I felt myself blush as I tried to collect my breath. His hand glided over my tits. "I thought you knew," I muttered.
He knew.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." He wagged his finger over my lips and dove back down. "I'm going to show you what it's like to come over and over again, critter. Now, let's open that cunt up for daddy."
"Oh, fuck."
He covered me with his mouth, softly sucking my hole and clit until he brought me to a state of pure emotion. His tongue wagged inside and out, and my wetness fell onto the soil below. I reached down and grabbed his head, forcing his tongue in deeper. "Yes, yes, yes," I cried.
All of these years preparing for the end times had caused me to miss out on so much experience. He was right there the entire time, right across the line of the Great Divide. It took us far too long to meet.
Love wasn't just something of the heart. It was deep and physical, a need that grew until it made you burst and scream. Love was savage and raw. Now that I had felt real pleasure, nothing could take the feeling away. I was hooked, and I wanted more.
He pulled back and inserted two fingers, curling them up to feel the soft and spongy throne that ruled over my pleasure-center. I bit my lip and forced his head back down, clit growing erect for his tongue to lap and rest on.
In one moment, he taught me what it felt like to be alive. Speedily, he brought me to a state of orgasm, of pure ecstasy and shock. I fixated my eyes on his growing cock and grunted, legs shaking against his coiled arm.
All it took was one moment. He became my temptation.
Lucian grinned. "That tight little pussy wants my fat cock, doesn't it?"
I lost control and fell into deep spasms. My pussy contracted over his twisting fingers. He was relentless on my clit, and I was submissive and allowing of all pleasure I could get. "You've shown me so much," I said, forcing my pelvis into the air. "Give me more."
Slowly, he slid out and slapped his wet fingers against my pussy, splashing onto his tongue. One more lick, and he tossed me aside. "Let's hope you can handle it," he said.
He forced me onto my knees, readying me for the harsh punishment I so desired.
"Hurt me," I said. "Give me all of your pain so I can make it your pleasure."
He bent me over to his liking, whispering words of adoration as his hands traced the shape of my curves. Bending behind me, he spanked and tasted. A harsh spanking required his palm to smooth and coddle.
I flinched as the sting rose against my cheeks. "There, there," he said. "I will teach you how to submit. I will show you the world and more. I will be your new daddy."
"Daddy?" I muttered.
I felt guilty for the feeling the word gave me, but it was so difficult to deny the wetness running down the backside of my legs. I couldn't turn away from my desires. I wanted this.
"I'll be your savage beast. Your protector. Your daddy."
He mounted me but did not enter too fast. Sensing my fear, he eased his mouth against the back of my head, kissing lightly. "Just breathe, darling. The pain will be quick, and soon, you will beg for me."
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I didn't want to protest and look like a shallow, little girl. Somehow, I knew this was what I was born to do. I was meant to meet him, to give myself to him so he could take care of my needs. He waited a lifetime for me. There was no one else in the world who would have waited like that.
However, this was something completely different. This was the most savage beast in the wilderness. That made it all the more dirty.
There was no preparing me for what I was about to experience. He ran his hand through my hair, twisting it into a thick knot. Firmly pulling, he raised the back of my head and grunted in approval. "That's a good girl. You are mine now, darling slut."
I reached back and spread my hole for him. "Say it again," I pleaded.
"Darling…" He pressed his cock against my lips and tried to enter. It was so tight, so unbearably impossible. I took deep and slow breaths to try and calm the muscles in my body. The narrow bottleneck of his crown pushed past the first inch, and it was so hard to take. I felt lightheaded but determined to have him.
"Slut," he cooed.
"God," I moaned. "Daddy, take me."
Famous last words.
He drove his hips forward and broke through my walls. My knees buckled, but he held me and forced himself in deeper. "Ugh," I groaned with pain and reached for my clit, but he slapped my hand away.
"Feel it," he said. "This is what you get for the rest of your life."
"It's not possible. You're too big," I cried.
He eased back and allowed me to take a breath, but it wasn't long before he thrust back in. The second push was easier, but the pain itself did not ease. It spread with my heartbeat, pounded against my core, and left me weak.
He spat and spanked my ass, focusing the pain elsewhere. For a third time, he slid in and rested deep within my center. Forcing my head to turn, he made me look at how much of him was inside me. I could hardly breathe anymore.
"I feel you," I said.
"No," he groaned and began to fuck faster. Harder and without restraint. "You only feel yourself. You are still selfish with your pain."
"Why must you go so fast?" I cried out.
"We have to be strong. Together, we have to rid ourselves of the past. In the future, there will be no tears, no cries, and no pain. There will only be pleasure from true sacrifice."
And then I felt it, the undeniable sensation that comes from acceptance. I accepted my pain, my trauma from losing my mother and home. My dad and his rules. It was all tied up inside of me, but Lucian was teaching me to leave that all behind.
We had to be different from the ones who raised us. We had to stick together. No one would understand the bond that was forming, but that didn't matter to me. This was the new world, the one that would be forged after the apocalypse.
Nothing would stand in our way.
