The Hunter's Pet: A Scifi Dystopian Romance

Covering her body with his own, he pressed his cock between her lips and began sliding into her pussy. She was tight, and he heard her gasp once or twice, but the sensation of her slick, hot, tight passage opening for him and wrapping around him was irresistible. She felt like heaven as he settled his cock deep inside her body and looked down into her sparkling violet eyes.

Looking up at him, she smiled playfully and ground her hips. A typical virgin she was not. There was no blushing, no complaints of discomfort. Her hymen was nonexistent, no doubt long ago disintegrated due to her highly physical lifestyle.

“I like this,” she said, nipping his nose lightly. She was already trying to goad him into a more physical love making, he could feel it in the impatient rising of her hips. He could have given way to primal instinct and fucked her like an animal in heat, but he wanted there to be some tenderness and order to the occasion.

“Good,” he said. “I like it too, very much.” Words seemed entirely inept for describing just how good it felt to be inside her. She was hot and she was wicked and each slow plunge of his hips bought with it fresh ripples of delight.

“More,” she said, greedily bucking her hips up against him.

“There's more,” he chided gently. “Be patient.”

Patience was not one of her virtues. She squirmed so much he finally resorted to holding her in place, one hand on each wrist as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her pussy.

“Everything is about control with you,” she complained, panting as his cock slid slowly in and out of her pulsing slit. He could feel her walls contracting around him, nullifying her complaints. She loved being taken. She loved being controlled. Even if she fought against it. Perhaps especially if she fought against it.

Releasing one of her hands, William moved to the side, pressed his fingers to the nub of her clit and rubbed gently, thrusting in and out of her with desperately slow strokes which would not allow her to reach the peak she was straining for. The sight of her tight lips wrapped around his shaft, her vulva swelling to accommodate his thickness almost put him over the edge, but he maintained control. Self-control was just as important as any control he might have over her, more so, even.

With the pads of his fingertips working in soft little circles, he watched her moan and blush. Her pale skin was flushed from breast to cheeks, her body's preparation for the orgasm which was welling inside her. He could feel it in the ever-insistent clenching of her walls. Pretty soon she was going to take what she needed, whether he allowed it or not.

Knowing that, he clamped one hand on her hip and began fucking her hard and fast. His balls slapped against her bottom as he plunged inside her, the frothing rising of his own orgasm rushing upon him as he ground against her tender pussy, using every inch of her willing cunt.

Sarah squealed with pleasure, holding onto him for dear life as her breasts jiggled with the force of his thrusts. She was cumming. The tight walls of her pussy gripped his cock so tightly that it was almost impossible to move in that hot wet space. Her cunt contracted against him, demanding his cum, drawing it out with the pulsing of her orgasm. He grunted her name as his hips locked and he thrust himself as deep inside her as he could go, bathing her unprotected pussy with pulsing eddies of seed.

It was the single best climax of William's life, and the aftermath, watching his essence slide from the well fucked lips of her eager pussy was a thrill he would not soon forget. She was so beautiful, so willing in the bedroom. He could not have been more pleased with his pet. He laid down next to her, stretched out on his stomach as the soporific effects of orgasm began to take hold.

She ran her fingers sweetly through his hair and looked at him with sparkling eyes. “You are my mate. A mate must obey.”

Her submission was pleasing, but William didn't trust it entirely. It had come far too quickly. “Well,” he said. “I'm glad you are planning to be more obedient from now on...” he trailed off, because she was shaking her head.

“You are my mate,” she said with more emphasis. “You obey me.”

William laughed. That did not seem to please her. She leaped up from the bed, covered his back with her nubile frame and sank her teeth into the back of his neck.

From pleasure to pain, the change happened so suddenly William was hardly prepared for it. Letting out a curse, he tried to dislodge her, but it was not entirely successful at first. She held on for dear life, punishing him with her sharp teeth. A trickling down the back of his neck told him that she'd drawn blood. That was the final straw. Dragging her off his back by her leg, he flipped her onto the bed and pinned her.