Chapter Eleven Consequences #2
With ridiculous ease, he laid her on her back.
She looked up at a now very angry Malcolm, her bottom aching anew, even pressed as it was to the soft moss.
Though she wrote it off as a play of light—and her pain-addled consciousness—the faint glow was back in his eyes, an amber tint very similar to the low light she’d experienced in the tunnels she’d fled down.
“Spread your legs.”
“W-what?”
“Open them—wide. I won’t ask again.”
“Why?”
He slapped the outsides of her thighs, and she reared her head back, yelling, the pain like fire across her skin. “Okay! Okay!”
“Get them open wider than that, or you’re going to get double what you’ve got coming, little human.”
How much is that?
But she knew she was treading on very thin ice, and decided cooperation was a lot likelier to get it over with faster, no matter how mortifying it was to feel the sticky lips of her cunt ease apart as she splayed her legs wide.
“More. I want you to show me that disobedient cunt of yours.”
Oh, shit.
His words caused more than an explosion of dread at the pit of her stomach though. Her pussy lips were already slick—and getting slicker. The scent of her was clear on the air, muskier now, sweat beading on her skin from her struggles while being mercilessly spanked.
His eyes locked on her genitals, and for an instant, he simply looked upon her nakedness in silence.
Then, taking her completely by surprise, he slapped an open palm directly into her cleft, the blow making a dull, wet sound. The pain had her moaning, even as it amplified the throbbing of her clitoris to near frantic levels.
She closed her legs instinctively, plunging her hands between her thighs.
“Get them out of there. Right now,” he said, his voice tight. “You’ve got one second.”
As she yanked them away, the very last thing she wanted to do, vines erupted from the moss, wrapping themselves firmly about her wrists.
“Oh, fuck, no!” She kicked and yelled, more vines holding her legs fast, drawing them even further apart. In mere seconds, she was spread-eagle across the blanket of moss, her head the only part of her not immobilized, her breasts heaving as her panicked breaths whistled in and out of her lungs.
“What… are you doing!”
Malcolm’s brow knit ever so slightly, an expression of solemn disappointment clouding his features. “You must learn. You could have been hurt—or worse. My mate. I would never have forgiven myself for letting you do such a thing. You will learn to do as you’re told here.”
Then he slapped her pussy, over and over and over, taking measured aim with each shot, the blows accompanied by her outraged, pained cries and the humiliating spray of fine, warm droplets of her own wanton fluids.
Each slap made her clit swell still harder, the sensitivity of her flesh ratcheting up to maddening levels that threatened to drown out even the sharp pain of his hard palm against her pussy.
The sounds were the worse part though, each blow getting wetter and wetter. He finished off with one particularly hard smack across her mound then bent over her, examining her aching, seething pussy.
“Nice and red. Does it hurt?”
“God, yes.” It burned, it ached. She was trying—and failing—to hold back tears, her voice already cracking.
Yet her clit was so desperate, a simple breath of air against its swollen, angry tissues would have been enough to blast her off into deep space.
She’d never before been so aroused, her juices running in an almost continual rivulet down her perineum, her asshole already growing slick with the wetness from her pussy above.
Her breasts were swollen, heavy, the nipples throbbing and tingling the way they only did when she was perilously near an orgasm.
Except he hadn’t been fucking her, something that might be expected to arouse her—however reluctantly—to such a level.
No, he’d been punishing her pussy. Horribly.
And you’re ready to go off like a rocket. You dirty fucking slut.
“I’m glad it hurts,” he murmured. “You need it to hurt, don’t you? You’re the sort of female who craves the proof of a male’s strength, I see.” A smile creased his face, the prominent canines so long they were just short of fangs. It was at once alluring and unsettling.
And wholly alien.
“Well, you’re about to have it, little human.”
He climbed atop the rock, lying over her, his elbows to either side of her body.
Oh, God, no!
But the gush of moisture as the broad head of his cock nosed between the sodden, stinging lips of her sex said something else entirely.
“What are you—oh, fuck,” she gasped as he pressed forward in one harsh lunge.
He drove so deeply within her, it felt as if his cock was almost in her throat.
His brilliant eyes met hers as he pulled back, his smile beaming again as he plunged back in.
The muscles of his arms and shoulders bunched and flexed above her as he took up a punishing, brutal thrusting within the tight grip of her pussy.
It shook her entire body each time his hips slapped down against hers, her moans becoming pained, until she began to plead.
But for what she had no idea. Though it split her cunt nearly in two, it was a pleasure so dark and devastating, she knew she could happily die drowning in its waters.
It overwhelmed her, the way he invaded every molecule of her body, sheathing his huge, hard penis entirely within her.
Her juices flowed so copiously, she could clearly hear them squeezing out upon her thighs, soaking the moss as he continued to make callous, rough use of her body for his pleasure.
“Yes,” he said above her, giving her a hard lunge again.
“This is what your body understands best. Yielding. Conquering.” He fucked her even harder, and her eyes rolled back in her head as the big head of his cock bottomed out at the deepest reaches of her pussy, filling her the way no human penis ever had before.
“I’m… s-sorry… oh, my God. Ohmygodohmygod!”
She reared up then, her senses graying out, her pussy spasming upon him, rippling over and over, squeezing his shaft so tight she thought she might rip him in two, her orgasm flying up, up, so high, sending her into the stratosphere.
Her clit throbbed and ached, the pleasure of his pubic bone grinding against it sending her into one after another follow-on detonations of pure annihilating pleasure.
“I… I can’t take it! Oh, fuck! I… please, please… stop!”
Incredibly, he did, but it wasn’t for him to pour his seed into the deepest depths of her cunt, no matter how much she wanted that on a primitive, reptile brain level—the same level that had her belly coiling and spasming as he’d told her how he intended to us her as a breeding mare to birth his children over and over.
What the fuck has gotten into you?
Other than the biggest cock she’d ever seen, she didn’t know what had gotten into her.
He clambered up, rising onto his knees, towering over her even in that position, then straddled her chest. The pleasing weight, her breasts squeezed and flattened beneath him, gave her a dark, twisted pleasure she could never hope to understand.
Then his strong fist was in her hair, yanking her head up.
To have her face to face with the angry, purplish, huge head of his cock.
It prodded at her lips, silky and steely all at once, the scent of her pungent juices all around her.
“Lick it. Taste what your sex thinks of what I’ve done to it.”
Tentatively, she extended her tongue, wincing inside at the taste, the saltiness and muskiness mixed together in a combination she found surprisingly pleasing. Still, her cheeks burned with the humiliation of it as he ordered her to clean his cock entirely of her juices.
“Beg me to let you suck it,” he growled.
She said nothing, unable to quite believe he’d found a way to sink her still deeper into her pit of shame and twisted, forbidden arousal.
“No… please, I…!”
“Beg me, or I’ll fuck that sore pussy of yours some more.”
“Please, Malcolm… no!”