Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Armand
I pause for a moment, deep inside her, my lust all but entirely clouding my head as I claim her, my mate, the woman I would and have killed for. I will not have her insulted. She will be respected if the whole chateau needs to run red.
Is this how she sees me now? As monstrous?
It does not seem to dull her need for me. The moment I stop, she starts moving on me herself, sliding her tightness down my shaft, breeding herself. When she whimpered and said it hurt, I sensed she did not want me to stop, and now I am certain of it. She wants to enjoy the pain and the pleasure. She wants to feel everything.
And if I have to be a monster to give her everything she wants and needs? Protection, pain, pleasure? I’ll be a monster as long as she wants me to be.
Is she afraid of me now? She says not, but how could she not be, having seen such a terrible thing unfold in front of her, and now the beast who did it is deep inside her, taking her again, using her tender pussy for his pleasure.
I feel her inner walls gripping me, I see the light in her eyes, and I smell her arousal. She likes this. This is the most receptive she has ever been, holding nothing back from me, giving even though I know it hurts.
Her whimpers are soft music to my ears, her surrender is a joy. She fought me so hard when we first met, she ran from me, she denied me her truth, but I don’t feel any of that fight now. All I feel is her total sexual submission.
“You’re going to come for me,” I growl. “You’re going to come as I breed you, filling this sweet, owned pussy up with my cum.”
I feel her suckling at my neck, and I am almost certain that motion is not designed to please me as much as it is to get every drop of blood from my skin.
She is a dark, twisted little thing and my cock throbs all the more for the realization. Fucking her feels like being inside my own personal sexual universe. We match on levels neither one of us are consciously aware of, paired at a core anchor of our very beings, and there is nothing I would not do for her.
The feeling only intensifies as my orgasm comes upon me, rushing from my brain and my balls at the same time, every part of my being focused on knotting and rutting inside her until she is so full of me she cannot be anything other than bred.
“You’re going to swell for me, you’re going to take my seed, you’re going to be the mother of my whelps, and she-wolf of this pack. You’re my everything.”
She makes no verbal reply, but her little animal sounds, moans, groans, and grunts are enough to spur me on, the sound of her pleasure making me desperate to hear her peak.
“Yes! Armand!” She screams my name as orgasm fires through her, my knot stretching her pussy lewdly wide, trapping her on my cock. “Oh, my god, oh, my fucking… oh…”
I kiss her temples, stroke her hair, and reach between us to rub her clit, forcing her to keep the orgasm rolling around my knot. I know it can be painful to take, especially when she has only recently been bred for what I have to assume is the first time. This is rough treatment for a virgin, but I think she likes rough handling. I think she craves it.
She bites her lower lip, chews at the air, grinds and squirms and moans as my fingers continue to circle her clit harder and faster, spurring her onto another orgasm.
I feel her pussy grip my knot again, I feel her tremble all over. I see her sweat and hear her moan and I feel rushes of possession and pride as she responds to my touch as I demand.
“It’s too much,” she moans. “It’s all too much, it’s sore, but… no, don’t stop!”
I chuckle as I pull my fingers away, only for her to beg for me to put them back. I oblige her, because there’s no reason not to keep her in this particular physical prison. I can feel her soaking my knot as it begins to subside, her wetness and my cum coating my cock and then her thighs as her ongoing wriggling desire keeps her desperate for stimulation.
I slide my fingers inside her, rubbing up against the inner wall closest to her belly button, curling them up to find her secret little spot and forcing one final squirting release from her, after which she begs me to be careful as I pull my fingers from her swollen, ravaged sex.