40. Brutal Cock
Nyomi
Fast, he lifted me up.
The world tilted again and all I could do was grab him, arms instinctively clinging to the iron of his shoulders, my legs wrapping tight around his waist.
And then. . .his big, thick cock was inside me.
Slamming.
Brutal.
Punishing.
“Ohhh!” The sound tore from me, sharp and broken, as his cock drove deeper, stretching me wide, splitting me open in savage thrusts.
Kenji roared into my ear, his groan low, furious, wild. “Damn it! Why does your pussy have to feel so fucking good? Why?!”
Every word vibrated through me.
Every rough thrust rattled me down to my bones.
The steam clung thick to us, water running over both our bodies, washing heat into heat.
His cock drove into me with a rhythm that was savage and menacingly desperate, his pierced head dragging fire along my walls with every retreat, pounding harder with every return.
“Oh! Yes!” My voice was hoarse as I dug my nails into his back. “Yes! Fuck me, God, yes—”
“Oh, Tora!”
I rocked with him, hips bucking, thighs clinging, surrendering to every brutal stroke. My moans bounced off the shower walls, my breath tore ragged as he groaned louder, angrier, more undone with every thrust.
Then. . .he pulled out and loudly groaned. “Fuck!!!”
“Ahhh!” I shrieked, the emptiness within my pussy was a violent wound, and before I could even comprehend it and beg for him to come back, his hand was around my throat.
What?!
I widened my eyes as my breath vanished.
He’s choking me. . .
His strong hand was a vice grip around my neck.
I froze in horror.
Wild and full of lust, he stared at me.
Water streaked down his tattooed chest and arms. My pulse pounded against the vise of his grip.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
And then. . .he let go.
Air rushed into me in one desperate gasp. I coughed, moaned, shuddered, clutching him tighter as he leaned close, his lips dragging fire across my ear. “Do you like that?”
Still grasping at breaths, I panted. “Y-yes.”
“I would give you a safeword,” he pecked at my bottom lip. “But right now. . .I’m too far gone to be safe with you.”
What?!
And then he slammed his cock back inside me.
Hard.
Deep.
Ruthless.
“Ohhh God!” My voice echoed against tile as his cock split my pussy apart.
His pace was relentless.
A savage rhythm between punishment and bliss, his cock slamming into me like thunder, his body crashing down like a storm I couldn’t outrun. Every thrust split me wider, deeper, dragging the sweet burn of his piercing across my walls, a constant friction that made me sob and moan at the same time.
It hurt.
God, it hurt.
The sharp stretch, the bruising pace, the raw ache building between my thighs—it all should’ve broken me.
But then came the pleasure.
Dark.
Twisted.
Holy.
The sting of his thrusts blurred into sweetness.
Every violent slam ricocheted into my clit.
Every grind sparked lightning through my belly.
Ravishing pain bled into hot ecstasy until I didn’t know which one I was crying for, only that my pussy choked around his cock like it needed this brutal agony to live.
My head fell back against the stone, mouth open in a silent scream as heat coiled tighter, tighter—so close, so dangerously close to snapping.
My orgasm hovered at the edge, clawing for release.
So fierce.
So desperate.
So ready to end it all for that explosion of ecstasy.
And right when I thought it couldn’t get any better, couldn’t get any darker—his hand tightened on my throat again.
Oh!
The air vanished.
There was no more oxygen.
The world spun.
And oh God—this feeling.
Terror and bliss crashing together, the dizzying loss of breath while his cock ravaged me deeper, harder, like he was fucking the air right out of my lungs.
The lack of oxygen sharpened every sensation—his piercing dragging fire inside me, his hips pounding me to ruin, his cock owning every nerve, the deranged lust blazing in his eyes.
I convulsed.
My body shook violently.
My muscles spasmed in helpless pleasure.
My pussy clamped down around his cock in frantic, shameful flutters, begging, milking, so addicted already.
It was too much.
It was everything.
His cock, his grip, his hunger—they didn’t just fuck me.
They rewrote me.
And then, with a guttural groan, he released my throat again.
Air slammed back into my lungs at the same moment he pulled his cock out, leaving me gasping, trembling, and sobbing at the loss.
