Chapter 24 Selma #2
This was it—this was exactly how it was meant to be.
Selma arched her back and spread her knees as her lust-addled brain made her prepare to submit her weeping pussy to the dominant male snarling with lust behind her.
Her liquids practically gushed down her naked thighs in invitation, and when his large hands grasped her hips to angle her pelvis just right, she sobbed.
“Kain, please! I need you, please! Take me, fill me, make me!”
Burning hot flesh pressed against her swollen nether lips as he slid his hands over her bottom to help spread her pussy open.
The stretch was more than she’d anticipated, but also exactly what she needed. When he’d had her in bed before, she hadn’t been cognizant enough to note his size—but she did now.
She groaned with raw lust and curled her fingers against the sawdust when the tip of his engorged meat breached her entrance, stretching her dripping lips as it sank in.
The thick head finally popped into her channel, sending shocks of sensation through her as the ridges along the rim dug in, ensuring she’d stay put during the mating. It hurt—there was no two ways about it—and Selma cried out as she reflexively flinched to escape it.
Kain grasped her harder around the waist to keep her from moving, then he shoved his brutal mass deeper.
“Ngh! Yes!”
Her outburst was involuntary. He forced her pussy wide and it spasmed around his invading force. Then those hellish ridges sank into her swollen G-spot.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as her entire body contracted around him, curling in on itself in delicious convulsions. She wanted to scream, but no sound passed her lips other than high-pitched wheezing, burning pleasure constricting her throat and curving her spine.
He paused, her wonderful tormentor, though his hands tightening painfully on her hips suggested that he was more than ready to finish the job and claim her fully.
Through the rush of blood in her ears she could hear him panting harshly behind her, and the shaking from his attempt to control himself transferred into her from where they were connected.
Even in her state of near-combustion, she understood.
The man behind the beast currently clawing to consume her was desperately trying to hold back, worried he was hurting her with his ridges and size.
“Kain.” It was near-impossible to force his name out of her throat, let alone focus on anything but his continued stimulation of her G-spot, but the sheer need she had for him to finish this made her gasp it out. “More!”
It wasn’t that her body hadn’t given him every conceivable hint that she was more than ready for everything he had, but it seemed the sound of her voice—the verbal acknowledgment that she wanted it, even as she shook with the effort to accommodate him—settled the last of his remaining concern.
Roaring like a bloodthirsty beast, he rammed in to the hilt, finally conquering her completely.
“Mine!”
His shout drowned out Selma’s wail as his cock forced her pussy wide to its core.
Beyond the rough stimulation from his ridges hitting every single sensitive spot along her channel, his girth stretched her so brutally she was suddenly thankful for the days her demon captors had kept her in a state of constant arousal.
She could have taken him without the preparation—she was built for him—but as she gasped and panted on his monstrous cock now, she knew it would have hurt. Badly.
Now all she sensed was mind-breaking pleasure.
All the warning she had before he pulled back his shaft of searing flesh was his fingers digging into her hips.
Selma bucked and cried as his ridges rubbed her G-spot again, but the pace was too slow for her to climax. Though she could feel the power the demon put into the movement, he was hindered by the grip of her velvet sheath.
Before his head could pop out of her abused cleft, he reversed the movement, making her take him all the way to her core again. And again.
Over and over the beast bred her from behind, growling with each agonizing thrust. With pleasure or frustration at the pace, she didn’t know, though at this point she didn’t much care either way.
She didn’t know how long the slow mating took, didn’t know if it’d been minutes or hours, because all that mattered was how perfectly and completely he took her as his own.
She did, however, notice when he released her hips, grabbed her by the scruff of her neck with one hand, and let the other reach around to press against her pulsing clit.
Selma, who’d been in the process of gritting her teeth as he pushed into her body again, jolted back from the unexpected touch.
Kain’s thighs slapped against her hamstrings and she yelped at the full penetration, but he locked her aching body in place as he forced her to take the dual stimulation of having both her G-spot and clit roughly rubbed at the same time.
It was too much, too intense. She screamed and thrashed, caught between wanting to escape and needing him to never stop, but although she bucked and wailed, the end was inevitable.
With a final, sobbing moan, her entire body seized. Release so intense it made all sounds fade and her vision turn to pure, blinding white took her.
For once there was only pleasure.
Sound was the first thing to return, albeit distorted, followed by the inescapable sensation of being filled to the brim.
Selma whimpered, fidgeting underneath the heavy press against her back to try and reorient herself.
At her first there were weak movements as the man inside of her rose up off her back. Then, with no further warning, he thrust—fully and with no hesitation.
She mewled in response, but despite her initial desire to escape the continued penetration, the smooth, delicious feel of him as he took stroke after stroke in her swollen pussy soon reignited the fire in her blood.
He was moving easier now. The rhythm of his thighs slapping against hers was no longer slowed by her body’s vise-like grip; her orgasm had relaxed her channel enough to finally take him as she was meant to.
Kain grunted every time her velvet heat swallowed him to the root. Along with the obscene way her pussy squelched with each of his thrusts, he filled her ears with the sounds of mating so animalistic and primitive she could barely recognize the man who’d tried to save her.
