I turned to run, but he was so much faster than me. I never stood a chance.
I didn’t even make it out of the cavern before he gripped me around the waist and slammed me down on my back on the mattress. He didn’t caress me slowly; his hold was hard, bruising, and entirely savage. He braced himself above me, staring down at my eyes for a split second before his lips fell to mine.
This wasn’t about foreplay. He was going to take me, whether I wanted it or not.
I shouldn’t have ignored his warnings. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer now.
His kiss was brutal, his mouth demanding my submission to him. His tongue speared into my mouth and consumed me. He pulled back for a short moment, his eyes roving up and down my body, ravenous for more.
I didn’t know how to react. I was scared. I didn’t want him, but then I did. My body screamed to fuck him, but my mind recoiled.
“Please, don’t,” I begged.
He didn’t speak or reply in return. Instead, his lips kissed me more savagely. Instinctually, I tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. He was on top of me, large, powerful, and about to fuck me and I couldn’t do anything about it.
He nipped at my throat, his tongue curling against my skin salaciously and I breathed low, my flesh tingling with electricity at his touch.
His mouth laved at my breast, his hands roving over me as his thumb brushed over my nipple. My back arched and I moaned softly, unable to help myself. My skin felt like it was on fire, the heat of his flesh pressing against mine.
My core throbbed with reluctant excitement. My fingers and toes shook with anxiety.
Would he kill me? Would he just fuck me and then let me go when he was satisfied? I didn’t know. I could bet he didn’t know either.
My breath ripped in and out of my lungs, my rising panic and desire twisting into one.
Fuck. I couldn’t get away. There would be no escape for me.
He growled again, only this time the sound was much lower in his throat. Like a purr, it settled me just a little and I didn’t fight him. He did it again and my pussy clenched with need.
My blood felt like it was about to boil out of my veins. His touch was like fire, moving across my skin and taking what he wanted, squeezing, pinching, and claiming every last inch as his. His movements were like that of a predator, about to ambush and take down his prey. There was something decidedly feral about his demeanor.
And for some ungodly reason, I found it rather hot. I was getting turned on at the darkness in his eyes and the fact that I had lost complete control. No matter what I did now, he was in charge. He was much bigger than me, stronger, faster, and exceedingly more powerful. I didn’t stand a chance. His body towered over mine, consuming and utterly terrifying.
His knee pressed down between my thighs, spreading me open before him. I tried to close them, but his thigh was thick and muscular and way stronger than I had anticipated. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t in control. He was a beast about to mate and I was the only one who could satiate him and that both terrified and excited me.
I felt the hard club of his cock press against my thigh and my breath caught in my throat. I whimpered, but it sounded more like a moan. The closer it moved to my pussy, the more I wondered if I actually wanted it. Did I?
I knew this was going to be an experience like I’d never felt before. I knew he was going to take me hard, that it was going to hurt, and that he was well past any reason or semblance of control. I knew that he was only acting off of instinct now. I should have been more scared, but my aroused desire coursing through my veins was numbing me to it.
If I would survive this mating remained to be seen.
The unknown of it was making my body throb even harder. I tensed, as his other knee spread my legs even wider. He paused for a second and his gaze perused my body. He ran his fingers over my stomach and then ventured down further, gliding along the wetness captured within my folds.
He grinned with seductive power. I shivered with passion and fear.
I should have known that this would be a possibility if I had moved toward him. I knew that I should have run and gotten out of that cave the first moment I could, but somewhere, deep inside, there was a part of me that wanted to see what would happen. Wanted to see if such a powerful beast could be tamed.
I knew now that thought was foolish.
My pussy was wet for him. I was turned on by an alien beast of a man, a genetic experiment of the government. The story of Echelon 67 had turned into so much more than I could have anticipated.
My legs tensed around his waist and I whimpered with shame. He grinned with victory.
“Don’t,” I begged, knowing that even still, I was lying to myself about what I really wanted. He didn’t listen and somewhere deep inside, I adored him for it.
