Chapter 12 #2
“Why? Is it turning you off?” He smirks down at me. “Do you want to hear how much I hated him touching you? How hard I am going to fuck you to reclaim your pussy? How I am going to breed you, so you have my baby, and not his?”
My pussy answers for me, getting tighter and wetter with every one of those devious suggestions.
“Good,” he says, lifting my arms slowly up over my head, and pinning them in place with one hand. “Because you are about to get bred hard.”
He fucks me hard, deep, and long. Every arch of his hips drives his cock deep inside me, finding that filthy sensitive spot at the top of my pussy, hiding away on the upper wall, grinding himself up there and making sure I take every thrust just as he intends to give it.
“Mercy!” I gasp.
“No mercy for you, little one,” Thor growls. “You’re mine, and this pussy is mine, and I’m going to make you nice and sore and sorry for ever having let anybody else fuck you.”
In the moment, it feels as though he absolutely means those words. He keeps me pinned with one hand and gives my face a stinging but still light slap with the other. My cheek blushes hotly as my inner walls grip his cock with even more desperation.
“That’s right,” Thor continues. “You’ve been letting some ruthless Vikar man defile you over and over. Well, let’s see how you like being completely ruined. Give me this cunt. Spread your legs wide. That’s it. Reach down and hold your legs open for me…”
He waits for me to do as he says, letting my hands go so I can lift my legs up and spread them, my hands gripping my inner thighs to keep them parted as his thick, truly massive cock spears inside me.
He is going deeper now than he was before as the position tilts my pelvis and opens me up, and turns me into a soaking receptacle for his cock.
Every slam down inside me makes him bottom out, and every time he does that, he grinds his pubic bone against my lust-soaked clit just long enough to take me close to the edge of orgasm, before drawing out and repeating the treatment again.
This man knows how to fuck.
He’s always known how to give me pleasure, how to make me feel every bit the conquered rebel.
Now, more than ever, he is embracing a darker, rougher side.
I hope he is working out some of his demons on me and in me.
I want to think I am being properly used in every way.
It turns me on so fucking much to be told to hold myself in position and watch as his beautiful thick cock sluices in and out of me.
“You’re going to come for me,” he tells me.
“What?” I whine the question. I was enjoying being fucked. I’m not ready for it to be over yet. But it does not matter what I want right now. It matters what he wants, and what he wants is my orgasm.
He pushes his cock deep inside me and holds himself up on one hand, so the other is free to let his thumb and forefinger delve among the folds of my pussy and take control of my clit. He rolls it gently between his fingers, pleasuring me so completely I think I am going to stop breathing.
I want to buck and writhe, but I cannot. His cock has me pinned in place internally, and I know better than to move my hands and break position.
His fingers on my clit and his cock deep in my pussy soon drive me to an orgasm that I am afraid to give full voice to lest I cause an avalanche and give our position away.
I clamp my mouth shut and emit a muffled cry as pure pleasure crashes through me, coming in waves that only intensify as he releases my clit, leans down over me, and keeps me in that open position, breeding me more thoroughly than I think I have ever been bred.
He buries his face in my neck as he comes inside me, his hips locking down against mine as he fills me in great spurting bursts of seed that fill me up and run out of my pussy. I am leaking his cum even before he pulls out of me.
“Keep your hands there,” he says, breathless. “I want to see you like that.”
I blush, but I do as I am told, lying on my back, my legs up and spread in the air, my well fucked and very well filled pussy now on shameful display as he looks down at me, seeing every detail of how red and swollen my pussy is, how roughly he has used me, and how his cum is spilling out of me and sliding around the folds of my lower lips.
“Beautiful,” he says. “No. Don’t move. Stay like that. I want you to know you’ve been fucked. And I want you to think about how you’re being bred right now, how that cum is traveling inside you, deep into your womb. You’re going to have a baby for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “I’m going to have a baby for… Oh, my…”
He has dipped a finger inside my pussy and is swirling it slowly, smiling broadly as he does so, knowing how sensitive I am, and how vulnerable it makes me feel to be toyed with this way.
Thor lets the pad of his thumb find my overstimulated clit and he presses down on it as if it is a button, while his middle finger continues to slide around in my pussy.
