“I know,” he whispered raggedly, and plunged himself inside her.
Roxanna’s tortured scream echoed jaggedly throughout the entire cave. Hot blood burst to life inside her, spilling wrathfully over his shaft. He had broken her hymen with one thrust and managed to penetrate her nearly halfway. The walls of her channel caved in on him desperately from all sides. With a muffled grunt he pulled back almost completely and then thrust again, adding another inch. She screamed again, louder than before. He was ripping past places yet untouched by flesh and still dry from her virginity.
Darian could not wait for her to adjust: his pressing need was too great, and it overrode any compassion or guilt he should have felt. Again he withdrew and again he thrust another inch, withdrew and thrust back another inch, another inch, each time eliciting from her breathless, piercing shrieks of pure agony. Seven inches of him had invaded her and still he had not gone deep enough. More blood was leaking hot and thick over him, coating him with a fluid that would help each next plunge become easier for him. He pulled out and burrowed in once more, twice, thrice, four more times – and he was inside completely.
Roxanna’s steaming body was clenched around him like a trembling fist. Burning tears were leaking furiously down her cheeks; she had squeezed her eyes shut against the nightmare. Darian’s shaft was well and truly inside her, pressing cruelly against her unused walls and stretching her gateway past the point of pain.
After a pause, her attacker began his assault again, this time with a set rhythm. Another push and his pulsing head was pressing against the wall of her womb. For the next several endless minutes he pumped steadily, withdrawing himself halfway and ramming back in completely. Roxanna’s insides throbbed sorely from misuse, and the lips of her sex felt they could cry out from the sensation of splitting apart. With every thrust, her entire body was rocked back in its chains, tearing the skin of her ankles against their cuffs. She clenched her teeth with all her might, but the dizzying sensations of her bleeding feet and her cramped thighs and her battered vagina were too much. It began with a whimper, then a choking sob; and then before she knew it, she was crying out again like a broken animal every time he slammed back in.
Darian lunged forward again to lift her head roughly to his by the hair. He gave her another deep kiss, tonguing the roof of her mouth down to the back of her throat. It was overwhelming and surreal, gagging on this mammoth man’s tongue while taking his shaft all the way up inside her.
With her mouth locked prisoner in his, Darian freed his hand and began to knead her breasts. They were sizable fleshy, completely smooth in complexion, and the nipples were already stiffened from the winter wind. He gripped one nipple in his clawed hand and twisted, making her gasp and cry out against his lips. The sound only aroused him further.
He moved his other hand lower to the place where they were tightly joined. Deftly his fingers sought her button of pleasure and flicked teasingly at it. She jerked and whimpered again into his mouth.
Like that, don’t you? he mused.
She seemed to come to herself again briefly. Get your hands off me, bastard!
His laugh rumbled deep into her throat. That’s not what your body is telling me, love.
He flicked his finger again and circled leisurely around her clitoris, rubbing it every now and then, making her writhe under his oppressive weight as much as her chains would allow. All the while he had been consistently thrusting in and out of her, pounding against the obstruction of her cervix. Originally he had not thought the human could take him, but now he saw he had been wrong; her body was betraying her, constricting madly around him, milking his shaft and drawing him in deeper.
A shudder went through him and he halted, holding himself perfectly still. And then pulled out. Her opening slapped closed with a lewd squelching sound.
Thanks the gods, he will not make me pregnant with his monster –
Ah, calling me names, now, are we? he chuckled. Not yet, love, not yet. In due time. Patience is a virtue.
Her breathing spiked again. Darian tore away from her mouth, only to plunge his coated and still pulsing member down there instead.
Roxanna’s throat contricted in another silent scream. Tears burst freely from the corners of her eyes again; they had flown open at the pain of the intrusion into her mouth, and now her glistening irises stared up accusingly at him.
Darian winked and smiled.
Please! Stop! I cannot breathe! STOP! I will surely die!
He shook his head, weary of her complaints. “Once more, my lady, I urge you to relax. You will not die…yet. For now, you must suck on me and lick me clean, like a good slave.”