He purred again, and I moaned, my blood yearning for him.
“Fuck, Axel,” I whispered.
He leaned forward, his hard cock brushing against my mound. Instinctually, my hips arched toward him and I couldn’t stop it. He nudged against my clit with his shaft and I cried with need. Electric desire pulsed all throughout my body, begging for more with my every breath.
Suddenly, he pushed my shoulders down and his hard cock slammed into my entrance. He wasn’t gentle or kind in his movements. He took me rough and hard, stretching my pussy with the massive size of his cock in a single monstrous movement that left me reeling. It hurt, and I cried out, but with the slickness of my own arousal, he was able to slide into me to the hilt. I whined with shame.
He speared into my core, the head of his cock brushing against the limit of my depths and I moaned.
His hips rocked back and forth as he thrust his cock in and out of me, the look of sheer animalistic delight on his face obvious. Slowly, his pace began to increase, and he really began to fuck me then.
Rough. Hard. Slightly unhinged and with complete lack of control, his movements were steady, sure, and entirely instinctual.
My arousal began to build. His cock filled my channel, his massive girth stretching me as I have never been stretched before. Every surge of his dick inside me hurt, but in a way that the pain was quickly morphing into intense desire. My clit throbbed with want. My entire body begged for it.
He pulsed inside me.
He held my hips and used them for leverage, my legs spread around his waist almost as if I was asking for more. It was then I noticed a small secondary cock-like structure emerging from between his legs. It curled around my skin, seeking and searching until it suctioned onto my clit.
I jumped in fear.
Within the tiny suction head, little cilia tickled at my clit and my eyes rolled back in my head at the decadent pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it before.
Like little feathers, the tendrils brushed and teased my clit, forcing every semblance of whatever fight remained in my body far, far away. It remained steadfast on my needy bud, even as he fucked my pussy hard and I was helpless to the pleasure cascading within me.
Helpless and entirely more willing than I was a few minutes ago.
Even as I struggled against the fierce onslaught of pleasure, I felt an orgasm rising up within me. Unfettered and unable to hold it back, it surged forth like a tidal wave, taking me and my ecstasy on a rollercoaster of emotions that I was powerless to fight.
Unsure if I should actually enjoy myself, I struggled with the rising need within me. My core throbbed and my skin heated to a feverish level.
My first release crashed over me and I was utterly consumed by it. There was nothing other than my pleasure and the sheer bliss racing through my veins. His grip tightened on my skin, his cock fucked my channel, and the small suction part latched on even harder. I screamed, and I found myself pleading for more.
I didn’t want it to stop and I was deeply ashamed of that, of the way my body was singing under his wild nature. My thighs were drenched with my arousal and he remained just as hard as before and there was a part of me that began to worry about that. How long was this going to last? He didn’t even seem close to being done.
Hard. Fast. Visceral.
Everything about his movements was savage.
The tendrils caressing my clit never stopped and I keened with my need. My core pulsed and once again, I felt another orgasm building in the wake of the last.
Uncontrolled. Unwanted. Uninhibited.
Fuck. I was going to come again. I could literally count on one hand the number of men who had ever actually made me come, and there were absolutely zero who had made me orgasm more than once. Not even with my own fingers had I ever achieved such a feat, and this man was about to do it without even trying.
Holy hell. My hips rocked back and forth, taking his cock deeper and deeper than I ever thought possible.
My legs shook and squeezed around his waist and his grip tensed on my hips, digging into my skin. I knew he was going to leave a mark on me, but I didn’t care. I was desperate for my next release. My core was painfully tight, and it throbbed with need. The little cilia tickling at my clit left me no room to fight back. My release was coming, whether I liked it or not.
I shook with pleasure and cried out as a second orgasm tore through me.
Liquid fire rippled through my veins, white-hot and decadent passion that I had no power to fight. My pleasure was entirely his to control.
