“Marked by Power, Ruined by Desire”

He kissed me like he was drowning. Hands in my hair, pulling. Desperate and rough and nothing like I’d imagined.

I grabbed his shoulders, feeling hot skin and hard muscle under my fingers.

We fell onto the bed. His weight pressed me down, his chest against mine, every breath shared. The bond lit up like fire, pulling us closer, tighter.

“This doesn’t fix anything,” he growled against my throat.

“I know.”

“I’m still an asshole.”

“I know that too.”

His laugh was harsh. Then his hands were everywhere, pulling at fabric, skin on skin. Heat and need and the bond demanding more, more, more.

I kissed him again.

He drew closer to me, grabbed my waist, and drew me towards his body, deepening our kiss.

He ran his hands through my hair and kissed me, pulling at it a little. I loved it.

I loved the delicious pain I felt from it, the sensation coursing through my veins as our tongues intertwined and played games in each other's mouths.

I could feel my pussy tingling and the gradual wetness between my thighs.

I touched his lap and shifted to the erect rod between his legs. I reached to grab it, but he held my hand, stopping me.

"You'll regret it," he said in a raspy voice, still kissing me.

 

"I don't care," I replied.

 

"You should.“

 

"Fuck that.”

 

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and started to kiss his neck.

I bit his ear, then stuck out my tongue and licked his ear. His eyes widened in surprise by my boldness.

He pushed me back against the bed. I could see his hard on and giggled.

 

His rough hands were soon on my thigh, sliding up to my dripping forbidden fruit.

 

I moaned as he reached there. He slid a finger inside, bypassing my underwear and the slick arousal.

 

His first touch had been uncertain, perhaps because he was unsure it was the right place. But then he pressed down harder, making me moan loudly.

 

He laughed softly.

 

"You’re sensitive," he teased.

 

His finger was rubbing my clit, and my legs were trembling. Then he pushed his finger further inside, and I trembled. 

 

He put his second finger inside, and I held my breath because I knew if I didn't, I would scream so loud everyone in the mansion would know what was happening.

“Relax,” he said, kissing my cheek. 

 

He started to move his fingers and I could breaks stifle my moans. I felt so good as he thrusted and kneaded my pussy, preparing me.

“Argh! Ah! Angh! Argh!”

My pussy was sloppy mess. I had never felt this much pleasure in all my life.

 

But then he suddenly stopped and took his fingers out. I looked up at him in confusion.

He unzipped his trousers. 

 

I could not wait to have that cock in me. My eyes nearly popped out.

The massive veiny weapon stood before me. Is that real?

“What…what is that?”

He laughed.

“This is my weapon of mass destruction.”

He held it up and I could not take my eyes off it. I wanted it. I wanted it inside me but I was not sure.

“What if it kills me.”

“It won’t kill you darling.”

“It’s too big!”

“I’ll be gentle.”

I looked at it suspiciously for a few minutes but then I crawled towards it. My eyes were on it like it was a prize, my pussy tingling in anticipation of it.

 

What a whore I am.

 

“I’m all yours.”

He pushed me on the bed , grabbing one thigh. He then towards me.

Yet when I felt the head of his cock touch the lips of my coochie, I had second thoughts. Should we be doing this? What if things went wrong? This was the first time I was having sex and with a dick that big…

 

But all second thoughts fled as his cock slowly entered me. I screamed. 

I was right. He was huge. He stretched my pussy, and I felt like I would die.

“Argh! Angh!”

“Shhhhh!” He said, kissing my lips to shut me up, “relax.”

He pushed slowly further and I writhed in pleasure and pain.

“I can’t…I can’t…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“N…..No.”

“He kissed my neck, biting it a little. Maybe to distract me.

He soon entered fully into me.

“Argh!”

“Jesus. You’re tight. I can feel your clenching hard.”

“Ka…..Kael…argh!”

“Yes love, call my name.”

He started to move.

 

The first thrust was gentle and then he started to move faster and faster.

“Argh! Angh!” I moaned as he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrusted deeper into me.

I moaned as he fucked me, grabbing his bed sheets as my head exploded with pleasure.

 

"Harder…”

 

Kael increased his pace.

I wrapped my hands around his shoulders, enabling him to enter deeper into me.

 

His following thrusts were brutal. I was screaming. A mix of pleasure and pain. I loved it. I didn't want it to stop. 

We moved together, rough and fast and absolutely nothing gentle about it. His hand tangled in my hair, holding me still while he took what he needed. What we both needed.

Then he took his dick out of me and changed positions, flipping me over.

“Up,” he ordered.

I obeyed, raising my hips up, knees wide, dripping onto the sheets. 

He knelt behind me, spreading my cheeks. His finger was in my pussy again, in my tight hole.

I pushed back with a desperate whine. More. More.

 

“Greedy.” He said, slapping my cunt, the wet and obscene sound surprising me.

“This hole is all mine tonight.”

“Yes it is,” the dirty talk was turning me even more on.

He took out his fingers, wet and damp and dripping, lubed his cock with it, and pressed the fat head against my cunt.

Then he sank in, pushing into me.  

“Argh!”

He gave me no time to breath. He pulled back and slammed back right in.

My scream woke the whole house.