“Fuck!” His voice cracked through the steam. “Fuck!”
Air seared my lungs as I gasped in the shower spray, my chest heaving.
And. . .if someone had asked me what my name was in that moment. . .I wasn’t sure I would have an answer. That was how far he’d taken me.
I blinked, trying to gather thoughts.
He kissed me—wild, crushing, wet—and I tasted my blood on his tongue.
It had my head spinning even more, spiraling in lust.
“I don’t want to cum, Tora,” he groaned against my mouth. “I fucking want to hurt you for hours, but your pussy is so wet, so tight, so fucking good. My cock. . .God, my cock is so ready.”
I grabbed his face, panting, trembling, body broken wide open. “Cum in me.”
“I’ll cum, Tora.” He groaned, feral, demented, and shattered. “But, not until you cum first.”
And then his cock was inside me again.
Driving.
Pumping.
Every thrust harder.
Every pierced stroke burning my walls raw.
Every slam a brand.
His hand clamped my throat again, stealing my breath, dragging me deeper into erotic oblivion as his cock filled me to ruin.
Water streamed down us.
Helpless and fully surrendered, I rocked with him, not even trying to struggle for oxygen.
Dear God, I trusted him. I knew he would let go when I needed him to. Knew I was safe in his hold, even if he fucked me to the breaking point.
Our bodies were in perfect rhythm, my hips matching his brutal thrusts.
There was no other existence, no war, no island, no nothing. It was only the pulse of his cock, the grip on my throat, the fire of his bite still burning at my neck.
The coil inside me snapped taut,
tighter,
tighter,
until. . .
he released my throat.
The second my lungs pulled in a desperate breath, I fragmented into pieces that I wasn’t sure could be put back together by his hands or mine.
“Ohhh Kenji!” This earth-shattering orgasm ripped through me violent, electric, drowning my body in the shower spray as my pussy clamped and spasmed around his cock, milking him, claiming him back.
“Fuck!” Kenji roared as he came with me, his cock jerking inside my pussy, his hips violently grinding deeper into me.
I felt his orgasm—hot, thick, flooding me in punishing spurts, every drop branding me from the inside out.
His release came hard, heavy, savage, like his body had been waiting for this moment forever.
And still he thrust.
Each brutal slam drove his cum deeper, forcing my pussy to clutch tighter, squeezing him, draining him until we were both shuddering messes.
I could feel every pulse of his cock, every wave of his climax shooting inside me, colliding with my own orgasm until there was no line between his release and mine—just one molten explosion of erotic devastation.
“Ohhhh!” I writhed in his hold, my legs locked tighter around his waist, dragging him closer, anchoring him to me. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Kenji groaned into my ear, low, feral, every thrust punctuating his words. “You’re the one, Tora. Fuck. . .you’re the only one.”
My pussy spasmed around him like it wanted to drink down every drop.
He shoved harder, his forehead pressed to mine, his eyes dark and blazing. “You’re the only one who’s supposed to take my seed. The only one who’s supposed to give me twins.”
My scream broke into a sobbing moan.
Those damn words detonated inside me, making my fading climax stronger and twist tighter, sharper.
“No one else,” he groaned, his hips crashing into mine, cock still ungodly spilling hotter, harder. “Ffffuckkk. . .you’re the one who should carry my child, Tora. You’re the only one.”
Ohhh God.
The savage claim struck deeper than his cock, cutting through bone, through soul. Another orgasm exploded in me all over again, harder than the first, shattering me into convulsions I couldn’t stop.
Oh God! What is this?!
My pussy seized around him, pulsing, choking, desperate to hold him, to keep his cock, to keep all of his cum inside me.
He slammed into me again, his thrusts messy now, undone, his groans breaking against my skin. “This pussy. . .fuck. . .it was made to crown me a king. To put my son on the throne.”
Not understanding all this insane pleasure, I helplessly moaned, body thrashing, my walls wringing him tighter, my release flooding so hard it felt endless.
His words painted fire through my blood, through my womb, through the bite on my neck. “Oh, Kenji!”
My nails clawed down his back, my cries tangled with the crash of water, the slap of his hips, the guttural roar of his release.