Wet sounds of our fucking echoed around me and I moaned with shame, embarrassed by how much my body was reacting to being taken against my will. It was scary how much I was turned on by this and it was difficult for me to reconcile with it, even as his club-sized cock continued to fuck my pussy, hard and fast and without mercy.
I shook with my desire.
As my orgasm began to fade, he showed no signs of slowing down. My body was hot and more aroused than I had ever been, and he was the cause of it. My clit pulsed, the feathery tendrils becoming rougher, more demanding and I knew my ordeal wasn’t going to be over anytime soon.
I shivered with anxiety, yet still, my wet pussy was clenching around his cock, milking him for more and almost begging him not to stop. It was like I was insatiable and so was he.
A third orgasm followed and then another. Before I knew it, I could hardly tell one from the next and it just became a whirlwind of pleasure, desire, and ever-building need. I couldn’t even form words anymore and the sounds coming from my lips sounded like a cat in heat, unrestrained and visceral in nature. The sounds echoed off the walls of the caves and Axel responded in kind, with growls and purrs that set my body off like a siren.
I couldn’t think, I could only feel.
Decadent desire. Reluctant pleasure and the need for more. It was never enough. I only wanted more with every lasting second and the more I wanted, the more I begged for.
I didn’t think he was ever going to stop.
I began to grow delirious with my passion, so caught up in the throes of desire that I lost track of time, space, and what he did to my body.
After more orgasms than I could possibly count, he finally slowed, his fucking turned steady and calm, even a bit luxurious. My greedy cunt clamped around his cock, desperate for more of it.
The suctioning head of the smaller cock was firmly attached to my clit. It felt like even though I’d come countless times, I still had energy and the desire to continue. I wondered if my body could handle even more of it. I didn’t think I was going to have a choice.
His hands wandered up my belly and caressed my skin. I shook under his power and he pinched at my breasts.
Fuck. This was so hot.
My breasts rose and fell, my heartbeat pounding in my chest. I wondered if he could hear it too. Slowly, he pulled out of me and I moaned with disappointment.
My pussy was sore, but still, I craved every last inch of his cock. I told myself I didn’t want any more of it, but I knew I was lying.
His eyes smoldered and he grinned with a dark look. He paused for a long moment. I should have been scared. I paused, watching him, waiting for what was to come next.
Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed me about the hips and flipped me onto my stomach and I yelped with surprise.
His fingers drifted up and down the curves of my ass and I whimpered. He squeezed my cheeks, painfully hard, and the breath tore from my lungs. What the hell was he doing? No man had ever touched my ass like this before and I didn’t know what to do.
Slowly, he gripped my ass and spread me, and I squealed with surprise.
Shamefully, I moaned, unsure if I was excited or just embarrassed at the fact that he could see a part of me no one has ever gazed on before. To compound my shame, his thumb caressed over the top of my asshole and I squealed, doing my best to try to get away.
This was wrong. It had to be.
In response, he growled and smacked my ass, hard enough to really make it hurt.
I bit my lip, whining under my breath as he touched me in the place where he wasn’t supposed to touch.
“Please. Don’t touch me there,” I begged.
He growled low in his throat, the sound turning into a purr that only functioned to make me melt before him. His small suctioned cock head had stayed attached to my clit, twisting and turning with my body no matter the position it seemed. The feathery tendrils tickled my clit hard, more persistently and it was with a very deep shame that I realized I was getting wetter even as he was spreading my ass cheeks apart and staring down at my forbidden channel. Dear god, what was wrong with me?
His fingers dipped down into my arousal, dragging it backwards as he rimmed it around my asshole. The moment he discovered my wetness, he purred loudly in excitement. I moaned, and he lifted my hips up so that I was on my knees, forcing me to present my naughty hole to him as a result. I moaned with my shame.
I struggled to maintain position and to not clench my cheeks together, but the moment he pressed his cock against my back channel, I tensed with fear.
He was going to fuck my ass.
