Chapter 16
YELENA
The neurons of my mind stop firing when his hands tighten on my hip and my throat, pinning me against his muscled, naked body, and my mind goes blank.
I’ve always been acutely aware of the size difference between us. But now, with my frame imprisoned by his, I truly realize how much bigger than me he is.
His hand feels like it could completely encircle my neck. His thick, muscled arms could do the same to my torso.
But then he moves his hips again, grinding them against my ass and then slowly drawing them back, and a whimpered moan tumbles from my lips.
It’s not just his hands and arms and body that are huge.
With a low growl, Achilles thrusts his hips forward again. My mouth falls open as my gaze drops down my naked body. Then my eyes go wide as his huge, thick, veined cock glides over my spread-open pussy from behind and pokes out from between my legs.
Holy fuck.
My jaw drops even more as the moonlight from outside gleams across Achilles’ enormous erection, proudly straining out from between my thighs.
That’s impossible.
My brain refuses to believe that what I’m looking at is real.
I’ve seen a grand total of two penises in person before: one in high school, which belonged to a nice enough but fumbling guy I briefly dated before leaving for college that was…
well, a penis. Then Kyle's this summer, but it was barely above flaccid.
I’ve watched porn, which are obviously bigger than my real-world examples.
But then there’s this. And for the first time ever, I fully understand the difference between the various words people use to describe male genitalia.
I’ve seen a penis before. I’ve seen dicks online.
The thing slowly thrusting between my spread legs from behind is a cock.
There’s no other word for it.
Achilles’ lips brush over my earlobe as he draws his hips back and then thrusts forward again, making my breath catch. Another shattering, whimpered moan tumbles from my throat when the top length of his fat cock glides between my lips, the swollen head bumping over my clit.
It’s glistening wetly in the moonlight, and I realize with a groan as I watch a bead of precum drip from his swollen head that it’s a combination of us.
“You haven’t answered my question, little prey,” he growls into my ear, making me shudder. "Were you thinking about me?"
He slowly rolls his hips back and forth again, and another whimper hums in my throat when his swollen head nudges over my throbbing clit again.
His fingers around my throat splay wide, three of them and his thumb staying wrapped around my windpipe as his index finger glides over my chin and drags across my bottom lip.
“I—”
My words cut off as his hand slides from my neck to my tits, cupping them and rolling a tight pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger, still wet from my lip. A broken cry wrenches from my throat, my thighs shaking as he grinds his cock between my legs again.
“I certainly hope so,” he murmurs into my ear. “Because if it was anyone else, I would be forced to find them, cut them from throat to balls, and fuck you in their blood while they die slowly, the last thing they see being concrete proof of just how mine you are.”
Holy fuck.
I’ve danced along the edge of his crazy before. Dipped my toes into it. Even allowed myself the dangerous thrill of teasing myself with it.
But this is diving headfirst into the deep end of his darkness.
And it’s disturbing how much the thought turns me to liquid fire.
Achilles pushes his cock through my legs again, the veined, silky steel of the shaft brushing against my inner thighs. His swollen head lodges against my opening for a moment, and my eyes flare as my breath catches viciously.
Achilles chuckles darkly.
“Not yet, little prey,” he murmurs into my ear. “When I take this virgin pussy for the first time, your pulse will be racing much faster than this. You’ll be sweating, and out of breath…”
I cry out when his teeth sharply nip the side of my neck just as he cups one of my breasts and roughly pinches the nipple.
“You’ll be my prey when your virgin blood soaks my cock, baby.”
His fingers tighten on my hip, and he grunts as he rams his cock forward. I cry out as the bulging head slides through my slick lips with a wet squelching sound. It bumps over my swollen clit again, and I feel myself pushing back against him.
Rolling my hips.
Meeting his thrusts.
Wanting this with a hunger I’ve never felt before.
“Mmm, such a messy pussy,” he growls. “Did your slutty hole get all wet and drippy thinking about me chasing you through the woods?”
He starts to thrust a little faster, his head dragging back and forth over my clit.
“Did you imagine running from me, knowing I’d catch you?
Knowing I’d get you on your hands and knees in the dirt and tear your fucking panties off so I could stuff this fat cock in your wet, greedy cunt?
