“Except it’s not mine, baby. It’s yours,” I grunted, pressing it to her cunt. “This thick, cum-filled cock is yours as much as you are mine.”
Her toes curled behind her as I pushed inside, and I smacked her ass hard with the palm of my hand, making her buck against me. Fuck yes.
I needed her to feel my protection, my need, because of what had happened. And young though she may be, she was strong. I knew she was woman enough to take all of me. I ground my hips against hers, hitting her special place with the shaft.
“I will keep you pregnant until you can bear me no more children. Every night and every day, I will claim you as mine and keep all that would wish to harm you far away or I will put them in their graves.”
With one arm, I hooked her over her hips and pulled out slightly, making her think the roughest fucking was done. If only she knew. Without warning, I bucked with the force of a rutting boar as her pussy strained around me. Choking my dick as it gushed with its slick honey. I listened to her grunt and seethe as her cervix blocked further entrance to the tip of my demanding cock.
She screamed into the cushions of the daybed in pleasure and surprise. She was soaking me, making me more crazed, knowing my roughness took her to a dark place of pleasure as it did to me as well.
I took her nipples between my fingers as I drove into her from behind. My thigh muscles slapped hard against her ass with every drive. She made the naughtiest moans with every squelching pump.
“From this moment,” I said as I pounded her, “You’re mine. Is that understood?”
She moaned out an affirmative noise, but it wasn’t enough.
“Say it,” I roared, pummeling her with one hard drive after another, sure I would shoot her tiny body across the room with the force and pressure of the release building inside my balls.
“I understand!” she gasped into the pillow. “Please...”
She was young. She was going to require some teaching. “Say it,” I said again.
“I’m yours,” she snarled into the mattress.
“Fucking right, you are.”
I took her from every angle and in every direction. I fucked her on her knees, on her side, over the back of the chair. We knocked the tea kettle off the table. Herbs and whatever other drying plants Angelica had in bowls and jars covered the floor. I even lifted her off my cock, pressed her against the rough wall as I kicked a table onto its side and ate her sweet, flowing nectar until she begged me to stop.
I didn’t. I used her body like a tool for my pleasure. I lowered her from my face, slipping her spread folds down my chest until I impaled her on my cock, my fingers sinking into her lush ass, and lifted and lowered her body until I could bear no more.
My first orgasm was so intense that I nearly blacked out. All I could imagine was my baby in her womb, and me sucking milk from her full, dripping breasts.
Mine, fucking mine.
Over and over again I came into her, shooting so much seed into her pussy that my balls throbbed with each jerk and pulse. I paused, only for a moment, to check if she was still breathing, then I was releasing inside her again.
She went limp, but that didn’t stop me.
I fucked her to another orgasm, hers matching mine until she called me her king over and over and then I fucked her some more. I came so many times inside her that I lost count. The roughness and hardness of my life was no longer any barrier between us, because every battle had been fought in order to bring me to her, to bring us to this moment. I fucked away all her pain and all of mine.
And with each orgasm, I purified myself.
With each pulse of cum, I baptized her in my seed.
Sara
I came so many times that the only word I knew was his name. The only thing I felt was his thickness inside me. There was nothing else. No hurt from what had happened, no shame. Just him.
Just Bors.
His hardness was the balance to my softness, his years the wisdom my youth craved. His scars were the wounds I would heal.
His power and intensity took my breath away. The way he ravaged me was different from the way we’d made love before. Every action was wilder, as if my being in danger had unleashed his primal needs.
With each of the many new positions, he showed me new kinds of pleasure and new ways to tantalize my body and my mind. I absorbed his intensity, taking it deep within my physical being as well as my soul. He made me feel powerful and cherished, raw and uninhibited. With him, I made no apologies.