Page 7 of Stalked By the Demon
“Please. Oh, fuck. Please, your tongue, let me…”
Without warning, his tongue hardens to a point and dips inside my soft ring of muscle. At the same time, he reaches around my front and grasps my cock. My orgasm hits me like atruck, and I collapse onto my face, ass still in the air, cock jerking as streaks of cum shoot into his fist.
Fingers press against my lips. “Dirty boy. Clean me up.”
I lap up my own spend obediently, gripping his wrist as I enthusiastically clean his hand. My hips stutter and jerk through the last shocks of my orgasm. It’s still not enough. I feel so achingly empty.
Moaning, I wiggle my ass in the air, hoping it's tantalizing enough for him. “Come on, you said you were gonna breed me.”
“What happened to the shy little creature? I let you release once, and already you’re a demanding brat.” He doesn’t sound annoyed, though. If anything, he seems more turned on. His large body drapes over my back, arms bracketing my head as he nudges the spongy head of his hard cock against my wet entrance. “You want this big cock in you, boy? Want me to fill this tiny hole and give you the relief you need?”
That sets me off. I can’t stop wiggling and moaning, wanting his touch so badly I’m afraid I’ll combust with it. There’s a wet sound, then a glob of spit lands between my cheeks and slides over my hot, aching hole. I blush at the sheer filthiness of it, but the man doesn’t give me the chance to be embarrassed.
The first finger in my ass makes me scream. He shoves it in without warning, still wet from my cum, curling and stroking until he brushes against something soft deep inside me.
It feels like heaven.
And, embarrassingly, a little like I have to pee. He prepares me roughly, adding another finger, then another, not stopping even when the burn threatens to swallow me up. Eventually, the pain subsides, and all that’s left is a never-ending pleasure that makes my balls draw up high and tight.
God, he’s so good at that. How many people has he done this to before?
The questions swirl around in my head like leaves in a whirlpool, before the fingers leave me bereft, my hole clenching around sudden cool air. I whine, but the sound is cut off when he grips my shoulders and slides his cock into me with one smooth thrust.
“Fuck!” I squeeze my eyes shut. He’s splitting me open with that thing. “Shit, shit, shit.”
“So tight. So warm. Your hole is perfect for me, sweet thing. Made for breeding.”
“Yes, please. Please, I want it so bad.”
With a guttural roar, he pulls back and then slams into me, so hard I see stars. It feels so much bigger than I thought. I try to breathe through the burn, tears prickling in the corner of my eyes, but I can’t hold back a panicked sob. He stills, then leans down to pet my hair.
“Shhh, sweet thing. You can take it, can’t you? Feel how hard I am for you, darling. You want my release inside of you. Let me fuck you like you deserve.”
The mix of soft and filthy is making my head spin. It does its job of calming me down until I feel boneless.
Eventually, I nod. “Okay. You can go hard now. I’m ready.”
He seems to take my command seriously. Again and again, he slams deep inside of me, rutting against me like an animal, the head of his cock driving into that special place with each thrust. A large hand grips my stomach and pulls me up, spread apart on his knees and impaled on his cock, his front against my back.
“So fucking beautiful. Never met a human like you, not in all my years. You know how long I’ve been wandering, waiting for this? Fuck.”
I moan, overwhelmed with… well, everything. The feeling of him ramming into me, his hands wandering under my crop top and across the little bulge of my stomach where his cock is, thesmell of earth and cinnamon and roasted corn, his filthy sweet words.
The man grunts, arms curled around my middle, and fucks into me like he’s never felt anything better. I bite my lip, my chest warming with pride.
I did that. I’m the one who made him feel that good.
His thrusts turn erratic, and he clamps me down onto his cock, driving deep inside me. “Good boy. Let me breed you, sweet thing. Sit there and take it. Take what I give you.”
My entire body feels boneless, and then he’s coming, his hot release painting my insides. The wet feeling of it filling me up triggers my third orgasm of the night, and I come with a tortured moan, slumping against him.
I’m so out of it, I’m barely aware of him lowering us to the ground until he’s curled around my back. He slips out of me with a quiet huff and presses fingers against my hole, pushing his spend back inside of me.
“You’re so hot,” I say reverently.
He snorts but says nothing else, allowing me to snuggle close to him like I need. My eyelids feel heavy. But I can’t fall asleep; my friends will get worried. Knowing Val, she’ll probably burn down the entire cornfield to find me.
Just a short rest. Then I’ll leave.