But it was him. He stoked his thumbs gently over the swell of her hips, even as he picked up the pace so much she had to brace her arms against the sawdust to keep on her hands and knees.
And when she cried out from the roughness of the pounding she was taking, that oddly calming tone he’d hummed for her before broke through his snarling.
Kain. Kain was the man claiming her as his own—the one taking her like she’d never been taken before.
Her chest and stomach felt strangely light, even as her throbbing sex was heavy with his presence, and the warmth from everywhere his skin touched hers flooded through her veins.
He was hers.
The knowledge settled in her brain with overwhelming clarity even as she panted and whimpered for his big cock. He might have been the one doing the claiming, but even through the haze of forced pleasure she knew that this man was hers, body and soul.
Her moment of revelation shattered when the demon pushed her to the floor with his weight in the ultimate display of domination.
Selma gritted her teeth as the angle of her hips changed, making his ridges ride her G-spot hard and mercilessly. His weight kept her in place, forcing her pussy to milk him with each fluttering spasm despite her high-pitched shrieks.
It took mere moments for her violated core to reach the steep climb toward orgasm again.
She strained against his broad chest, using its surface to steady her body against the convulsions making her jerk beneath him. Kain wrapped his arms tighter around her, supporting her clutching hands for better grip.
Despite the pleasure wracking her mind and body, she realized he was attempting to close her into a protective cocoon of his own flesh, and when he bent his head to rest against hers, she felt encapsulated in muscle and heat, safe to lose herself to the pounding rhythm of the massive girth fucking her to completion.
“Let go, Selma.” His harsh gasp in her ear was rough with both pleasure and tension. “I’ve got you—let go.”
It wasn’t clear to her if it was his rumbling voice that pushed her over the edge, or just the inevitable result of the mating. Either way, her body obeyed him. Violently.
Once again she seized, clamping hard around his still-thrusting cock as her pussy sent a deep, unbroken shock of release through her flesh and bones.
It rocked her in full waves, making her scream and thrash until black and red dots danced before her eyes—until she was nothing but a quivering extension of him, locked to his being by his thick cock grinding against every square inch of her most sacred place.
When she was certain she’d die if it didn’t end, he took his own release from her.
Roaring, Kain reared up on his hands to slam his hard length in one last time, and the pulse of his essence bathed her cervix in a flush of warmth, filling her past overflowing with spurt after spurt as finally he seeded her.
Dark energy gathered around them, seemingly penetrating her inside and out, searing into the very essence of her being.
His claim.
Selma collapsed. Not a single muscle in her body felt capable of holding her up a moment longer, and when Kain’s warm form came to rest over her, her eyelids fluttered closed.
For five full breaths there was nothing apart from soul-deep pleasure, him, and hot semen coating her still weakly spasming channel.
Then muted noise finally broke through to her blissed-out mind. Cheering. Loud, rowdy cheering and shouting.
“Shh, relax,” Kain murmured when she stirred at the unsettling sounds. “You don’t have to deal with this.”
This? Her brain slowly woke up from the haze, forced to react to the intrusion into her peaceful sanctuary underneath the male.
They were surrounded by demons. Demons who’d seen her get fucked into oblivion—had seen the sacred moment between her and her protector. Her mate.
Embarrassment filled her, banishing the glorious feeling of peace and completion.
Kain growled low in his throat above her, clearly frustrated with the change in her scent so soon after their mating, and raised up.
She felt the loss of his protective warmth keenly, but it was the tugging between her legs when he gently pulled out that made her whimper—despite his release he was still mostly erect, and though his cock was much softer now, his ridges stimulated her swollen passage with the movement.
“Shh, little one.” He placed a soothing hand on her backside when he was finally out, ensuring she stayed put despite her desire to curl up on herself. “Stay still.”
Selma obeyed, partly because she could hardly move her sore body, and pressed her face into the sawdust, wishing they were anywhere but there.
She needed his touch and comfort, needed his scent—and only his scent—to surround her.
Not these strangers staring at her body while she was at her most vulnerable.
A booming roar, even louder than the one he’d issued when he climaxed, ripped through the arena, silencing everyone in its wake.
“The Breeder is mine! My mate! I have claimed her for all to see. She is under my protection, now and forevermore!”
“We recognize your claim. Now and forevermore, brother,” Maell replied. “Take your mate to the victor’s chambers—you have both earned your rest.”
Kain bent to pick Selma up, holding her to his chest as gently as if she were a child before he began walking.
She cracked her eyes open and looked up at the man who’d made her his in an effort to save her. His brow was furrowed and his soft lips pressed into a thin line in an expression she couldn’t interpret.
“What happens now?” she mumbled.
His black eyes shifted down to her, and his features softened in a way that made her chest feel light. “Now, you rest, my little one.”
That sounded like a pretty great idea. Exhaustion tore at her mind now that she was safe in his arms again and no longer in the middle of the group of monsters leering over her naked form.
Content that he would protect her, she closed her eyes again and let his steady gait and the thrumming of his heart against her ear lull her to sleep.