He let go of my hair, but I forced back and felt every inch of thickness. With each punishing buck, he forced me open. His arms wrapped around my chest, holding me to his inches. Brutality was flowing through his veins, and his cock only seemed to grow inside me.
"Beg for me," he commanded.
I rolled my eyes up to his and dropped my jaw, inhaling huge gulps of fresh air. He fisted his fingers into my mouth and listened to my muffled cries as saliva fell across his knuckles. "More. Give me every fucking inch."
Letting out a pacifying roar, Lucian thrust out and forced me to turn. I knew what he wanted, so I opened my mouth and let him have it. My tongue lay flat and he tasted like my dripping pussy. I sucked up the filth and swallowed, stretching my mouth open to take more of him in.
He bottomed out against my throat. He gagged me raw and plugged my nose. I coughed but managed to keep him in for three long seconds before he let me breathe again. Collapsing onto the ground, I wiped my lips dry and went up for more.
"This is what you want? This is what you crave?" he asked me.
I nodded fast, hair falling over my eyes. "It’s what I dream of having for the rest of my life… daddy."
Leaning forward, he took my chin and kissed my sloppy mouth. "Mmm. You are so good to me already. I wonder why that is," he said.
"I want your come," I said. "I want to be filled. I want what I've never felt before."
He opened me up to so many new things, so many possibilities that I wouldn't have ever experienced. If my father was right, if the world was really coming to an end, as it seemed it would, Lucian was the only man able to understand me.
Our families would never get it. They would come after both of us, trying their hardest to eradicate the source of our comfort, our love, and our passion. We couldn't let them ruin this.
I held onto him and felt his passion rise. "Daddy," I moaned. "Give me more."
Lucian pulled away, using his monstrous hands to stroke his girth. He sighed with pleasure and lay down on the soil, urging me to sit. "This is your throne. Sit
and feel the power surge into your cunt."
His words caused me to squirm, and I wasted no time with sitting on the cock that taught me how to live through the pain.
"Yes," he moaned, hands cupping around my breasts, fingers teasing my nipples. "It is yours. Control it. Use it to come, baby.”
He spanked my cheek and waited for my ride.
My breath quickened. The rush of air caused a dizzying sensation. I fell forward and held onto his chest. He was so strong, so manly and ready for anything. God, why didn't I know of his existence sooner? We could have grown up together and faced our problems as a group. But because of our families, this time was all we had. The present was everything, and I wasn't going to waste it.
I was going to let him shoot his load inside me. I was going to feel every last drop. I didn't know what would happen months down the line, but I did know one thing. His baby… our baby, would change our families' minds. At least, I hoped it would.
I ground my pussy forward and back, letting my hair fly against the cold wind. I closed my eyes and raised my chin, proud of what was happening.
"You are wild. You are a fucking goddess," he cooed.
"I am," I said, smiling when the realization hit. "Yes, I am a goddess. I am free."
"Only with me can you be free," he said. "And we will have everything because of your trust."
"Oh… fuuuck."
The pleasure ripped through me, whipping through my heart like a soul tossed out into eternity. I was thrown into a bottomless ocean of come and ecstasy, wetness all around me, heat all around me, fire and ice through my mind's eye.
I rocked back and laughed, trying to hold on to reality, but it was near impossible to hold on to anything. I seemed to float into the heavens and fly above the cliff near the Great Divide, witnessing the lights of the city turn on, one by one. The sun rose, and I could see everything much clearer. Yes, it was the city I grew up in. There was still so much life happening, despite the dangers of collapse. I soared on until I felt my mother's grace enter my heart, and I swore I heard her whisper, "You are on the right path."
A tear fell from my eye as another round of paralyzing pleasure forced me back onto his lap and hands. There was nothing but us now, and that was okay because I knew that whatever came next would be important to the journey we had just started.
His cock pulsed inside of me, crown swelling to an unnatural degree. I rocked my ass back and held my pussy over him, and his grunts grew to a solid howl. His head came down and we kissed. That's when he gave himself to me.
He sprayed the inside of my walls and forced his hips up and back abruptly. His muscles grew tight and he let out sighs of deep pleasure and need. Over and over again, he lost himself, and I was relentless with my hunger for his seed.
He filled me and fell back, breathing in seething gulps of air. I kissed him once more, and he whispered, "We are one."
Our bond was impenetrable now. I truly believed that. There was no pain, only pleasure through understanding.
My pussy was dripping with his love. And somehow, I wanted more.
"Now, you know what I can give to you," he said.
"How?” I whispered and caught my breath. "It felt like I left my body. How did you do that?"
"You did it," he said. "You've been living a life for twenty-three years without allowing yourself pleasure. You’ve made it through the first level, but there’s so much more to know."
"More? Like what?"
"We will talk tomorrow. For now, I just want you close," he said.
We didn't sleep, but I didn't feel one bit tired. The sun was rising in the distance, and I fell into his presence and words of a better tomorrow. He told me that we were destined for something great. I needed to know what that greatness was and what part of me it would come from.
But as we lay cuddling and laughing ecstatically over finding something new and true, a crack rang out through the forest, followed by a series of harsh cries. It was my father and his, the trapper Lucian thought he’d killed.