His hypnotic voice compelled her somehow to obey. She found that if she forced herself to breathe deeply through her nose, it was not nearly as bad as it had first seemed. But Darian was merciless and sought only his pleasure; barely a moment after she had begun to adjust, he pulled out and thrust in again, slapping his head against the wall at the back of her throat. Her eyes rolled back, and she gagged with a loud belching sound and felt new tears spring to life. Her jaws stretched farther and farther apart to accomodate his girth, and in jagged desperation, she forced her compressed tongue around the side of his shaft to let more air in to breathe. The effect was disastrous: more aroused, he only sank himself in deeper, as deep as he could possibly go.
“Splendid,” he gasped. “You were born a natural, love.”
Roxanna tasted the bitter rust of the blood from her own hymen spillled all over his member. It was mingled with her own sweet and salty liquid from her vagina, the evidence of her aroused body’s betrayal. Darian rocked back and forth encouragingly, sawing his flesh in and out between her teeth, each time striking against the walls of her throat; his hot balls were slapping vengefully at her chin. When she could not seem to gag and suck fast enough, he seized her ears between his claws and smashed her face into his balls faster and faster, over and over again. The unbearable weight of him resting on her chest constrained her breathing even more. Her tongue floundered around, scraping at the surface of his penis frantically for escape, but only succeeding in sending him over the edge.
He gave a raw gasp and shuddered once, and then he was spewing burning hot liquid like sickly sweet melted wax into the back of her throat. Gagging, Roxanna bucked and thrashed her head, but Darian’s large clawed hands were buried in her hair in a second to immobilize her as he succumbed to the throes of his ecstasy. Stream after stream of his seed shot out of him, smearing her mouth with its sticky obscenity. Her nose was thrust up against the coarse black hairs around his balls; if she didn’t swallow now, she would surely die. This she knew without his telling her anything. She swallowed.
Yes, love, yes. Perfect! Keep on swallowing.
Rage overtook her, and she clamped her jaw down, hoping to sink her teeth into his flesh. But his meat was as solid as stone, and if he felt any pain, it only heightened his arousal.
Four minutes later, his loads of semen were still coming in at a furious, wanton pace. Roxanna felt her belly beginning to distend inside with the blazing heat of cum he had deposited in her.
Darian roared with the last jet of seed he shot down her throat. Then, panting, he lay still with his penis yet inside her mouth, resting his spent body for several more minutes. How terribly long it had truly been since his last woman! But he was up for a long night – possibly the longest night in his history, for he truly enjoyed this captive – and he would have to regain his energy for later.
At last he stepped back, sliding his softened shaft from the wonderful depths of her mouth. Roxanna’s jaw ached as he abruptly exited; milky cum spilled out and dribbled down her chin. Chuckling with an expression as warm as a friend’s, Darian swiped the offending liquid from the corner of her lips and slipped the tip of his finger between her teeth. She was too weary to resist, much less attempt to bite him again.
“That’s it, love. Taste my sweet love juices again. Swallow.”
Weakly she shook her head – and wailed brokenly at the sudden, violent pain exploding at the side of her head when he cuffed her with his palm, outstretched claws barely a hair from shredding her skin.
“Swallow!” he commanded again.
Roxanna took a deep breath through her shuttered throat, closed her eyes, and dipped her head forward to suck his finger and swallow. Everything tasted rancid and rotten now after the heat of their sex, and it took all her willpower to force down the rest of the cream from the mess inside her mouth.
“Perhaps a bit of wine would help it go down?” he murmured suggestively.
Roxanna could only stare stupidly at him, dazed in her disbelief. Wine? After all he had done to her? What game was he playing?
Darian cast her an elegant shrug. “I see. So the lady would prefer we repeat this process without refreshment.”
“No-o,” she croaked out. “A drink. I need…drink.”
Darian ignored her and turned, readjusting his dragon-scaled gauntlets and gazing at them contemplatively. Then he moved further away toward the shadowed corner of the cave, where the glint of metal in the now faint sunlight told of goblets and wine laid out on a flat slab of stone on the other side of the pool.
Roxanna’s panic crested. “No! Please!” she screamed, hating how she felt like an animal. “P-please, I beg you! I need a drink.”
“Ah…” The familiar odd smile flickered again across Darian’s face. “Much better. I’m afraid I could not hear you the first time, my lady. And here we are.”
He had returned, bearing with him two silver goblets engraved with the foreign slashes of the ancient runes. She eyed them fearfully, as if wondering whether the etchings held spells to her demise.
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