Chapter 38 Selma #2
Kain pulled his hot mouth back from her dripping flesh, only to let his tongue lash at her throbbing clit until she writhed on the edge of orgasm. He pushed two of his thick digits into her rhythmically clenching channel, and she moaned loudly at the sudden pressure.
“Yes, like that,” she gasped into the sheets she’d buried her head and fists in. “Please, yes, don’t—oh—don’t stop!”
As if on cue, he hooked his fingers behind her pelvic bone, pressing them into the spongy area there. Sharp, uncontrollable pleasure so intense it passed the border to pain rocked through her, driven forth by his tongue and that unrelenting pressure against her G-spot.
Her vision sharpened to pinpoints before everything turned white within the hurricane of sensations roaring through her blood, and the flood of her climax peaked.
“Ah! Fuck! Kain, yes!”
Her scream echoed through the room as her pussy convulsed around his invading digits. She ground her clit against his mouth, too far gone to care if he could breathe.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to care either, his tongue moving rapidly over her pulsing clit again and again until she collapsed on top of his face with a whine, pleasantly spent.
Endorphins clouded her mind, momentarily quelling the still-burning need deep in her pussy. The ring had yet to be satisfied, but the orgasm her lover had provided allowed for a short reprieve.
Along with the endorphins came an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward him—the man who’d brought her nothing but protection and pleasure since the day she met him.
And through the hormonal rush came something else—the clear and unwavering courage to finally put into words exactly what he meant to her.
“I love you.”
Kain stilled underneath her. Only the waft of air over her nether lips as his breath left his lungs let her know that he’d heard her.
“What?” he croaked, sending more pleasurable tingles through her spent flesh. “What did you say?”
His tone suggested his refusal to believe what he’d heard.
Where such a statement should have made her stomach contract with nervous energy, all she felt was peace brought on by the wake of the orgasm, and the stirring of the ring’s magic breaking through her moment of calm.
Selma rocked her hips uneasily, trying to stave off the onslaught so she could rest in that perfect cocoon of contentedness for a little while longer.
“I said I love you.” She sighed in frustration as she fidgeted above him. Her need for sex was increasingly difficult to ignore, every second bringing the urge to mate back to progressively insistent levels. As always, the ring craved his ruthless penetration.
Her pussy was starting to throb again, and the teasing brush of his hot breath over her softened cleft didn’t help matters. With a small whine, she arched her back and pressed down a little, searching for the stimulation she knew would appease her needy body for another moment.
“Kain, more! I need more.”
He growled underneath her again, a sound caught somewhere between frustration and desire. His fingers bit into her hips, making her mewl. Before she realized he’d moved, she was balancing on her hands and knees on the soft bed and the demon was now behind her, snarling.
“More,” he spat, spreading her dripping pussy wide with his fingers to prepare the way for his assault.
“Do you forget what I am the second you can no longer see my true face? I can taste your fear on my tongue every time you lay eyes on me, yet a little pleasure with your back turned and you declare your love as if it’s something to give away for a fuck. ”
The thick crown of his pulsing cock pushed against her opening, making her breath hitch in her throat and her fingers clench in the already crumpled sheets. He was so thick, and this time she was awake to feel the full force of him.
“How could you ever love someone like me?” Kain’s voice was still a dangerous snarl, but behind the fury, there was unmistakable despair. It resonated deep in her core despite her focus on the pressure slowly increasing between her legs.
“Or is this really all it takes to break you, my love? The promise of a climax on my cock, and you’re ready to give me everything?”
The rasp of his question was punctuated by her loud wail as he shoved in, burying his head and the brutal ridges inside her soft channel.
“I’ll give you what you need, Breeder—and when I’m done, you can tell me if you still have the capability to feel anything but fear for me.”
Every thought in Selma’s whirling mind snapped to a halt, her consciousness turning solely to the invasion of her most sacred place.
Kain’s wide cock filled her spasming channel, and though her body was more prepared to take him this time than when he’d rutted her at the auction, it still took all she had to remain on her hands and knees as he slowly pressed himself all the way in.
