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“You like to be fucked hard?” He growls against my ear. “Tell me if you like it.”
I exhale hard, trying to form words, but I can’t.
His thumb joins his finger on my clit, squeezing and rubbing from both sides, tugging, and I’m overwhelmed by the feeling, simultaneously wanting to beg him to stop and for it never to end.
“Tell me.” He growls, then he pinches my engorged clit—hard.
I scream, a high-pitched noise I barely recognize as my own. “Too much,” I cry out. “It’s too much.”
“I will stop when you answer my question,” he says, his voice almost cruel now. “Do you like to be fucked hard? If you don’t answer, or if you come again without permission, I will punish you. I will never stop pounding your cunt, or squeezing your clit. You thinkthisis too much? Just wait to see what else I can do to you. Just wait to see how it feels when pain and pleasure go on forever.”
Hot salty water streams into my opened mouth. I can’t sort out its source. Am I crying? As much as I’m in pain, I’m in ecstasy; as much as I’m ready for him to ease up, I don’t want him to stop—not ever.
This feeling… The freedom it gives me…
Everything else has vanished; all of my fears and worries are gone. There’s nothing in the universe except Zuben’s hard cock pounding in my soft cunt and his fingers tugging and pinching my clit. Nothing else matters. Nothing else exists in the darkness.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, and then he squeezes my clit even more tightly.
“It…” I say, faintly, my voice squeaking through the pain, trying to make words emerge from my body that’s consumed with absorbing his deep thrusts and by my efforts to stall my rising climax. “It feels so good.”
“Then come for me. Comenow!” His tight hold on my clit loosens, and it’s like all the blood in my body flows there at once.
His thrusts slow, but remain hard and strong as my body detonates around him.
I still can’t move in his tight grip, but at the same time I know that I am moving, my upper body thrashing, the t-shirt fabric stretching and loosening its hold on my wrists. I’m not sure I’m inside my own skin anymore.
If it was dark in this little cave before, it’s now too bright behind my eyes to see, as fireworks detonate in my mind, as my sex convulses around his rod, and my whole body writhes, milking out every last ounce of pleasure from an orgasm that seems like it might never end.
“Hey, hey,” he whispers soft in my ear. “I am sorry that I lost control, sorry that I hurt you. Truly. Calm down. I am here. You are safe.”
Tears stream from my eyes and my sobs nearly choke me, as he continues to slide slowly inside me, as my final few wracking waves of orgasm flow, now more like gentle ripples than crashing waves, but still overwhelming, all-consuming.
Zuben’s hands stroke my body, as if trying to soothe me, but then, as if the sex was a dam holding all my emotions back, it shatters, taking me down with its force.
I am broken, smashed, crushed under the weight of my body’s experience.
Chapter Eight
Zuben
What have I done?
After centuries of suppression, now that my cock has awakened, I cannot control it. Cannot control any of my urges that crave more and more and more.
My cock, my depraved mind, they both want things, despicable things that make me hate myself. Hate myself so much for what I have done to her already, and even more for the things I prevented myself from doing.
Her orgasm slows, rippling over my cock in slow waves that make my rod even harder, coax me to do unspeakably cruel things to her tender body, but I clench my jaw and force myself to slowly withdraw from her cunt’s tight hold.
The head of my cock escapes from her body, and a ragged breath emerges from her shuddering chest. I pause a moment, supporting her, letting her recover. But I need this pause even more for myself. I need time to tame the vicious monster inside me, the monster trained to inflict pain and to take it. The monster I spent years working to contain.
I rub my cheek on her sweat-dampened back, trying to remind myself who she is, who I am, or rather who I became once I escaped my Makers and forced myself to reform.
I went centuries without sexual gratification, knowing what such pleasure would awaken inside me. And now I’m back at square one.
After the first time I fucked Ember, I swore I would never let it happen again. But after years of burying my true nature inside me, now that my cock has been so abruptly and thoroughly awakened, I fear I may never be able to suppress my base urges again.
Ember has triggered this monster inside me. Clearly I do not possess the self-control to be around this woman. And there lies my bigger problem, because even if we were not trapped together inside this cave, which we are, I know that I will never be able to leave her—not ever. I will protect her forever with my life.
