8. Chapter 8
I scream with pleasure as Silas plows into me, not stopping until I’m full, his knot bumping against my opening. My pussy stretches to accommodate his girth, and while it should hurt, it doesn’t.
“Made for me,” he growls.
I find purchase by holding on to his back, nails digging into his supple but unyielding shoulders as he braces above me.
He’s not completely naked, and his shirt along with the rope belt hangs down off his sides as he teases me with his cock, only moving his hips in shallow thrusts.
Each short burst is torture, but the composition of his shaft is like the best dildo on the planet—but it’s real.
I hold him tighter, looking into his hollow eyes, really seeing him. The expressiveness of the burlap, the tilt of his mouth, the jostling of the straw peeking out from beneath the material that makes up the features of his face and under his hat.
His cock throbs, and I squeeze my inner muscles around him. Silas’s mouth parts and he shifts his hips back enough that he slides out to the tip, his broad crown stretching my opening.
“I’m going to give you my knot, eager one. Stretch this cunt so wide you’ll beg for me to stop, until the pleasure takes over and becomes so great, you’ll scream for more.”
“Please, Silas, please!”
“Such a filthy whore for your god.”
“Yes!”
The teasing of his cock stops, and he plunges deep.
Thick shaft thrusting in until I feel the head hit my cervix.
I scream, holding him so tight I’d draw blood if there was blood to draw.
Warmth travels from my feet to the top of my head, and my toes curl against the dirt.
I don’t think he can go any deeper until he grunts, and I feel the pressure of his knot against my entrance.
For the first time since I was drugged, I’m afraid. True fear that he was wrong, that I can’t take him. I’m only human, I wasn’t meant to take his knot.
“Shhhh,” he whispers against my ear. “Remember what I said. You can take it.”
His voice is soothing, and I lift my legs until I’ve wrapped them around his waist. I exhale upon his command and the brush of his lips against my forehead, a sweetness I didn’t expect from him easing my tense muscles.
He uses that exact moment to punch his hips forward, and I bellow a loud cry.
My pussy stretches open and the swollen flesh pushes inside me, creating an ache that’s hard to describe.
I have no time to get used to it though, because it begins to slowly expand. His knot swells larger, and I pull back in fear that I’ll explode. Silas only shushes me again, pushing my thighs open so he can lean back and look down at where we’re joined.
“You said you would take everything, and now you will reap what has been sowed, eager one.”
He pulls back enough his knot tugs against my entrance, but won’t pop free. I cry out, but this time it’s in pleasure not pain.
Silas grunts, placing his large palm over my lower abdomen, pressing down like he’s attempting to feel his knot ballooning inside me. “Made for me,” he chants before slamming the short distance back in. The force of it slides me backward on the dirt, and my tits jiggle.
“My whore,” he fondles one of my breasts, taking the whole thing in his palm before plucking the metal bar. “Tell me how good my knot feels.” He shifts his hips back again slightly, and I swear his knot swells even larger.
“So full,” I moan. “Like I’m going to burst.”
He hums darkly, the sound spreading through every fiber of my being. “But you haven’t even taken my cum yet.”
Silas moves so we’re flush against each other, my soft, mortal body against his firm, rough godly one.
“Imagine how full you’ll be when my seed has taken root, when I’ve bred you so well and good, your belly is swollen with my child.”
I can see it, an image of me pregnant by his side. It’s not something I thought for my life before, but even if it doesn’t happen, the idea of being his in every way, drives me mad with need.
I clutch him to me. “Give me what I need. Please, Silas. Please!” I beg louder when his cock pulses inside me, and my pussy grips him tightly.
He stares down at me, those eyeless eyes peering into my soul. “I’ll give you anything you beg so nicely for, eager one.”
Silas’s hips shift back and then he’s plowing into me. His knot tugs and pulls, as we slide along the ground, dirt biting into my back as I hold onto him, allowing him to take me, use me however he likes.
His knot pulses, and his cock thickens. A tingling sensation works its way up my spine, pressure building in my lower stomach, a tightness forming in my sensitive clit.
Silas grips a hand around my throat, forcing me to look at him. “Come, Harper. Come around my cock and take what is yours. What has always been yours.”
My clit rubs against his coarse skin and I detonate, taking Silas with me.
His knot expands impossibly bigger, and his hold on my neck tightens.
I swear I feel his knot lock inside me somehow, and I come again on a wild scream.
Pleasure so intense takes over, and Silas’s cum fills me so full I swear my belly bulges.
I feel each pulse of his cock, each jet of his seed. My body tightens and releases around him, milking him for more. I need more.
“That’s it, Harper. So pretty when you take me.”
“Yes!” I cry.
He fucks into me repeatedly, his knot no longer moving, but the small shifts light me up again. Silas makes sure to put just the right pressure on my clit with his movements.
I’m soaring higher and higher, and eventually I’m in the clouds floating, until another orgasm brings me back to earth.
Silas comes again too, his focus locked on me, and his low grunts like music to my ears.
More cum fills me up, and if his knot wasn’t there, I’d know his mess would be running down my thighs.
I don’t know how much time passes, but he fucks me like that over and over again. Bringing us both to climax in a way only a god could. It isn’t until there’s nothing left for me to give that our coupling ends.
“Rest now,” Silas murmurs.
My eyes droop but I shake my head, clinging to him. “I don’t want this to end.”
“Did I not just prove to you I was real?” His tone is almost teasing, and a tired smile plays at my lips.
“You did.”
“Then trust in what we’ve done.” His hand falls to my belly, right over my womb. “And what will come to be.”
His words, the implication of them, should shoot fear through my body. Instead, it only relaxes me, and a deep peace takes over my being.
Silas’s knot releases, and he presses his forehead to mine as he slides his spent cock from my pussy. A rush of our combined fluids exit my used body, no doubt dripping into the earth, planting us both there together.
He wraps me in his arms, the night sky dark above us, the moon hidden behind the clouds. I don’t fight the sleep that takes me, trusting that when I wake up, this will really all have been real, and Silas and I can find a way to be together.
Forever.