by Rose Francis
It wasn’t the response he was expecting, not at all. In fact, only a lust-addled mind let him utter the words in the first place instead of pulling out and cumming as usual. But the tight clench of her cunny walls was more than enough, and after their exhaustively long lovemaking he squeezed her whole body in his arms and moaned aloud. With a shuddering intensity he spasmed inside her, flooding her depths with his thick seed, the orgasm seeming to last an eternity after so long of a buildup.
Her entire body quaked, knowing the risk she was taking. But she was taking it with him, and something inside the back of her mind was positively delighted at her lack of self-control—or the change in her mind. She held him so tight, as if she were afraid of losing him. She wanted him near her so badly, and nothing about him being finished lessened that fact.
Long after he was done, his member twitched and spasmed inside her, drooling just a bit more of its pearly-white essence. And Leon never pulled away, just held her in his thick, comforting arms protectively. It was a special night, he realized that, and squeezed her across her breasts and chest, kissed her neck and nestled in against her. He didn’t want to break the magic of the moment by doing or saying anything that would endanger it.
They somehow found sleep, enwrapped in one another’s bodies, surrounded by the scent and fluids of their copulation, messy and content. It was as deep of sleep as either could hope for, warm and protected in the safe commune, in one another’s arms. When finally dawn broke, Tia stirred with the sounds of the camp, her body feeling so delightfully sore as she slowly nuzzled into Leon, not wanting to wake.
Chapter 11
The gentle nuzzling awoke the giant of a man, and he blinked at the bit of light that was beginning to seep into the room with dawn. Still entangled, he squeezed her body against his and gave her lips a firm kiss as he stretched out his thick, cramped muscles after a night of sleep. “Best night of my life,” he muttered in a gravelly morning voice.
She refused to open her eyes, even as she agreed with him. “I don’t wanna wake up,” she moaned, rolling onto her back and glancing at him with a small smile. “Wow, so... that was all real, mm?”
Grinning a bit, he leaned over, nudged into her cheek, pushing it out of the way before kissing her neck again and then propping himself up on one elbow. “Damn well better be,” he said, looking over her gorgeous form in the morning light.
Her hand rose up, stroking along his strong jaw, taking in a deep breath. Her eyes were lidded, and she looked so peaceful and calm. She had a glow about her that screamed of her happiness. “When are you leaving?”
With a roll of his shoulders he took a deep breath, his chest swelling. “I dunno,” he said. “Gotta talk some business with someone this morning, but no more than twenty-four hours at most,” he said, looking to her with a bit of disappointment at the thought of leaving her side.
She nodded, looking instead grateful just at the extra time with him. She had obviously been assuming that he’d be leaving today, from the way her arms draped around him. She glanced toward the half-curtained window, then back at him. “When do you gotta leave?” she purred, her eyes only partially opened, “And when will you be back?”
With a wry grin, he squeezed her body against him. “Promised to meet ’em first thing,” he said. It wasn’t uncommon he met with people in the community for private “commissions” or to deliver some package or letter. “But we should meet again before I go, even if I end up taking off today.” He brought his face down to hers and kissed her on the lips. “We could meet up again this morning.”
She kissed him, though it was a bit chaste and embarrassed. “Morning breath,” she explained as she pulled away, covering her mouth a little. The apples of her cheeks rose up, even as her smile was hidden from him. “You do what you gotta. I’m gonna see about gettin’ breakfast goin’ for my two wards. I’ll talk to Faith... maybe... before you go? I mean, she has her boyfriend and I don’t know when you’ll be back next. And you know how fast things move around here.”
He’d forgotten all about that! Getting up, he started gathering his clothes, which were flung to the four corners of the room. “Now for that, I would stay the extra night,” he said, shooting her a sly grin. “Count me in, Tia,” he declared.
She smiled, looking so relieved as she got up, grabbing her discarded baby-doll and pulling the silky white material over her head. “Thanks, Leon.” It was as though he was truly doing her a large favour, gratitude apparent in her tone. “We’ll be around all day, probably getting Christian set up with some clothes and introducing him around. You find us when you’re ready.”
With a nod he set about getting dressed and cleaning up. As crazy as his appointment was, he didn’t want to show up without a bit of cleaning up. Once he’d tidied and freshened, he set off, however, hands in his pockets as he made his way across the little community of cabins toward the one he’d trysted with the woman last night in.
It was still just post-dawn, and though there were some people around, he didn’t run into anyone he knew well and they just let him on his way. However, there was a head peering out from a window in the cabin he’d met the cultist the night before, and the door immediately opened, revealing the petite Asian. Her eyes narrowed at him, her arms folded under her chest. “Where have you been?” she hissed, looking over him crudely. “I hope you’re potent,” she added on. She was quite the crass young thing, and she was wearing the same outfit as yesterday, though she hadn’t bothered with the socks. The black crop top peaked at her puffed nipples, her pleated skirt just landing beneath her ass as she turned to walk into her bedroom. “Be quiet, my roommate is still probably sleeping, lazy brat.”
