My orgasm was imminent, rushing toward me at an unstoppable speed. I clapped my hands over my mouth, muffling my cries of “please, please, please,” as my pleasure became torture under his sadistic tongue.
My clit throbbed under his fingers, and his tongue went so deep that my spasming pussy tightened around him. My toes curled in my boots, my cries choked up in my throat and all I could do was try to breath and somehow keep my soul from leaving my body.
“What a good girl.” He lowered me, and I lay dizzied on the grass, my eyes unfocused. In a blur I saw him pick something up, and he leaned forward to tuck my glasses back onto my face. He wiped drips of my cum from his chin and licked his fingers clean.
Then he stood over me, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding down his zipper. He took down his black briefs, and fuck – if there could have been any remaining doubt in my mind that he wasn’t human, the sight of his hard cock dispersed all doubts. His thick head had two additional ridges behind it, and a swell on the underside, making his girth terrifying. He gripped it in his hand, spat on the shaft and stroked as he bared his teeth at me.
With a dark chuckle, he whispered, “Try to run.”
I loved a struggle. He was unleashing my darkest desires one by one. I felt slow and drugged with pleasure, but I still tried to scramble up, as if I could actually get away. I crawled no more than a few inches before he seized me and pinned me.
“Pathetic.” His teeth nipped at my ear as he whispered. He pressed my head against the cool grass, his palm hot on my cheek, and with his other hand jerked up my hips so my ass was raised, ready for him.
“Do you want it, Raelynn?” His voice was a caress, as dark and dangerous as the touch of a snake’s scales. His cock moved over me, slick with my arousal. “Do you want me to wreck your little cunt?”
“Yes,” my answer was a groan, tight with anticipation and shaking. “Yes, please —”
His ridged head pressed against my entrance, then inside, every inch stretching me tightly around him. He hunched over me and dragged his claws up my back as he began to thrust. When he’d said he would wreck me, fuck, he’d meant it. The ache and stretch as he fucked into me would have had me struggling to maintain my position if he hadn’t been holding me in place.
Bent over, face against the grass, hips held in place by strong hands from which I knew there was no escape — I was absolutely dripping for it.
I’d never had a problem being vocal but, God, I sounded pathetic. Whimpering with every thrust, somewhere between words and animalistic cries. He’d fucked anything human out of me and left me just a shaking, needy toy for him to use.
“How does it feel, doll?” His fingers tangled in my hair, claws scratching along my scalp. “Use your voice, come on now. Or can you even speak at all anymore?”
“So good, fuck, hurts so good.” My tongue stumbled over those words. Language was just too hard. My mind was sinking fast into a space of hot, smothering darkness, but I was perfectly happy to suffocate there, happy to drown in ecstasy. I arched my back, leaning into him despite the ache. The feeling of his cock was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, ridged and swollen where no man’s could be, so that every thrust was shocking.
“This could be the fate of your soul.” He laughed sadistically. “All it takes is a simple bargain, and you’re mine. Mine to use and pleasure however I wish. Mine to mark, mine to hurt.” He pressed into me hard, so hard my moan was nearly a sob. Fuck, the pain made the pleasure so much sweeter. “It’s alright if you’re not ready to give up your soul yet, but you will, doll. You’ve already given in.”
He drove into me with long, steady strokes. I wanted nothing more than to have his cum inside me, filling me.
“Leon… give…give me…” I couldn’t get the words out. It felt too good. He pulled me up, so I was on all fours, grasped my face and squeezed my cheeks.
“What was that?” he growled. “Speak up, Rae, I can’t hear you.”
“I want…your cum…”
He squeezed tighter, forcing my mouth open. He slid two fingers inside, claws dangerously sharp across my tongue. My mouth was forced to stay open, salivating as he pressed down on my tongue. He’d made a mess of me in every way, and I could only cry out as his pace quickened and suddenly, I felt his cock throb inside me.
“Say it again,” he said, low over my back. His voice in my ear seemed to reverberate within my head and sing within my very blood. “Beg for it. Beg for what you want.”