Page 14 of Brutally Mated
Tabby
I thought for sure he would never dare touch me with the shades of the night all around us. He seemed the most scared of them all. Something has shifted, though. He is looking at me and I see real need in his eyes, a hunger that demands satisfaction.
He reaches out and draws me toward him with much more confidence than I would have credited him with, and he nuzzles my face with his lips.
“Let me fuck you,” Thorn murmurs. “Let me take your sore pussy.”
I find myself giving into him, allowing this sweet seduction to happen. It’s only fair that he should get to enjoy me given the others have both had me. He lays me down on the ground beside the fire, and when he slides his cock inside me, I let out a soft whimper.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs in my ear. “You are such a good girl. You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
“The lad has some game,” one of the elder two says. I do not know who. I do not care who. Thorn has my face cupped in his hands, locking my attention to him.
Horrors writhe outside the barriers of the fire while the young alpha makes passionate and slightly sadistic love to me. His teeth rake down my neck, not biting, but showing me his potential to snap. He lets go of my face and instead grips my hips to ensure that they stay still.
“I’m going to breed you,” he growls. “It doesn’t matter what nasty things are coming for us. I don’t care if we die. I’m going to fill you up because you belong to me.”
I whimper as he thrusts deeper and harder still, stretching the already aching walls of my pussy with his cock. His voice has a sort of hard edge I hadn’t noticed before. There’s something metallic and scraping in it, something furious and I’d even say old.
I am too busy being fucked to fully understand what is happening to me. It is hard to think or to feel anything besides the simple animal sensations of the body while being roughly mated.
He comes inside me, his knot thick and brutal. I breathe a small sigh of relief, knowing that means I will have some time to recover now he is satisfied. He shudders, his fingers gripping my ass cheeks with hungry need as he pushes deeper and deeper. There is animal desperation in his need to come.
My whimpers turn to plaintive cries as he remains inside, then starts moving again. I feel his hands reaching for mine, pinning mine above my head, his body holding mine in place so I cannot move as he takes a second, rougher round inside my body.
The others move to intervene. At first I think they might be coming to join, to fill my tender ass, or to make use of my mouth, but a big hand descends on Thorn’s shoulder.
“Ease up on the girl. She needs a break,” Krall orders.
It’s the first time I’ve liked him in any way for any reason. My pussy feels as though it is on fire. Every new thrust makes my legs tremble and my eyes water.
“No,” Thorn growls, his limbs tightening around mine, his cock stabbing deeper inside me. “I’m not done.”
“You’re done,” Skor says. “She doesn’t want another round.”
“I don’t care what she wants,” Thorn snarls. He’s like a feral creature, fixated on the act of coming inside me at all costs.
“Get him off me!” I cry out the words, and am fortunate that the two wolves with more age and sense inside them respond immediately.
His first knot has softened now. He is no longer stuck inside me, and that gives the two elder wolves the chance to tear him off me and give him a good cuffing and beating.
“When she’s done, she’s done,” Krall lectures as Thorn writhes around on the ground between them, his erection bobbing painfully around with every contortion of his muscular body. I wonder if he will shift to avoid their discipline, but he doesn’t. Instead he argues.
“You didn’t care what she wanted when you mated her. You fucked her with almost no foreplay! At least I waited until she was soaked with seed.”
He rushes back at me, and I see that he is not himself. There’s something mad behind his eyes. Something that does not come from within his own animal brain, but that entered the circle before I put the sigils up. It must have been lurking, watching through his gaze until it had the chance to use him.
There is only one thing to be done.
I snap the power of the skies at him. A bolt comes from the heavens, striking him directly in the chest. He falls backward, his cock flaccid, his eyes wide, a blue bolt running from the base of his neck to the apex of his thighs.
“The gods!” Krall exclaims in shock. “She’s killed him.”
“He’s not dead,” I say. “He’s just sore. He won’t be able to move for a while. You can leave him like that. It’s quite safe really.”
“Are you okay?” Skor moves to me. “Did he hurt you?”
He did hurt me. And I am not okay. I am overwrought. I am ravaged. I have two loads of semen in my pussy and one in amore shameful location and there is every chance a demon just took its chance to enjoy my no longer virginal flesh as well.
