LOGINNero
You know when something wrong -- just feels so right? So right that you can't help how much you crave it. That's how this.... thing, with Milena feels. Her hands are a blur as they yank up her dress and shove under it. A humming, whining sound comes from her throat as her arms jerk, fingers rubbing hard under the fabric. Seeing her on her knees, precum and spit all over her face, throating my cock while she frantically rubs her clit, desperate to come, pushes me over the edge. With a groan, I ram deep into her throat and then pull out. Milena gasps for air, thick strands of spit dangling between her lips and my cock as I wrap my hand around it and stroke. It only takes two pumps before I feel my balls draw up tight. "Open that pretty princess mouth, baby," I groan. She moans as she opens wide, a look of pleasure on her face as she rubs her pussy. The first rope of cum lands hot and heavy across her tongue. The next one on her lips and chin. I hiss darkly, pumping my swollen dick as more and more cum spurts across her face, until she's dripping with me. "Fuck!" She screams, convulsing on her knees, coming against her fingers. When I see that, my cock stays rock-hard. I want more. A lot more. A blood-red mist clouds my vision as I spin her around and roughly push her face-down onto the cot. Milena gasps, shivering and breathing heavily as I yank up her torn dress, rip her panties down her thighs, and kneel behind her. Christ, she's fucking soaked. Even in the dim light, I can see her pink pussy is dripping, glistening with her arousal as I stroke my cock and line up behind her. She moans when I rub the swollen head over her messy cunt and push it across her throbbing hard clit, making her shudder. Her breath catches sharply as I drag my head up, through her glistening lips... Then higher. Her body goes rigid as I rub the slick head of my cock over her asshole. "Nero-" I spit on her ass, using my thick head to rub it into her tight little hole, madness surging inside of me. A lust for power and control over every single part of her. Maybe my darkness found its match in her. Or maybe this woman just makes me insane. "You're going to reach back," I growl, rubbing my head against her clenched back hole, feeling it pulse against me. "And you're going to play with that little pussy while I pry this tight little hole open with my cock." A choked sound wrenches from her throat, a moan she's almost afraid to let out. I spit on her ass again, getting it nice and slick as I stroke my cock and center the head against her puckered hole. Milena's hands-not one, both-instantly shove underneath her and reach back between her legs. Her breath is coming fast, her body trembling as she frantically rubs her pussy. I grit my teeth, that red mist still clouding my reality as I push harder against her unyielding little ring. "Let me in, princess," I hiss, feeling her clench and spasm against my head. "The more you resist, the more I want to bury my big cock in your slutty little asshole." She chokes out another wrenching, strangled moan. Her fingers are a blur between her legs as her breath hitches and her body shivers. My palm smacks her ass, making her yelp and moan. "Stop fighting me, baby. I'm not going anywhere until I'm buried balls-deep in this tight fucking hole." I grit my teeth, my fingers digging into her skin as I push a little more. "This ass is fucking mine," I growl. "So let me in to my fucking hole." Milena chokes a strangled, haunted little moan. Then I feel her ass unclench. Good girl. My head slowly pushes into her, my cock still slick from her spit and my cum as it pops inside, sinking through the last of her resistance. "Hnnngg!" Fuck, the sound she makes as I push inside almost makes me lose my mind. It's the sound of utter submission. Of her feeling me take the very last part of her. Knowing how fucking mine she is. That low, whining whimper hums in her throat as I slowly start to push in deeper, cramming another inch up her hot little asshole. Her hands start rubbing her pussy again, her legs trembling as her back arches. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." She's chanting it like a mantra as I slide another inch inside her. Then another. Darkness swirls through my consciousness as I reach up and grab that fucking ponytail. She moans when I do so, her back arching as I sink deeper. "Your greedy pussy takes me like such a whore," I groan. "But this little ass still wants to fight me, doesn't it?" I grunt as I push deeper into her, stretching her hole open. "Go ahead and try to fight me, princess. I am going to take it. And I'm going to keep taking it until you're my moaning, begging, desperate little anal slut." Another inch slides in. Then another. I groan, looking down to where her back hole is stretched tight around me, like it's trying to strangle my dick. Her hands are still buried between her quivering legs, rubbing her slick, wet pussy as gasping, choked little moans tumble from her mouth against the cot. Her feet twist and turn, her body trembling as with a groan as I sink the very last few inches all the way up her ass. "Unnngggg!" she grunts. Her head is twisted to the side, resting on one cheek. Her eyes are shut. Fuck me, the look of need on her face sends my blood roaring. My body throbs and hums with dark hunger as I slowly draw back. Milena whines, rubbing her pussy faster as her asshole grips my dick and wrings the blood from it when I slide out of her. "Hnnng-fuck!" she squeals when I push back inside, burying my fat cock up her ass to the hilt. "There you go, princess," I growl, pulling back and then pushing back in as savagery claws at the corners of my reality. "Taking it up the ass like a such a good girl. You're such a good little anal slut for me, baby." Out. In. Clench. Squeeze. I fucking love the way she normally moans-a high, tight, little whimper. But right now, the sound that claws its way out of her throat is different. Guttural. Feral. Choked and needy. A low, deep, aching moan that drives me fucking wild as I start to fuck her ass harder. Deeper. Making her take every fucking inch with every goddamn thrust of my hips. "Where's my cock, Milena." She chokes on a cry, her face crumpling as she rubs her pussy wildly. "Where." Thrust. "Is." Thrust. "My." Thrust. "Cock." "My ass!!!" she squeals as her body wrenches and twists, her feet kicking wildly, her back arching. Fuck me. She just came. I groan as I ram back into her, my hips crashing into her ass with a slap. "My goodness," I growl. "Did my little slut just come with my fat cock up her ass?" She's sobbing and moaning, whimpering as her body ripples and clenches around me. I grit my teeth, snarling like a wild animal as I grab her ponytail tighter, yanking her head back and making her back arch. My teeth grit as I fuck her ass harder, pounding into her until she starts to go fucking berserk under me. "Where's my big fucking cock, princess?" I snarl. "My ass!" she screams. "And who does this slutty little hole belong to?" "You!" she chokes. "My ass is yours!" "Mmmm, fuck!" I hiss. "Such a greedy hole, taking that fat cock like a good girl." "Use me!" she whines. "Use my ass, please!!" The last of my restraint breaks. The final barrier between me and madness falls. I know-I've always known, because she told me years ago-how badly Milena craves submission. How her "thing" is having control forcibly taken from her. But this feels like going a step further. Control utterly surrendered. Complete fucking submission. On her knees in a cell, chained up, bent over a cot with her panties around her knees, my cum on her face, and my fat cock reaming out her ass as she rubs her pussy. "I'm going to use this tight little asshole whenever I fucking want," I snarl as she moans again. "Because what you are is my eager little fuck doll, Milena. With willing little holes for me to use, and fuck, and cum in whenever I want." Her body tenses, her breath coming in ragged bursts as her ass clenches so tight around me that I can't hold back any longer. I pound her ass like a madman, my hips crashing into her over and over as she rubs her pussy. Suddenly, she spasms beneath me. "Hnnnggg-aahh!" Her entire body wrenches and jerks as her orgasm slams into her-so hard that her legs actually give out and she collapses against the edge of the cot. I groan, pinning her in place as I ram into her and finally let go, my whole world going white and blank as cum explodes out of my dick. I've never come like this before. It feels endless, a wave that just keeps crashing against the shore over and over. My cum spurts deep in her hot little hole, pump after pump, rope after rope. I literally cannot stop coming as she squeezes, milking every drop from me. Milena is limp on the cot, her whole body trembling. Her breath comes in tiny, choked gasps as I slowly pull my cock from her ruined little ass. I leave her with my cum dripping down her leg as I turn and walk out of the cage. Forcing myself not to look back. Not to care. Not to run to her, kiss her, tell her it's all forgiven, that I love her. No.Elara The mahogany floors of my father's estate felt cooler than I remembered, a stark contrast to the stifling humidity of the summer afternoon. I was home from my junior year at the university, and while my father thought I was back to rest, I was actually back to hunt. 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