Did you rub your soaking pussy fantasizing about bleeding all over my cock as I take what’s fucking mine? ”
Oh my God.
It’s almost too much. The heat of his body and the sizzle of his skin against mine.
The rough tone of his filthy words pouring into my ears like the sweetest sin.
The sheer size of this massive fucking cock as he drags it back and forth against my pussy, his muscled hips hitting my ass with a slapping sound.
It’s simultaneously too much, and not enough.
Like I’m drowning but thirsty, wanting more more more fucking MORE.
“Make no mistake, baby…” Achilles rasps into my ear.
His hand slides over my hip to my belly, drifting lower until his big fingers slip to either side of my pussy. He spreads them, opening me up as he roughly thrusts his cock between my thighs again, giving more access to my aching clit as I drip all over him.
“I will be fucking you, and taking your pussy for the first time. I’m going to take all your pretty holes, little prey, until they’re all dripping with my cum.”
Oh God…
Flashbacks of porn I’ve watched and books I’ve read involving huge cocks pushing into tight, forbidden places swim through my head. My body trembles, my legs shaking as my fingers vainly claw at his hands and muscled forearms.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps into my ear. “I think you like the idea of my big cock claiming every hole you have. Your pussy gets even wetter just thinking about it. Your slutty cunt drips all over my dick like a greedy little whore when you think about me stuffing my fat cock up your tight little asshole. Or fucking your mouth until your makeup, your tears, and my cum all run down your face.”
Whatever filthy books I’ve read, or thirst trap MaskToks I’ve watched, or X-rated porn I’ve consumed…we’ve officially left them all in the dust.
I can’t speak or even move with the way he’s got me pinned so tightly against his body—one hand spread across my hip and my pubic bone, the other mauling my breasts as he fucks his huge cock between my thighs.
All I can do is stare down at my trembling, pale body, my eyes bulging in awe and ecstasy as I watch his glistening wet cock thrust out from between my thighs over and over, faster and faster, as the pressure builds deep in my core.
His teeth rake over my throat, his fingers pinching my nipples as he starts to yank my hip back to meet his vicious thrusts.
The world starts to blur at the edges.
My face caves in delirious ecstasy.
My mouth opens in a silent scream as my core becomes a ball of pure energy.
“Now be a good girl and let your pretty pussy come all over my cock, baby.”
Oh fuck.
A guttural scream chokes in my throat as my entire body spasms and twitches violently. The orgasm detonates deep inside me, exploding out through my limbs and forcing my eyes wide open as I come hard.
Harder than I ever have before.
I cry out, sobbing in pleasure as my entire body collapses in on itself. One orgasm immediately rolls into another, until I’m just coming and coming and coming all over his gorgeous, huge cock as it pounds between my thighs.
Achilles grunts, grabbing my hip and slamming his hips against my ass. I look down in delirious pleasure, moaning when I see the slick, glistening cock thrusting between my legs suddenly start to jerk.
Thick, white ropes of cum explode from his swollen head. I moan, writhing against him as they land hot and sticky across my stomach and thighs. Another thick strand splatters my tits and over my stomach and pussy, until I’m covered in his cum as he slows to a stop.
Reality has left the building.
I’m trembling, shaking, clinging to his forearms as I try to suck in air.
My body tenses as Achilles slowly slides his cock from between my thighs.
I collapse onto my back, quivering, breathing heavily, my vision swimming.
Achilles' thighs go to either side of my torso.
Holy shit.
He’s not done.
My eyes snap open as his fingers slide into my hair and wrap it in a fist. His cock, still thick and very hard, bobs glistening in front of my face.
A strand of sticky white cum slowly drips from the hole at the tip and lands between my tits.
My gaze drags up his grooved, chiseled body, over his muscles and tattoos, and up to those dark devil eyes.
“Good girls clean up their messes, little prey.”
I freeze.
I know what he wants me to do. I just…
After what happened this summer, I don’t know if I can. I’d only tried giving head once before that time, and it was a bit of a disaster. Then with Kyle…
Well, that was horrible. Obviously.
But now here I am, with Achilles straddling my chest, his thick cock right in front of my face.
I’m ready for the panicked anxiety of the moment going to shit when he realizes I literally cannot do this.
