Chapter Fifteen Punishment #3
“I like this ‘sir’—you’ll continue with that. Now, say it correctly, slut.” He sank his teeth into the back of her calf, but not enough to truly hurt. It was a mark of possession, rather than punishment. “Say: ‘please take me in my bottom, sir.’”
She thought her entire body might ignite with the force of her blushing, and yet, a surge of fresh wetness let down, his pistoning shaft glistening, her perineum slick with it.
“P-please… take me in”—she swallowed miserably, forcing herself to finish it—“i-in my bottom, sir!”
Incredibly, instead of withdrawing, he pounded into her even harder, his fingers rubbing at her clit. She was very nearly at her climax—and it was the most tortured climax she could have imagined.
When he pinched her hot, swollen clit, she squeezed tight, crying out, clamping down upon his plunging shaft, throwing her head back, her orgasm shaking her, wringing her out, exhausting her still further.
“Good… good. Come on that cock, slut!” He frictioned her over-sensitized clit until she pleaded wordlessly with him, her nerves frayed, the pleasure threatening to tip over into pain there too.
Finally, he pulled from the clutch of her pussy, his fingers working at the end of the stone phallus. Mirth, triumph, and even affection were evident in his low voice. “I’m not sure when you’re prettier, little human—when you come, or when you beg.”
The pain of the stone’s withdrawal made her hiss and arch her back, her trembling arms now so exhausted she could barely pull herself up anymore.
She shivered as he teased her stretched, aching, and still burning anus with the broad head of his penis.
Immediately, he began to press inside, and much to her shock, her ass opened for him, loosened as it had been from the merciless phallus. But as his thick shaft plowed deeper, she yelped, her voice nearly breathless. It was even bigger than the stone had been—and she feared it would be too much.
No matter how much you want to try.
“It’s not going to fit!”
“Mmm, you’re going to have to ask yourself which is worse—my fucking your bottom, and hard, or that terrible heat ravaging your flesh. My seed will bring you relief… even if I have to fuck you raw first.”
She tried a different tack. “The—the nectar! It’ll burn you too!”
His laughter was rich and deep, and it caused a frisson deep within her that was part fear, part animal lust.
“I’m one with this world, remember? The nectar can no more hurt me than my own blood can burn my flesh.
Choose, slut.” He pushed deeper, and she groaned, fearing he might split her in half.
He leaned close, his hot breath against her thigh as he said the words.
“If you don’t surrender, and beg for my cock as deep in your bottom as it will go, I’ll coat it with nectar first—and make you keep it in all night long. ”
There was little real choice.
“Please… help me. Fuck me, sir.” She swallowed down a moan, a fresh wave of burning sinking deeper into her. “Please!”
“My pleasure, sweet Selena.” He took hold of her thighs again, squeezing them hard, almost brutally, then pushed steadily inside. She panted with it, clenching against the veined monster, then bearing down to open for it some more.
He didn’t stop until his hips were pressed to her sore buttocks, her breaths coming in panicked little gusts.
She’d never felt so full, so stretched, so invaded.
But instead of repulsing her, it stirred a twisted, dark pleasure deep in her belly that had her gasping anew with its power.
Her pussy squeezed and released, over and over, bereft of that heavy penis, but spasming just the same at its memory, all the while her tortured anus, stretched to its absolute limit, throbbed around the thick member, staking its claim to her in the most profound way a male could.
There was a problem though.
Nothing had ever felt more right—at least as far as her body was concerned.
Her clit practically singed with the pleasure, her pussy flooding with the evidence of her dark desires.
It felt as if her entire being was wrapped around that great penis, a slave to it, a vessel in which to empty its lust.
And to proclaim its—and his—rightful dominion over her.
Over his mate.
He began to move within her, slowly at first, the shallow strokes increasing in depth with each plunge and retreat. It was torturous, it was more pleasure than she knew how to process.
Suddenly, she had the intense urge to void her bladder, as he took up faster and faster thrusting.
“I’m… I’m going to… pee!”
“No, you’re not, little human. Let go, relax. More.”
She focused on his words, the rising pressure and heat between her legs entirely different from the heat of stinging nectar ravaging her tender tissues.
Then with a brush of his fingertips over her clit again, she tipped over the edge, crying out, shuddering in her bonds, the orgasm so unlike any she’d ever had before, liquid spurting once, twice, then a steady stream from her pussy.
“Good girl. So wet. More—give me more, slut!” He pushed even deeper, making sure to swirl his fingers round her clit each time he pressed against her.
“No… oh, fuck… fuck!”
Incredibly, though she was sure she would pass out from exhaustion—and a pleasure so engulfing she feared it might actually kill her—he brought her to several more climaxes, each even more arduous than the last. She begged and pleaded; he took her even harder, using her in the most primitive, animalistic of ways, wringing everything from her whether she thought she could endure it or not.
As she begged in a hoarse whisper, her mind spinning, nearly delirious, he finally pushed tight, his grip on her thighs so tight it was painful.
He grunted, then again, his hips bucking against her, his chest heaving as he came, his head thrown back, the muscles of his arms going taut, the veins bulging.
“Take my… seed… slut!” He cried out in turn, shaking her body with his final spasms, the shaft of his cock somehow swelling even more as it began its strong, endless pulsing within the tight clutch of her bottom.
Liquid heat flooded her insides then, squeezing back out and dropping in sticky strands from between her buttocks, her cleft coated with it.
She sighed long and loud, for his words had proved true; the gush of his hot semen somehow salving her pain, cooling the fiery torment of the nectar.
And confirming she was now utterly helpless to resist him.
She’d surrendered in every way a woman could.
It was all so wrong.
But nothing could ever have felt more right.