His final thrusts were brutal, punishing, claiming, forcing the last remnants of his cum deeper, grinding until I thought he had actually carved his heir into me right then and there.
And when he finally collapsed against me, chest heaving, cock still twitching inside my wrecked pussy, he whispered against my bitten skin, and his voice was a broken growl of devotion and ruin. “I should kill her. . .Kiko. . .I should end this question of paternity. . .with a knife. . .or a gun.”
I shivered. “Y-you can’t. . .”
“I should. . .just to make sure you are the one. Just to guarantee it.”
My pulse picked up because I knew if I agreed. . .he would do it. And. . .that wasn’t me no matter how much I didn’t like that she was pregnant by him.
I shivered.
My voice came out shaky. “I would never. . .forgive you. . .if you killed a pregnant woman.”
His body tensed against me.
“Kenji. . .those twins. . .are innocent.”
Silence rose around us.
He still had me in his grip under the warm down pour of the shower. His cock was still deep inside me. His cum was now dripping out of my pussy. His face was still right against mine. “Tora. . .I’m the Dragon. Sometimes there’s flames. Sometimes people burn.”
“Not this time.”
“Those twins better not be mine because if they are. . .”
My breath hitched.
He didn’t finish the sentence, and I had so many questions that I was terrified to ask. The weight of those unspoken words hung in the steam like a sharp blade dripping with blood.
Would he kill her? Would he kill them? Somebody would surely die.
Those thoughts terrified me because a selfish, vicious part of me wanted her gone. Wanted only me and him, no ghosts of another woman between us.
And if I wanted it, how long until he made it happen?
It all terrified me.
I could feel our love getting more intense, mutating into something deeper, twisted, darker, more insane than any normal romance.
Violent obsession.
Consuming possession.
Maddeningly addictive.
All poisons that I would willingly drink again and again, if he held the cup.
I was ruined.
Marked.
Owned.
And I never wanted to be free again.
The shower hissed on, water beating down like rain in a storm, washing blood, cum, and sweat down the black stone, but none of it washed my darkening soul clean.
I tipped my head back against the wall, lungs dragging ragged air, my body still shivering around him, and then. . .I saw it behind him.
That dragon-shadow.
It hovered across the steam-slick wall, taller, darker, more solid than I’d ever seen before. Not a trick of light. Not some phantom. No—this thing was alive, curling black smoke into the shape of wings, horns, fire-breathing rage.
And it wasn’t looking at Kenji.
It was watching me.
Oh my God. Am I going crazy?
My breath caught in my throat all over again. Fear iced through the molten wreck of my body. That dragon-shadow stared with something ancient, something hungry, as if it didn’t just want my flesh—it wanted my soul.
For one breathless second, I wasn’t the marked woman, the dragon’s altar, the claimed and ruined lover.
I was just Nyomi—a girl who wanted to be loved without drowning, who wanted to believe she wasn’t losing herself in Kenji’s fire.
But the dragon-shadow didn’t care.
It just wanted more from me.
And Kenji wanted more too.
And I was frightened I didn’t have anything left to give.
I knew, in my bones, that what happened in this bathroom, from my putting him in the water to him dominating me in the shower. . .it had gone further than just sex and pleasure.
These moments were bigger than orgasms. . .they were changing us.
Maybe that was why this darkness was here, this dragon-shadow. Kenji had merged with it when he took me in this shower as if they were finally fully one. . .and for the life of me. . .I didn’t know what that would truly mean for our future.
I’m so far gone.
I blinked and the dragon-shadow disappeared.
I was an outsider, but I wasn’t going anywhere.
I didn’t know shit about the Yakuza or Japanese culture, but I deserved his love.
I wasn’t completely sure of my place, I just knew it would be next to his side.
I was his Heart.
I was his Blood-bride.
And with that. . .my mind shifted to this war.
Kenji would have to face his father. He would have to tear the throne out of his hands, and the whole Tokyo underworld would burn for it.
But where did that leave me?
Could I help him win?
Could I stand in his fire and survive, or would the dragon-shadow demand more from me than even Kenji did?
A shiver cut through my soul, just as sharp as Kenji’s bite on my neck.
There’s no other option. I love him. So he has to win. . .and I have to help him. . .in any fucking way possible.
But. . .would that be enough?