Slowly, he pressed against me, and I fought against him, earning more than one hard, punishing slap to my ass until my bottom hole lost the battle against his cock. His massive head very slowly popped inside me, and it was enough to make me cry out in both shame and in slow burning pain as he took me as he pleased. Using me for his pleasure and ignoring my protests otherwise.
I felt every last inch of him enter my asshole, and despite my reluctance to even think about deriving pleasure from such a wanton act, inevitably, I felt myself rising up in ecstasy once again.
“No. Fuck. Please,” I begged, not really knowing what I was asking for anymore.
My pleas went unanswered.
His hips began to rock back and forth, dragging his massive cock in and out of me slowly, steadily before beginning to increase in tempo.
At that moment, I knew whatever moment of clarity and temporary gentleness he had just had was now gone. His body temperature increased, and I heard his growl rumble deep in his chest, a sound I was now connecting with his arousal, excitement, and alpha nature.
Now he was going to mount me, fuck my ass as hard as he wanted, and I whimpered as his pace steadily built, faster and faster in my tight hole. I squirmed beneath him and the suction on my clit increased in pressure. I moaned as it teased me, forcing yet another orgasm to begin its ascent once again.
I fought it. I didn’t want to come while his cock was pressed deep into my asshole, but as the seconds passed, I knew that I wasn’t going to have a choice.
I moaned. I squirmed, and I whimpered, but blazing hot pleasure pulsed through my core. My wet greedy cunt squeezed around empty air, desperate to be filled as well.
He fucked me hard, rougher than before, and I could feel him losing control utterly and completely. He was like a savage, taking what he wanted, when he wanted, no matter what. His hips slammed into mine and had he not had a viselike grip on my waist, I would have shot forward. I could hear the loud echoes of our fucking and shivered with shameful desire.
I shouldn’t want this.
My need grew larger still. I pleaded for more.
I wanted to come. I wanted to come with his cock deep in my ass. The thought was so wrong, but at the moment, it was all I could focus on.
The suction grew impossibly tighter and wetter until it felt like a tongue laving at my clit. I shook with pleasure and I cried out, another orgasm tearing through me yet again.
Soon, I was delirious with my ecstasy. I knew nothing other than the pleasure coursing through my body.
Hard. Fast. Consuming.
I lost all realm of thought.
I only knew that his body was on mine, and that mine was deeply enjoying what he was doing to me, every last inch of it. I knew that I never wanted it to stop. Ever.
Orgasm after orgasm consumed me.
At some point, he flipped me once again, slamming back into my pussy, taking me so hard that I bounced from his efforts. He pressed his body down onto mine and growled low in his throat, my tits painfully hard against his chest.
I felt his cock throb inside me, expanding a short way until it felt like he was embedded into me. Tendrils like the one on the suctioned portion of his cock made its way into my channel, up and down, and my world exploded with pleasure.
There was nothing that could have prepared me for the mind-blowing ecstasy that was to come next.
His cock throbbed hard, entwined with the walls of my cunt and then, his hot seed spurted up inside me, glob after utterly glorious glob. It felt like it was never going to stop.
I swore I saw stars.
I screamed and moaned, his cum coating my channel again and again, settling deep inside my pussy. One orgasm rolled into the next and eventually, I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to stand the strength of them. My hips rolled and my back arched, every muscle in my body in a tense limbo that I couldn’t break free from.
Ecstasy. It became my everything.
When the spurts of his seed finally came to an end, my body began to calm, just the slightest bit. We stayed hooked together for a long time, until eventually, the suction left my clit and the tendrils holding his cock in place inside my pussy receded. I opened my eyes then and saw a look of serene calm pass over him.
I almost cried when he pulled free of me. Whether in shame, sadness that his cock no longer connected to my body, or in exhaustion, I’d never know.
He collapsed next to me and pulled me close.
My eyes fluttered closed once again and I knew no more, my fatigue finally catching up to me.
I didn’t even dream that night. I knew nothing beyond the blackness that consumed me.
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