Page 22 of Wednesday

The pleasure built, slow but inescapable. I was not ready. I panted, clawing at the blankets as the waver rose high and higher.

“Morrow!” I moaned frantically.

His tongue wiggled out of my ass as the pleasure finally peaked.

“That’s it, My Carmen,” he growled in my ear. “Give me everything.”

My pussy clamped down on his stroking fingers and slickness gushed out of me. I felt it drenched my thighs and everything beneath me. Morrow snarled. His fingers slipped out of me and something larger and hard immediately took their place.

I choked on a scream as his cock began to push inside my spasming pussy. He was big, bigger than I realized, and not shaped like a man. Only an inch past the tapered head, his cock widened into a bulbous knot.

“W-wait!” I moaned.

It popped inside me and I cried out. He slowly pushed deeper, the bulge massaging my inner walls where he had already used his fingers. I felt pressure against my entrance again.

"Morrow!" I whined. "W-what--?"

"Everything," he purred.

With my thighs pressed together and he crouched over me, there was no escape. The thought should have been terrifying. I moaned as my pussy spread wide to accept a second and then a third bulbous knot of flesh.

By the time I felt Morrow's hips pressed against my wet folds I was shaking. I had never been so full. My pussy ached enough to bring tears to my eyes, but I clenched around him hungrily. Demanding more.

Morrow brushed his lips over the back of my neck. “Good.”

I shuddered.

He shifted his hips and I choked out a moan.

“I think you can tolerate more now,” he mused.

I screamed as he pulled back and those three knots popped out of me one by one. I went limp, giving in completely. I could only moan when he shoved forward again. The filthy squelching of my pussy was loud in the small space. The second thrust was easier than the first.

The third made me scream his name. His hand slipped beneath me, long fingers circling my neck to jerk me back into each thrust.

“Do you know what I thought when I first saw you,” Morrow purred in my ear.

I whined.

He continued as if I had answered. “I would burn for a human like her.”

I sobbed out his name. “Please,” I begged.

“And slaughter anyone who touched you.”

My orgasm ripped out of me. I screamed as my vision whited out, my entire body snapping tight. My pussy clamped down on his cock so hard he was forced to wait. His fingers twitched around my throat before sliding down my body to gently caress one of my breasts. His claw skimmed a nipple and I cried out.

“Beautiful,” he said, seemingly to himself.

He lifted me enough to shift my clothes down to my ankles and tossed them aside. My legs were free, but I was too overwhelmed to do anything with them. Morrow grabbed my thighs, shifting them further apart so he could push deeper. My entire body jerked.

“Look,” he rasped, gently turning my head to the side.

I squinted through tears to see an antique mirror sitting in the corner. It captured us perfectly. I sight of his pale, inhuman body crouching over me made me inhale shakily. Whatever Morrow saw in my expression made him rasp a laugh.

His grip tightened on me and he effortlessly sat back, perching me across his thighs. His cock twitched as I writhed in place, shifting my hips to feel those thick knots moving inside me.

I watched us in the mirror. I had not realized how much larger he was. I was not a short woman, but his body was long and lean. I looked like a doll perched in his lap, helplessly chasing my pleasure. Our eyes met in the mirror. He raised his hand to stroke my cheek, down over my heaving breasts, to where we were joined.

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