Lucian
My mind was fucking racing.
"He can't be alive. I broke him. He was immobile when we left the cabin," I said.
More cries followed. My brother and my father. Her dad. There was a war going on between both sides of the Great Divide, and it was beckoning us back. I wanted nothing more than to be able to leave these dark and dreary woods, but I wasn't able to. I had a duty to perform. I had to end the family conflict before another innocent person got hurt.
I was alert and concerned. My plans had gone completely wrong. I thought our families could disassemble in peace, but he was still alive. That fuck who ruined my life was still waging war on the woman I loved, and I was sure my brother would help him.
My father was someone who forced chains around our necks. He was someone who kept his sons in cages. Like animals, we were fed scraps and treated despicably. He kept us sedated with various chemicals he bought in the city. Xanax. Seroquel. Whatever the fuck he could get his hands on to keep our minds numb and bodies imprisoned.
Yet, Kahn was happy to appease our father whenever it fit his needs. The incident ruined his life, but I couldn't feel guilty for wanting to leave anymore. Kahn had nearly gotten me and my mate killed. If I found he was going after Lilly's dad, that would be the last straw for our relationship. There would be hell to pay.
Where love should have been, a vacancy was filled by anger and hatred. Lilly didn't know too much about my long lasting obsession, but the only solace I had was her. Every night, I dreamt about our first interaction. I went over every minute detail in my head. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced she would despise me with every bone in her body. I convinced myself that I had to keep her prisoner, give her what my father gave me. Since then, I had found the error in my thought processes. She was someone with real goodness inside of her. I hadn't had too much experience with that.
She wanted me. For the first time in my life, I had found someone who could understand my pain. She knew who I was, and she saw the level of torture I had been subjected to. Oddly enough, she was the one who’d saved me. It was completely unexpected.
Still, as I carried her through the forest, back to the evil of my cabin, she became distant. Maybe it was because she knew our families would never come together. Maybe she was having doubts. I tried to ignore it, but if she left, I wouldn't have anything worth fighting for.
Above our heads, dark clouds began to form. Thunder rang out across the land. "Rain," I muttered.
We were close enough to hear the rustling of leaves. My brother roared in the distance and more gunshots rang out. "We need to hurry," I said.
"What will happen to my father?" she asked me.
I looked inward and sighed. I had to save him if I wanted her heart, but it meant risking my life. This wasn't a part of my plan. I wasn't in the business of reuniting her with her father. Especially since I knew who he was…
Did she know his connection to my state of being?
I kept running anyway and said, "He will survive. I will save him, too."
I would do it for her.
Heels on the ground, I made headway and slowed when I saw the standoff. My father was on one side, kneeling on the porch with his rifle. He fired a round and sat back to reload.
Her father lay behind a large rock, also aiming his gun. My brother was nowhere to be found, but I was sure that he was stalking him with great precision. Truthfully, I hoped this wouldn't erupt into the great war my father warned us was coming. I closed my eyes and prayed that the government agents he threatened us with were just that, threats to make us submit to his will.
Lilly opened her mouth. "Father—"
I quickly cupped her mouth and lowered her to the ground, placing my finger across my lips. "Now isn't the time to play hero," I whispered.
My father broke the silence. "Aiden, stand the fuck down. You're outnumbered."
I looked around for cover and ducked behind a tree. Wh
at was I thinking by not bringing a weapon with me?
"You broke the pact, Micah," Aiden, her father, said.
He was wrong. Both of them were. The pact had been broken by me first. Years ago, I had crossed that divide in the forest just to get one look at her. The pact didn't mean jack-shit.
Lilly forced my hand away, and though she remained silent, her eyes were wide with fear. The pact started with a simple handshake between two men and mortal enemies. All of that was coming to a head. She was learning too much about what had happened, too fast.
"Idiots," I muttered and shook my head.
Aiden stood and took aim. "Funny. I was going to say the same thing about you. The line was crossed. You took my daughter. We discussed this."
My father also stood and walked forward. He was bloody and could barely make it to the edge, but his aim was steady and true. "We’ve both been tricked," he said.
Aiden hesitated and nearly lowered his weapon. "What are you trying to say?"
And then, walking up from the other side of the cabin, my brother finally showed his ugly face. He stood tall, and his grin seemed to shine when a bolt of lightning broke through the clouds. "My brother is the one who took your precious daughter. Your anger should be reserved for him,” he said.
I shared a glance with Lilly, knowing that if I survived, I would have to tell her everything that I knew. The knowledge she'd gain would change her life forever, but maybe that wouldn't sting as much as I thought it might. After all, we were the victims of one large and wicked game, and we couldn't move across the board without knowing why we were there in the first place.
Aiden moved his sight from side to side, unsure where to center his aim. Both my brother and father started to walk forward, forcing him back until he hit the start of the hill down to his RV. He tried to get a footing, but it was clear he was imbalanced. They were going to rush him until he fell.
"S-Stop right there," he shouted. "Stop or I'll blow a bullet through your brain."
"Aiden," Kahn said, smiling. "Put down the weapon. We've been at a standstill for years now. It's time to put the pieces back in the box. You've lost this match."
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