“I think you have another orgasm in you,” he says as I whimper.
“I don’t,” I say. “It’s kinda sore.”
“Oh, I know. And that’s what’s going to make it good. That’s what you need, isn’t it? Your tight, aching little cunt giving me all her pleasure. Come for me again, baby. I know you can do it. Show me how good you’re going to be for me…”
His words, coupled with his incredibly proficient touch, soon have me suffering another climax. It is forced from me with artful fingering, my aching sex protesting even as I feel the hot flush of intense pleasure racing through me.
“See? You don’t need Drako to feel sore, and small, and sorry,” Thor murmurs, cuddling me into his arms and pressing gentle, loving kisses to my temple.
I am starting to see so many new sides of Thor, and starting to understand I may be in even more trouble when it comes to him than I first thought.
I fall asleep in Thor’s arms knowing I love him, and knowing that I am loved by him.
We haven’t said the words, but there is a bond formed in the course of survival that does not need to be spoken aloud.
There will never be a moment for the rest of my life that I will not know how much I was loved in these, the darkest moments of my existence.
I don’t know if we will ever get off this planet.
Drako may give up searching and abandon us here.
I might fall pregnant and have to give birth somewhere between a troll and a faceless horde of unending hunger, assuming several breeding pairs escaped the Vikar strikes.
It’s not as easy to wipe out a species as the human race makes it look.
We’re usually better at doing that sort of thing by accident.
Time passes and we prevail in our freedom.
Deep inside the crevasse of mountain rock, Thor and I make another little home for ourselves.
I crave safety, and he provides every sense of it he can muster.
He cannot help the fact that this little camp reminds me of the cave we shared with Drako, and unfortunately that leads to a sense of nostalgic yearning from time to time.
“Have we survived a week?”
“Yes,” Thor tells me.
“And they’re still here, searching for us?”
“Yes,” Thor says again.
“Why can’t they fuck off?” I am whining, and I know it, but there is very little else to do.
“Because Drako cannot handle the fact that he, a master tactician, might lose to a firefighter. He thinks I am an idiot grunt. But I have out-played him at every turn, and he knows it. He has warship full of tech, and hundreds of men to deploy, and yet he cannot have us. It must be driving him mad.”
Thor’s smile is broad as he recounts his theory to me.
I have to admit, he’s probably right. Drako really thought he had us when the rescue ship that would have taken him off to hang for his crimes was blasted into a million pieces, all souls aboard lost in an instant.
The Vikar might be good at hitting soft, slow-moving targets, but they’re not as smart as they think they are when it comes to hunting the two of us.
“You love this,” I murmur to him, snuggling up on his chest. He is very kindly acting as my bed and pillow, lying on his back with a safety blanket wrapped around us.
Staying warm is difficult in the cave, but the depth of it helps, and the fact that the entrance is so narrow and offset from the corner where we lie helps too.
“I wouldn’t say love,” Thor says. “But yes, it is satisfying and motivating to know that every day we don’t give up or fuck up, that man has to face the fact that he…”
“What?”
My blood runs cold as a familiar, rough voice comes to us right in the middle of our gloating. It floats from outside the cave, it comes around the corner, and it assails our ears at the same time.
We have been found. Fate, it seems, loves to fuck you up right as soon as you feel proud of yourself. That’s the saying, I think. I don’t really know. My brain is scattered. All I really know in this moment is that Drako is outside the cave, apparently listening to every word we said.
“Fuck off!” I shout. It’s not a useful response, I know he won’t do it, and I don’t really mean it, but it is my gut reaction.
“Now now,” Drako rumbles from the exterior. “I think we’ve all had enough of this game of hide and seek, haven’t we? It’s time for the inevitable to happen. You’ve stalled long enough, Golden Boy. Are you going to come out? Or do you want me to come in and drag you out?”
“Wouldn’t be enough room for that,” Thor drawls casually.
“You can always come out in pieces,” Drako responds.
I feel a surge of protective anger for Thor. I know I’m mostly safe. I could be pregnant with Drako’s spawn. That gives me some leeway.
“Send the woman out first,” Drako says. “Then we’ll see what we do with you. Maybe we’ll seal the cave up with you inside and leave you there.”