Chapter Thirty-Six #3
Hot and forceful, a gush of semen hits my cervix. My throat opens on a soundless scream. My uterus contracts wildly, convulsing with an orgasm so strong, it might tear me in two.
Ronan exhales a deep, animalistic grunt as I thrash underneath him, my body twisting and taking as I’m used for his pleasure. He’s relentless, fucking me straight through my orgasm, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of my bottom, bruising it.
“Mea es.”
His voice echoes through the greenhouse, so deep and dark, it sounds as if it rises from a bottomless abyss.
I think I see fireflies flitting in and out of the shadows, but realize they’re embers, burning red in the thickening gloom. They coalesce around Ronan, swirling around his body as another hot gust of semen bathes my womb.
I climax again, this time with a scream so loud, it tears my throat raw.
Ronan stiffens, rams his enormous cock into me twice more, then drops his head back and bellows toward the sky.
Searing heat fills me. He cuts off my air by squeezing my throat as his semen fills me, gushing out from where we’re sealed together to slide over my thighs and down my ass, dripping onto the floor where it lands with a steaming hiss.
I’m still orgasming, my clitoris throbbing and my nipples so hard they ache, when Ronan lifts his head.
In the swirling red light of the embers, I see the outline of a huge black pair of pointed spires, twisting back from his forehead like ram’s horns.
From his back sprouts an enormous pair of black leathery wings stretched taut between spiked bones.
Small cracks in the scarred membrane emit wisps of smoke, and sparks flit down when they move.
Each monstrous wing is tipped in long black talons.
I try to scream again but can’t. He’s squeezing my throat too hard, cutting off my voice.
Outside, howling winds start to blow. Rain lashes the roof of the greenhouse. In the distance, the low grumble of thunder booms against the hills.
Ronan flips me onto my belly, shoving his fingers into my mouth to keep me quiet. He pushes my thighs apart, fondling my bottom and spreading his cum all around, his fingers roughly probing the tender bud of my ass.
When he slides two fingers inside me and starts to work them around in a circle, I know he’s preparing me to take his cock.
I squeal and buck in panic. His throaty growl of excitement echoes in my ears. The more I struggle, the more aroused he becomes, until the swollen head of his cock feels ten times larger as it presses against my quivering entrance.
He claims my ass with a brutal thrust, then starts to fuck it as I gag on his fingers.
Heavy testicles slap against my bare pussy with every snap of his hips, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body, dulling the pain of my stretched anus.
He reaches between my legs and tugs on my engorged clit, tweaking and stroking it until I’m surging nearer to another orgasm, my ass stuffed with his cock and my mouth with his fingers.
My hard nipples drag against the cold, hard tabletop.
My fingernails claw into the wood.
Lightning illuminates the greenhouse in a fleeting, brilliant flash of white. The crack of thunder sounds like a gunshot.
The room is spinning, spinning, spinning like a merry-go-round, blurring into monstrous shadows that stretch and billow with fiery sparks as the preternatural growl of his voice echoes in my ears and fills the empty space all around us with its dreadful intonation.
“Mea es.”
I orgasm again, my body jerking helplessly. Hot tears stream down my cheeks.
“Mea es.”
The sigils encircling his wrist glow with an infernal red light, writhing subtly across his skin as if they’re alive.
“Mea es.”
He pumps into me with punishing strokes, withdrawing to the tip, then slamming all the way back in again. His grunts are getting louder and louder. His climax is nearing.
“Mea es.”
As if it has its own heartbeat, my pussy throbs between my legs. It aches to have his huge cock fill it again. I taste the salt of my tears on my lips.
His hips piston into me, and I can do nothing but lie there as he fucks me.
With one final, brutal thrust, he comes.
Beneath the clap of thunder, I hear the baying of wolves.
His semen is a hot geyser, spurting into me in violent gushes so large, I can’t contain it all. It slides down my spread thighs, dripping over my calves to kiss my ankles.
When I sob, Ronan withdraws from my body, falls to his knees between my spread legs, and starts to lap at my skin, licking all his ejaculate off my thighs, legs, and bottom.
He slides two thick fingers inside my pussy, fits his mouth over my aching asshole, and sucks his sperm out of me, making lascivious noises of pleasure as he swallows over and over again, slurping up his own cum, shoving his tongue deep inside my orifice to get every drop.
It’s dirty, so filthy and perverse …
And I love it.
Sobbing, I hide my face against the tabletop as I climax again.
“Mea es.”
Because I have a moderate familiarity with Latin due to my work, I know what those words mean.
You’re mine.
It’s the last thing I hear before a loud buzzing fills my ears, and I lose consciousness.