“I never thought I would feel a virgin’s embrace until my wedding night.” He started to push even harder, stretching my hymen to the point it was nearly torn.
Probably not even then if you lived in my lifetime...
He pulled back and I could feel my hymen collapsing forward again, but the relief was only temporary. He thrust himself in harder, crashing into my hymen with his glans and stretching it further than he had before. He gave his hips a quick jerk and then it was ripped from the inside of my pussy and shattered against his cock. His cock stretched the torn flesh and it stung as I felt myself being penetrated for the first time. He pulled back and went a little deeper, pushing his cock into me until the head disappeared inside my pussy. He repeated the motion several times with his abdominal muscles tightening each time he delivered another thrust. There was excitement inside of me mixing with the fear that the penetration awakened. The saliva that mixed with my orgasm made it easy for him to push his way into my pussy, but my tightness resisted his advances. He kept forcing his way in, a little more each time his hips moved closer to my pelvis. My breath got faster as the pleasure picked up for him and I knew he was enjoying it, even if he wasn’t able to bury his entire length inside me. The thrusts got faster and his face turned to a stare of mounting bliss.
“You feel so good. I thought I could remember how good a woman felt, but nothing compares to this.” He pulled back a bit and then pushed himself inside of me again.
“My body belongs to you...” I reached down and let my fingers rest on his abdomen. “Use it for the pleasure you’ve been denied for so long.”
It was clear he didn’t need an invitation, but he started to get faster with his thrusts and push a little further each time. I wasn’t feeling the same pleasure I felt when his lips ignited the first spark inside my body, but it did started to feel good as he got deeper inside of me. The pace was making my pussy quiver with anticipation and the pressure of being stretched started to give way to the excitement building again. He kept going deeper, thrusting his enormous cock into my virgin pussy until I suddenly felt a swarm of pleasure surge through me.
I didn’t understand it at first, but when the pleasure took me to a new height, I realized he had hit my g-spot. I had read about it, but never understood how amazing it could feel to have it stimulated. His cock stretched my g-spot and pleasured it with every motion and the world seemed to fade away in the heat of that moment. His body crashed into me like a tidal wave of titillation each time he slid between my thighs. He went deeper, but the pressure was practically non-existent as my body continued to crave my next orgasm. I heard a growl erupt from his throat and then I felt him hammer his cock with a hard thrust that sent every inch inside me. He let it linger there for a moment as I adjusted before he started to slowly move it back to the entrance. He let it remain there for a moment before thrusting it in again.
“I never imagined it would feel this good!” My hips shifted against him, forcing my pussy to devour his length each time he went deep.
“It isn’t over yet.” He grinned and lifted my legs towards the ceiling. “Now I’m going to make you scream.”
“You already did once...” I looked into his eyes as he leaned forward against me and started kissing my neck.
“That was nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you.” He licked my earlobe and then started to pick up the pace of his thrusts.
His lips were scorching hot. The caused the fire to rage out of control within me as he hammered his cock into my pussy. The pace was so fast and the fury was so thunderous that I thought the stone floor beneath the bed would crack with the impact of his lust inside of me. My body couldn’t control the pleasure that surged through it. It felt like we were connected, melded together against the pelt. The cold in the room was gone, replaced by nothing but the heat of our bodies and the perspiration on our brows. His body begged for the first release it had felt in centuries and mine wanted to feel the eruption of his passion. I was trapped in bliss that was so overpowering I thought I would suffocate in the heat of our embrace—and I didn’t care. I wanted to feel his smoldering kiss for eternity and hold onto him until time itself faded to nothingness. He continued his furious thrusts, opening up the rose of my virginity into a blooming flower that begged for his lust. My emotions collided with my desires and both created a magical feeling that I never knew could wash over me. My body reacted to every inch of his cock, spreading my pussy as he pounded me so hard my lips went numb and my toes curled.
“Yes!” A squeal went through my lips followed by a scream that didn’t stop.
His lust was building to a fever between us. I could feel his dick throbbing deep in my pussy and my body was ready for another powerful release. He lifted up like a titan towering over me as the former beast ravaged my pussy. My body turned into a ball of pleasure and I could feel my orgasm building to the point of no return. His grunts turned to a growl as his cock started to pulsate. He went deep with a loud roar and I felt him explode inside of me. He withdrew as cum surged through his shaft and coated me with his ejaculation. My body reacted to the hot, burning release of his desire and I started to orgasm. It was a feeling of control slipping away, my body becoming consumed by nothing but lust. I screamed louder as his hammering cock got faster while more cum exploded inside me. My pussy began to spasm on his length and before the first orgasm was done, a second started on top of it. He continued to cum and I squeezed his cock as the two orgasms became one enormous release of pleasure. He finally started to slump forward and my body started to relax. He took me in his arms as he fell onto the bed beside me. The light in the room seemed to become a swirl of color as my pulse finally started to return to a normal pace.
“If I die tonight, I die a happy man.” He pulled me closer and wrapped me in his arms.
I don’t want you to die.
Chapter 8: Gill
I hadn’t heard passion like that in so long that I had forgotten what it sounded like. I had no idea how Alexander ended up in bed with Anabelle, but the sound was unmistakable. Randall walked in with a deer slung over his shoulder and cocked his head towards the stairs for a moment before walking into the kitchen and starting to prepare our meal. Boone’s eyes were wide when he walked into the living room and looked towards the direction of the sound. Our eyes met for a moment and then he walked into the kitchen to help Randall—not that he needed it.
I sat down in front of the fireplace after tossing a few more logs onto the pile. We were running low again, which meant we were going to have to sacrifice our lives to get more. Every time we had to leave the castle to get more supplies from the surrounding forest, our rose wilted and we started to get sick. If we returned, it would come back to life, but as one unfortunate beast had demonstrated when he tried to escape, death was a certainty if we stayed gone for too long. All it would take was an injury or a wolf attack that we weren’t prepared for and our life would be over if we didn’t make it back in time. I heard footsteps coming from the direction of the east wing and when I turned towards the noise I was put on guard immediately.
“Who the hell are you?” I jumped to my feet and prepared to fight. “Wait—Alexander?”
“Indeed.” He smiled and walked over to the fire. “It is quite cold without my beard.”
“You no longer look like a beast.” I raised my eyebrows. “You look normal.”
“I had forgotten there was a man underneath that muck.” He shook his head and walked over to a broken mirror that had been shattered as long as I lived there. “At least I will leave this world wearing the face of the man I was before I was cursed.”
“I guess we should all be so lucky.” I let out a sigh and walked next to him, tugging at my hair and beard.
“Anabelle is an amazing woman. I was wrong to put her in a cage.” He turned towards the kitchen where I saw Randall and Boone staring at us in shock.
“You’ve claimed her then?” I walked back to my chair.
“She isn’t mine to claim. I will not keep her here in this castle any longer. If she wants to go, she can go back to her family.” Alexander walked back to the fire. “I ask that you honor that wish if I am gone before she is. I will not hold her prisoner, but I do hope she remains until my days are at an end.”
“Of course.” I nodded my head in confirmation.
“I’m not leaving.” I heard a voice behind me and turned to see Anabelle walking into the room. “When I was in that cage, all I wanted was freedom, but now that I am out—I don’t want to leave this place.”
“You’re not cursed.” Alexander’s brow came together with a hint of unhappiness on his face. “You can go back to your family.”