Epilogue II #2
The stamens, like clever serpents, moved lower, tiny vines gripping her plump outer labia, splaying them apart to reveal the inner lips, some of them twining harshly in the curls of her pubic hair, the pain and objectification flashing bright in her mind. He loved that too.
Her tender, bright pink inner lips were then painted with the same unguent, until they too shone with it.
Her hood was forced back, cruelly so, Selena groaning as it was done, revealing the pretty clit, pleasingly prominent. The unguent would only encourage that, enhancing the swelling of the tissue, over time, though it would be a most torturous ordeal for her.
Malcolm savored that too.
The stamens played particularly long with Selena’s clitoris, leaving it red, hugely inflamed, and almost pulsing with need.
The stamens refused to relent until she was panting and moaning, with both the burning heat, and the deep, ever-spiraling itch-lust the substance induced in her tissues.
He could see and feel it in her mind, loving every second of her anguish.
Let go. Let it happen, sweet human! I love it so, your suffering. Give in to it. You cannot stop it.
Tendrils of vines reached into the humid cleft of her buttocks, pulling them still further apart, fully exposing the dusky whorl of her delicate anus. It clenched tight as he gazed upon it.
He couldn’t help himself, pressing a light kiss to the satin-smooth flesh of her tender opening, making her see and feel in her mind how much he reveled in her subjection to his whims, and at the same time, how he thrilled at the achingly beautiful sight she presented, bound to the breeding pen for him.
How he adored every single inch of her.
Malcolm held much more than pride of ownership of Selena’s gorgeous body. He was obsessed with it, to an extent he only gave her a hint at in her mind’s eye.
She trembled anew in both shock, and desire at the revelation, for he’d allowed her to see but a tiny glimpse of his plans for her, what their future together held for his captive human mate.
Then she really did plead aloud as the stamens applied a thick layer of viscous, glistening fluid directly to her vulnerable anus. “Malcolm! Sir, please! Ah, I can’t take it… ah my God!”
“Shh, the burn is good for you. Your body needs this. You can bear it.”
“Hurts…
He stroked her hip. “I know, I know. But I can feel what else it’s doing to you. I can see it too.”
A thick, bright bead of her liquid need dripped slowly from the swollen, crimson slot of her presented cunt, down into the dense, dark pubic hair.
Reaching down, he gripped both of her breasts once more, squeezing and fondling them harshly, the nooses of the vines about their bases tightening again.
He reveled in her bitten off groans as he hurt her breasts with the kneading of his hard hands.
He kissed the back of her head as he did it, whispering into the halo of her hair.
“It’s going deeper…let it…the burn…the pain…the need…I want you to feel all of it. Endlessly, Selena.”
Tiny vines cinched nooses about her broad areola, squeezing tight around the base of each of her hard nipples, slender wooden dowels—meticulously crafted by the pixie craftsmen—were then used to pinch each nipple, twine at either end of the dowels pulling them ever tighter, crushing the nipples cruelly, their tips swelling painfully forth under the stricture, until the flesh was pressed flat, almost white.
He could feel how the pain at her nipples sank deep into her mind, her cunt visibly clenching at it.
Oh, how he knew.
The pain was an endless conflict for her, something that she both struggled with, and that drove her desire ever higher.
More vines tangled about the base of each of her writhing fingers, tightly binding and flexing both of her thumbs, deepening her sense of being bound, helpless, surrendered to his whims.
Even his capacity to delay any longer was at an end, but he was still determined to take his time with it, for the first would be the sweetest of all, its memory staying with her the longest—perhaps forever.
With a gentle slap to her presented bottom he stood up, the vines lifting her, adjusting the angle of pen until the perfect height was reached.
Clasping her hips in his taloned hands he let her feel his strength, the sharp tips digging into her skin. “It’s time, my human.”
Slapping her buttocks, then the seam of her presented sex, with the heavy truncheon of his erection, he reveled in drawing out the moment, her lush thighs trembling, the tension in her muscles rising by the second until her entire form was taut as a drawn bowstring.
“You will serve my cock tonight, human. You will take my seed deep into your womb, and you will grow my progeny. This is your purpose, your duty, your highest honor. It is what you were created for—and why I took you for my own, for all time.” He slipped into her pussy, drawing the big, broad head of his cock up and down within the seething, wet slit, growling the words as he annointed himself with her juices. “And I will love every second of it.”