But then his hand slowly drops to my throat, and his fingers wrap around it.
…And something clicks.
He’s not forcing me, or pushing me past a line, or making me do anything I don’t want to do.
That hand around my neck feels like an anchor rather than control. Safety.
I don’t realize I’m opening my mouth until it’s stretched wide, my eyes unblinking and locked with his as my tongue reaches out.
Achilles groans.
“Fuck, baby.”
He leans forward, and I shiver when I feel the hot, silky-steel hardness of his cock pry my lips wider apart as he pushes inside my mouth.
Heat blossoms deep in my core. I whimper softly, my tongue swirling around his swollen head, tasting his cum and mine together.
I moan a little louder, trying to open my jaw even wider to take more of him. Achilles’ dark eyes flash with wild possessiveness. His hand in my hair tightens as he rolls his hips back, then pushes them forward again.
Wet glucking sounds fill the room as he starts to shallowly fuck my mouth. I whimper around his cock, sucking on his head and tonguing the slit as he begins to thrust harder, a little faster and a bit deeper into the back of my mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, his muscles rippling. “You’re taking my cock like such a good girl.”
God above.
I’ve read a thousand fictional men saying those words to a thousand fictional women. And yeah, I always got why it was hot…
But never like I do right now.
Not with his hands around my throat and tangled in my hair as he starts to fuck my face.
My hands go to his hips, my fingers digging into the muscled grooves. I moan louder, whimpering, pulling him closer, coaxing him to go deeper.
Harder.
Rougher.
Make me take it all.
Make me choke.
Make me yours.
I don’t say those things out loud. But when I look up at him and our eyes lock, I see that throb of control and slight flicker of darkness in his gaze, and it turns me to putty.
“Open your whole fucking throat, baby,” he growls. “Let me see you swallow my big fucking cock like a good girl.”
He starts to thrust harder and deeper.
I choke and sputter, but keep going.
Keep yanking his hips toward me.
Keep my eyes locked on his.
Achilles leaves one hand tangled in my hair as he starts to fuck my mouth. The other one reaches behind him. I moan when I feel him drag two fingers up my slit and curl them deep inside. He starts to stroke in and out, his palm grinding against my clit as he tightens his grip on my hair.
His hips pump faster, harder. His cock begins to swell as the pressure between my legs surges.
I choke as he goes even deeper but I don't stop, not caring about the drool and precum dripping down my face. Not caring that the mascara I didn't wash off is trickling down my cheeks as I eagerly take his cock down my throat.
His fingers plunge into me, his palm grinding my swollen clit until suddenly, my legs start to shake as a high, whimpered whine builds in my throat.
With a growl, Achilles starts to fuck my throat wildly as his fingers plunge into me. I can’t hold back anymore.
I cry out around him, moaning and drooling as my pussy floods his fingers with my cum. Achilles groans, pulling his cock from my mouth with a wet plop. He wraps his fist around it, stroking as I stare at him open-mouthed.
Cum spurts from his swollen head, splattering hot and sticky across my cheeks, my nose, my lips, into my mouth and across my tongue. I moan, my mouth still wide and my tongue out as Achilles' dark eyes blaze into mine, his hand stroking his cock as his cum coats my face and my tits.
I’m barely aware of him climbing off me, or of my body collapsing into the sheets, my eyelids suddenly so heavy I can barely keep them open. Achilles leans over me, his fists on either side of my head and his eyes blazing as his mouth hovers an inch above mine.
He cups my jaw, angling my face to his.
Time freezes.
Then suddenly, he’s kissing me.
The world stops turning. Everything else fades away as Achilles ignores the cum all over my mouth as he crushes his lips to mine and claims them.
His kiss is annihilation.
Subjugation.
An all-consuming conquest that turns me to liquid fire and shatters me.
A broken whimper tumbles from my throat as he pulls away, his teeth raking over my bottom lip and pulling on it before letting it slip from his mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
His eyes gleam.
“Next time, maybe you’ll be brave enough to walk into the woods,” he growls. “Maybe we'll find out what it takes for you to say that safe word.”
Then he’s gone, like a shadowy wraith.
Like a lingering dark fantasy and beautiful nightmare all wrapped up together, leaving me trembling as the darkness swallows me whole.