His ridges ground mercilessly against every sensitive nerve ending inside of her, and when he finally bottomed out, he possessed her so completely the beat of his pulse resonated within her as if it were her own.
“Kain…!” She cried out for him, lost in the sensation of being one with the demon who’d chosen her—of the knowledge flooding her mind that he belonged to her.
This was where she needed to be, suspended on his massive cock and wrapped up in his inhuman strength, even if her body was being forced to its limits to submit to him.
Kain dug his fingers into her hips once more. Then he began the rough, agonizing movements in and out of her stuffed pussy. His ridges tormented her as they slid over her G-spot, forcing screams and cries from her throat as he fucked her.
It was impossible for her to think about anything but the delicious agony of being spread and taken, so she gave herself over to it—to him—the hazy knowledge of his disbelief in her love disappearing into the hormonal fog of pained pleasure and submission.
Soon her cries took on the note of an impending climax and the demon responded. He released her hips to let one hand get at her clit, rubbing it roughly while he grabbed her by the hair with his other hand.
The sharp tug on her scalp as he pulled her head back, combined with the dark pleasure from her spasming pussy, made her body surrender. Her orgasm blasted through her, and she cried out as she tried to lunge forward in an instinctive attempt to escape the violent sensation.
His grip on her hair kept her in place, helpless to endure his unrelenting pounding into her quaking channel while she came so hard the world blurred and blackened.
Kain didn’t stop. Even when she sagged in front of him, spent from pleasure so intense she could hardly keep upright, he kept up the punishing pace, letting his hips slap against her bottom and not giving her a moment’s reprieve from his full and grueling penetration.
It was when her vision finally returned that she saw him. His hand was still fisted in her long hair, keeping her head up, while the other forced more pleasure into her weakened body with its insistent ministrations underneath her.
She was still on her hands and knees, held up by his hold on her body more than by her own strength, but when her eyes locked on their mirrored reflection, her mind snapped back into place.
In front of the four-poster bed was a large wooden dresser, and mounted on the door of that dresser was a mirror reflecting her naked body and the monster violently shoving his cock into her.
Even the ruthless fucking wrecking her pussy couldn’t draw her startled attention away from the display.
Since Selma had hit puberty, her fear of the monsters haunting her had taken on a slightly different flavor.
In her darkest moments, she’d feared what would happen if one day they no longer just stalked and stared at her.
Her worst nightmare had always been this—being forced to spread her pussy for something that didn’t even look human.
Yet as she stared at Kain’s huge body moving behind her, it wasn’t fear that tightened her aching muscles.
He looked even larger than normal, the way his blackish-red body hovered over hers, and along with his color, his horns and demonic features made him look exactly like every monster she’d feared all her life.
Yet watching him fuck her pale body like she didn’t have a choice was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.
There was no comparison to the monster who’d truly forced her. Somehow the knowledge that the demon brutally ravaging her like an animal was Kain banished the last vestiges of her terror and replaced them with depraved excitement.
Not even when his grip changed back to her hips so he could increase the speed of his thrusts even more did she look away, too fascinated with the way his abdominal muscles flexed with every thrust, making her breasts sway with the motion.
Her face contorted with pain-laced pleasure every time he drove in to the hilt, her swollen lips shaping themselves after her yelps and moans.
Everything about their reflection was as raw and perverted as the feeling of his massive cock forcing her soaking pussy wide, and his ridges gave her pleasure no human was built to withstand.
When Kain slid his massive hands up her stomach to squeeze her breasts, she gave in.
The tight coil low in her stomach snapped in a burst of ecstasy, and her pussy spasmed around the thick intrusion as her vision turned to pure light, obstructing her view of their fucking.
Her body convulsed around the unending torrents of sensation rocking through her from where they were connected.
Through her own screams, she heard Kain growl out his climax, and then—while she slowly came down from the peaks of rapture—his hot spurts of semen against her flexing cervix marked the completion of their mating.
Selma slumped into the bedding, utterly spent.