“Yes…yes, Malcolm.”
Her words, while muffled by the gag of the vines, surprised him somewhat, both that she’d spoken and that she’d already begun to see that resisting this—all of it—was an utterly futile endeavor.
Perhaps she might enjoy it?
The darkest part of him hoped she did not, that part of him resolving to make this a very, very rough ride for his captive mate.
Vines tightened about her everywhere, a lost sound of fright, and lust, and discomfort drifting from her lips.
They were perhaps even more eager than he to proceed with breeding, and impregnating the helpless, bound Selena.
In one slow, continuous glide, he pressed inside her pussy, a long, shaky exhale accompanying it from his human captive.
The firm nose of her cervix pressed to the tip of his cock, and he drove harder then, ensuring every part of him he could, was forced inside of her.
It was not all of him, alas, but it was heaven regardless.
He held her that way, staked upon him, ensuring her cervix throbbed against the remorselessly hard head of his cock.
He stroked her hips, squeezed her buttocks, murmuring to her as every now and then he jerked his hips against her to reawaken the sensation of the deep—and somewhat painful—penetration.
“You’re doing just fine. I know that hurts. Just stay like that, very still.” He pressed sharply against her, reveling at the tightening of her buttocks, the quiver of her sex about his thick length. “No, you’re not getting away from it. Not a second of it. Be good now.”
“Malcolm…” she breathed. “Just…”
He withdrew then, and her breath came out with a surprised sigh. A moment later he thundered back inside her, battering her insides again.
Taking up a relentless rhythm, he gave her the deepest strokes, not letting up on her one bit. “I like that it hurts you sometimes. Accept it.”
Her voice seemed to catch in her throat, as if in shock at his lurid, cruel words, but the way she writhed against him, at the incredibly strong grip she still maintained upon his cock, told him it affected her in much more primitive ways, touching a part of her deep inside her psyche she had always tried to shield from him.
You can hide nothing from me, human. Nothing. You should know that by now.
He pulled out, frictioning the surprisingly prominent bead of her inflamed clitoris with the head of his cock, taunting her.
“The fluid does not affect me. It’s so unfair, isn’t it?
That your swollen clit burns, and pulses with it.
That your need grows, and grows, and grows. I know it’s so hard, so very hard.”
He caressed her lower back as he said it, the faux almost sweetness of the tone at odds with the words, with the way he brutally drove inside her once again. The breeding pen shook with the thrust, the wood creaking slightly.
The vines bound her still tighter, as if to encourage him.
He needed none.
Taking hold of her hips once again, he stared down at the way her reddened cunt, awash in her juices, swallowed down his cock with each harsh thrust, the liquid evidence of her surrender glistening upon his veined shaft each time he withdrew, only to drive the breath from her lungs all over again as he rammed his hard cock home inside her.
Staring at her, the bounce and quiver of her buttocks, the way the lips of her pussy were forced cruelly wide upon his broad girth each time he pushed within her, he lost track of time.
It could have been minutes, or hours, as he rode her relentlessly, mercilessly, until the sounds of her inchoate moans rivaled the exotic, myriad background noise of the forest.
“I’m close now, slut,” he ground out between clenched teeth, willing himself to hold out still longer, wanting to draw out the moment, until her pussy could take no more.
The rack shook, creaking and cracking loudly with each powerful ram of his body against her. His talons sunk into her flesh at her hips, threatening to pierce her tender skin there.
Finally, it was too much. “My human, my love, my Selena…take me…all of me!”
With an explosive roar from the deepest reaches of his lungs that shook the leaves of the canopy above, his head fell back, all the stars in the universe seeming to flash to brilliant, sparkling light inside his mind as his orgasm was upon him.
The forest, the fauna, the entire world, seemed to rise, and rise, a background hum and vibration amplifying, spiraling up and up.
His semen flooded forth, spurting deep, filling her until it rushed back out around his cock, dripping in heavy, creamy drops to the forest floor beneath them. The birds took flight as he yelled once again, the sound of his animal growl echoing within the depths of the forest.
Again, and again, he spurted, filling her with his essence to overflowing.
Finally, he collapsed upon her, his skin to hers, her body a trembling, quivering thing beneath him, her breaths coming in quick, shallow, panicked cadence.