his teeth on my shoulder sent a fresh wave of lust through my veins.
“I’ll soak you in my cum, bring on your heat, and then I’ll breed you.” His voice caught, rumbling growls warping his next words. “Fill your belly with life and your tits with milk. And then I’ll fuck you when you’re fat with my child.”
The sudden yearning wiped out everything I thought I knew about myself. The vision of my pregnant belly got seared into my brain.
“You want it, don’t you? You want to get knocked up.”
I couldn’t speak, but my animalistic moans must have been clear. My womb felt fucking empty even as he pummeled me like he wanted to kill me with his cock.
“Can’t wait to hear you scream when you give birth.”
Working up the speed again, he gripped me tighter, and his words got choppy. “You’ll stay. Say it.”
“I… I…”
“Say it.”
“I’ll stay!” I wailed the words as another climax took over. Davidson’s cock pistoned in and out of my hole, turning the pleasure into an inferno. Nerve endings I hadn’t even known about joined the storm. Was my body still mine? Didn’t feel like it.
When he finally came, my legs gave out. He lifted me, pulling me off his cock and hoisting me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.
I hung in his hold, my arm swinging and head lolling.
Every cell in my system seemed to buzz and sparkle.
The orgasm refused to fizzle out, and I felt gloriously helpless.
I tried to clench to keep his cum. I wanted it. But I was so fucked out I couldn’t control my muscles. Oily liquid oozed out of me, smearing between my ass cheeks.
He carried me upstairs to the bedroom where he laid me on the dirty sheets.
Wrapping his arms around me, he hummed. I felt raw but so alive.
Fresh layers of cum and slick covered my inner thighs over all the filth still clinging to me since last night.
But I didn’t want to wash it off. Not ever.
He peppered me with kisses—my shoulders, neck, chin, cheeks, and temples.
I couldn’t move my legs to close them. I was stretched out and open, and maybe I’d stay like this forever.
Just a hole, wet and ready for another taking.
The idea of being used shouldn’t have excited me so much, but it did.
My skin was prickling everywhere, even my mouth and tongue.
The mess between my legs felt appropriate. I was stained. Marked as his.
He kissed my lips and grazed them with his teeth, then he licked down my throat to my chest. Slowly, he dragged his mouth to my nipple and closed his lips around the swollen pec.
With long, powerful pulls, he began sucking.
After the cruel squeezes, the gentle suckling made me melt into the mattress.
My hands dove into his hair without my permission.
I combed my fingers through the strands and closed my eyes.
My mind reeled, but then a deep sense of gratitude overshadowed everything else.
I felt good. So good. Sated, warm, wonderfully exhausted.
And the glorious tingling in my pectorals brought a wide, mindless smile to my face.
As far as aftercare went, this was heaven.
Yes, Davidson could do whatever he wanted with me. Fuck me, beat me, suck me dry, or eat me alive. Even get me pregnant. Whatever he wanted.
He can change into a dragon. He is the dragon. My dragon.
Reaching between my legs, he unceremoniously pushed his fingers into my hole.
I was so loose I couldn’t tell how many.
The sucking got more intense, and I stopped caring about anything but the sweet sensations in my chest. How come my body was making milk?
Was it milk? Did it matter? I decided it didn’t.
Davidson liked it, I loved when he sucked it, and that was all.
I massaged his scalp while he drank from my body for ages, switching sides and gulping loudly when he managed to lure enough liquid out of me.
When he finally let go and laid his head on my shoulder, pinning me to the bed with his huge body, my nipples were all drawn out, my pecs throbbing.
He moved his fingers around my rim, then stilled, keeping me plugged.
It was possessive and crude, and I loved it.
“You’re stuck with me, Leo, forever.” He kissed one abused nipple. “But I’ll love you like nobody has ever loved you before. You’ll be a dragon’s treasure.”
From the corners of my eyes, tears ran down my temples while Davidson nuzzled my bruised torso.
Was I this man’s mate for life?
Deep in my heart, I wished it were true. I wished I weren’t hallucinating. I’d dreamed about the dragon since childhood, and with my entire soul I longed for him to truly exist. To choose me.
He’d punish me and keep me in line, fuck me and hurt me just how I needed it. I’d be the perfect mate, the best omega, quiet, obedient, and devoted. I’d love to be his plaything, my hole wet and open for his dick anytime he pleased. I’d serve him, give him beautiful sons, and he’d take care of me.
He’d love me and change me into something more. Someone better.
I fell asleep soiled and sore, with his fingers still inside me.