Page 120 of Prize for the King
“Be a good wife and take your husband.”
He takes my hips again and moves my body. I sob from the overwhelming fullness, yet do as he says, laying my palm on my stomach. He slides underneath with every measured thrust, and I let my head fall back, tears streaming from my eyes and into the hair at my temples.
He is soheavyinside me, bearing on my organs and muscles in the most unreal massage. My hand on top of him only adds to the burden. Whatever was clenched within me unclenches, but it’s still not enough. Oh, I’ll never be the perfect sheath for him.
“Such a sweet wife,” Magnar grunts. “There, love. Take a deep breath for me.”
I obey, and when I exhale, he pulls me to him with a fast, firm movement.
“Ah!”
I spasm with achy tenderness. He’s hit a very sore place inside, a spot that almost doesn’t bear to be touched.
“Mhm. Got half an inch deeper. We need two more. Keep breathing, love. We’ll go back to the classics.”
He repositions us until he braces above me again, his arm muscles corded and taut, grin feral.
“Did I tell you to stop? Hand on your belly. It pleases me very much when you touch me through yourself.”
I whimper, his words having the desired effect. I press my handto the unnatural bulge, shaking my head frantically when he begins to move with long strokes, almost withdrawing, then pushing in as deep as he can. My stomach undulates grotesquely, and I can’t look away.
“Why, oh why do you like it so much?” I sob, because it still unnerves me. Human bellies are not meant to move like this. It’s like finding an abnormal growth where before there was smooth skin. Abomination.
“Seeing myself inside you makes me feral. Be good now. Take a deep breath.”
I choke on it when he thrusts harder, and my entire pelvis ricochets with a deep, straining ache. He stops, and I gulp deep breaths, my eyes closed. Oh, I’m so tender all inside, but the tenderness has a bite to it, a sort of potential. Like a sore gum one can’t help but touch with one’s tongue, because there’s a perverted pleasure in the pain.
“Can you feel it?” he asks. “It’s just inside you. Need another inch for it to do its job, but it’s in.”
I am stretched open, my flesh pulsing from the violation. I shake my head, not feeling the knob.
“Need a moment. Please.”
“Of course. Hang on.”
He rolls us until I lie on top of him, and we both cry out from shock. His weight inside me bears on the front of my body now, his cock squished between me and his hard stomach.
“Oh, gods,” I keen, toes curled, body tight.
There is an overwhelming pressure inside me, like I have to release something, and all I need is one little push, just a little friction. I brace my hands on his ribs and slowly move my hips without lifting myself, because it’s crucial that we’re pressed tight together like so, yes, and all I need are a few thrusts…
“Stop, fuck, you’ll makeme…”
But I can’t. With one last clumsy roll of my hips, the pressure lets go, and I cry out, body spasming as wetness gushes from me, a liquid release, just like his. I shake, the waves ripping through me until all of it is spent, and I collapse, barely able to breathe.
“That was stunning, pet,” he says in a low, gritty voice. “Absolutely magnificent.”
I can’t answer him. My body is a boneless heap of twitching muscles stretched beyond human capacity. My pussy clutches him tightly, and even though the pressure has released, I feel another urge tightening my pelvis. If I keep lying on him like this, it will happen again.
“You have to… I can’t… Take another one…”
“There’s another coming, love?” he says, his voice growing deceptively tender. He doesn’t make a move to help me.
“It’s… Oh no… Turn around, or I’ll… So heavy!”
I sob into his chest, and Magnar braces. I shake with relief, but instead of rolling us back, he begins rocking his body. I scream, the pressure tightening like a vise.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
