Chapter 36 Clay #2
I whimper, his words having the desired effect. I press my hand to the unnatural bulge, shaking my head frantically when he begins to move with long strokes, almost withdrawing, then pushing in as deep as he can. My stomach undulates grotesquely, and I can’t look away.
“Why, oh why do you like it so much?” I sob, because it still unnerves me. Human bellies are not meant to move like this. It’s like finding an abnormal growth where before there was smooth skin. Abomination.
“Seeing myself inside you makes me feral. Be good now. Take a deep breath.”
I choke on it when he thrusts harder, and my entire pelvis ricochets with a deep, straining ache.
He stops, and I gulp deep breaths, my eyes closed.
Oh, I’m so tender all inside, but the tenderness has a bite to it, a sort of potential.
Like a sore gum one can’t help but touch with one’s tongue, because there’s a perverted pleasure in the pain.
“Can you feel it?” he asks. “It’s just inside you. Need another inch for it to do its job, but it’s in.”
I am stretched open, my flesh pulsing from the violation. I shake my head, not feeling the knob.
“Need a moment. Please.”
“Of course. Hang on.”
He rolls us until I lie on top of him, and we both cry out from shock. His weight inside me bears on the front of my body now, his cock squished between me and his hard stomach.
“Oh, gods,” I keen, toes curled, body tight.
There is an overwhelming pressure inside me, like I have to release something, and all I need is one little push, just a little friction.
I brace my hands on his ribs and slowly move my hips without lifting myself, because it’s crucial that we’re pressed tight together like so, yes, and all I need are a few thrusts…
“Stop, fuck, you’ll make me…”
But I can’t. With one last clumsy roll of my hips, the pressure lets go, and I cry out, body spasming as wetness gushes from me, a liquid release, just like his. I shake, the waves ripping through me until all of it is spent, and I collapse, barely able to breathe.
“That was stunning, pet,” he says in a low, gritty voice. “Absolutely magnificent.”
I can’t answer him. My body is a boneless heap of twitching muscles stretched beyond human capacity. My pussy clutches him tightly, and even though the pressure has released, I feel another urge tightening my pelvis. If I keep lying on him like this, it will happen again.
“You have to… I can’t… Take another one…”
“There’s another coming, love?” he says, his voice growing deceptively tender. He doesn’t make a move to help me.
“It’s… Oh no… Turn around, or I’ll… So heavy!”
I sob into his chest, and Magnar braces. I shake with relief, but instead of rolling us back, he begins rocking his body. I scream, the pressure tightening like a vise.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
“Mmm, what’s wrong, pet?” he says, so cruelly tender. “Is it coming? Or should I move a bit harder?”
I dig my nails into his sides, knowing perfectly well it won’t stop him. “No! Not harder, no, no, no…”
“So this will do the trick? Tell me, sweetest. Will this make you come just like before?”
He keeps rocking, his cock pressing down and deep, and I wail, writhing helplessly on top of him.
“Yes! It’s coming, oh, I can’t…”
“Poor thing. Do you need to cry? It’s all right if you do. Just need you to come one more time like this, love. Just one more.”
“Why are you doing this?” I sob out, my muscles straining in ways that hurt and exhilarate. Another wave gathers at the base of my spine, and I can only take shallow breaths, my body too tight to allow in more air.
“Because I love you and want you to have lots of nice, squirting orgasms on top of me. Is it much longer? Should I help out? Maybe you’d like a finger in your sweet ass to move things along?”
I gurgle out something, not sure what. The last of my breath leaves me, and the pressure squeezes tight.
My body draws into an arch, everything tight, toes, fingers, jaw, heart pounding.
The moment of agony stretches, then I plunge into the release.
It whirls through me with utter, obliterating violence, and I wet him as I come and come, silent and soaring.
When it’s over, I can’t speak. He rolls us gently and tries to pull out, but doesn’t.
“Huh.”
“Wha… Wha…”
“Shh. It’s all right. You’ve grown very tight, love. You locked me in. I don’t think I can move just yet, or I’ll hurt you. We’ll wait.”
“D-don’t… Turn… Around…”
“I won’t. You’re done for today. You did very well and I’m proud of you.”
“B-but you… Haven’t…”
“We’ll work in that final inch once you relax a little, and I’ll come very fast after that. I mean, I have to breed my wife. It’s the king’s duty. Now breathe, love. You’re all right. Yes? I have you. You’re safe.”
He arches away to look at me, but I mumble out a protest, and he comes back, rolling us to our sides. I wrap my shaky arm around him and press my lips to his skin, tasting sweat and heat, my man. I feel very heavy, yet weightless at the same time. Everything grows blurry.
“Sleep,” Magnar whispers, stroking my hair. “I have you, love.”
I drift somewhere between waking and slumber, my breaths growing slower, deeper. Soon, he rolls us again until I’m on my back and begins rocking gently. Oh, I’m still tight, but he can move within me, though with effort.
“Pretty, pretty wife,” Magnar murmurs, as if to himself. My eyes are closed, and I can’t move a finger. “Yes, so pretty. Keep her relaxed, just like this. Let her dream of something nice and innocent while I make her take it.”
His thrusts are small, and he stays mostly buried deep within me. I don’t open my eyes, and he’s silent for a while, just rocking, rocking…
“Very good, sleepy girl,” he whispers, slowing down. “I’ll go just a bit deeper now. Here. Slowly… Slowly… Don’t wake her…”
He pushes in, and in, and in. There’s a moment of soreness and impossible stretching, but I am too tired to panic, too heavy to react. Magnar releases a long, controlled breath, and keeps pushing. I stretch more. He curses, opens my leg wider to the side, hot hand on my thigh.
“Yes. Fuck. Yes. Taking my knob. Good girl.”
He rocks me with stronger thrusts, and I feel it now, a hard, throbbing protrusion massaging the front side of my pussy. My muscles tighten, heat gathering there. It’s impossible I’ll come again, so I simply let it all happen, all that weight forced inside pressing me into the mattress, into rest.
“I knew you could,” he whispers harshly, breaths growing ragged. “See? Perfect wife for me. All it took was some lubrication, a few orgasms, the best fucking sex of my life. So worth it. Fits me so well. Let’s see if I can… Oh fuck. Ha, slow down. Let her sleep.”
He lays his palm on my belly, heavy and warm, and everything grows tighter, the friction bordering on unbearable.
I realize I’m careening into another orgasm, and I can’t stop it.
Moans pull from my throat, and Magnar shushes me time and again, but he’s not coherent anymore, mumbling things in his language. His thrusts grow faster, more violent.
My spine snaps into an arch as I come in rigid silence, and he swears loudly. Every flex of his hips rocks me whole until he stills deep inside, throbbing. We’re groin to groin, pressed tightly together with not an inch of space between us. He did it.
Made me take him whole.
“Are you awake, pet?”
“Mmm.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“Nnnn… Not… Yet.”
A sharp breath. A moment of silence.
“Then promise me you will.”
“Mmm. Yes. I will.”
“That’s good enough for now.”