Leon wasn’t fazed by her outburst. He just took in the woman’s physicality, noting her aroused state, and followed her on in. The moment he was within grasp of her, his hands went to her hips. “Don’t you worry,” he murmured deeply, “the job’s probably already done after last night, but I’m plenty virile.” He pushed himself in behind her, the pronounced bulge of his cock against her rear. “Came over as soon as I could.”
“Yea, well, you better be fresh,” she stated boldly, but her body soothed at his touch, her ass grinding against him slightly. “I confess there’s so much more variety I’d like to do with you, but that will have to come about later. For now”—she swallowed back her hesitation—“we should simply focus on ensuring our shared lineage. I suppose now that you know a bit more about me that this can be more adventurous?” she inquired, her nails scraping along the backs of his arms, resting on his hands. “You were, after all, quite delicate.”
He found that amusing. Oh, he’d had more to give, to be sure, but he’d never met such a small woman able to take quite that much from him even. His powerful hands gripped her tighter, taking control of her body and grinding her back against his cock harder. In his commanding, dark voice, he muttered into her ear, “If you can give me a strong heir, I’ll take you away to my lair, breed you, and explore every depraved act imaginable. That is a promise.” He bit her ear, tugging it roughly before letting one hand move up beneath her shirt. “A strong, healthy, attractive son or daughter,” he reiterated into her ear after letting it snap back.
She nodded, quite amicable to the idea. She pressed her body against him, encouraging his rough manhandling of her body before she turned to face him. “I’m pure in the eyes of the Gods, and they will reward me. Should you be up to their vision of the future, I accept your offer.” She put the blame back on him. She locked the door behind him, heading to her bed and sitting down on it, her legs parted and up on the mattress. “Do you like us to be undressed for this or what?”
“This is fine,” he said, watching her intently and already unbuckling his belt. He liked a woman in a little clothes during sex. “When you give me an heir, we can move on to things like pleasing outfits and the like.” And with that, he pulled out his cock, thick, black, veiny, and wanting, as he moved between her legs atop the bed. “We’ll have
to be quiet?” he asked, remembering the roommate as he took hold of his dick and rubbed its mushroomed tip against her slit.
She shrugged, looking in the direction of her roommate’s room. “Eh, who cares.” She glanced back at him, her eyes dropping to his cock. She seemed to excite at only the sight of it, her nipples straining the top further. “You know, you’re quite blessed,” she informed him rather matter-of-factly. “The capability to cause pain must be a splendid reminder of your power.”
Something of her was perhaps beginning to rub off on him, or he was just playing the part, for he gave a simple nod and said, “It is.” Pushing the bulging head to her labia, he took hold of her two legs and pushed them back, taking control of her body more freely now. “This’ll be your first child I take it?” he asked then with a brutal thrust, the likes of which he’d never opened on any woman before, he impaled her on his weapon harshly, jabbing into her very depths with such force.
She let out a squeal, her hand steadying herself against his arm as she held onto him, feeling her body fight his impalement, despite her arousal. He was so large. Pleasure rippled through her, intertwined with the pain. “Fuck,” she murmured, her pussy so taut around his large cock. “You last longer in the mornings, right?”
She didn’t answer his question, he noted, but he gave a simple laugh to hers in response. With her legs bent back, he instead gave the only response appropriate: the immediate and unhindered pistoning of his dark-brown shaft into her tight little cunt. The way he had her bent back, the two of them could see it plunging down into her so deep and rough, and he took advantage of the view. He watched each time as the dark organ thrust her pink folds out wide, and it encouraged him to go harder, faster. Gripping her ankles so tight they would undoubtedly bruise, he grunted animalistically, and could feel the heat build beneath his sweater. Damn, he should’ve taken it off first.
She was as enraptured in the view as he, her dark eyes focused on it and her facial expression revealing her enjoyment. She was so wet for him, but it did little to aid in his brutal thrusting, and she enjoyed watching her delicate labia grow darker with the increased blood. They could even see as she began to grow puffier, the light hair she kept there doing little to hide her body’s natural response. The unpleasant pain in her ankles only made her feel more at home, and she forced her eyes away from his pistoning shaft for a moment. “No kids,” she murmured before staring back at their sexes interlocking.
The fact that she hadn’t had any kids didn’t surprise him. Although, well, the timing of her response to his long ago asked question did, at least. Grunting in response he continued the hard pistoning, pounding down into her with an ever increasing intensity. He kept at it for some time, until finally he grew tired of the position. She was right, his stamina was greater in the morning than usual, and he was going to enjoy this time with her more than the last. Slipping back, but not out, he pulled his sweater off again, his dark broad chest, scars prominently on display, and he took hold of her and got off the bed. He pushed her to her feet and twisted her about, forcing her to bend over and press against the wall for support as he began to pound into her from behind, each strike jarringly shaking her as he battered her womb.
It was deeper —so much deeper—and she began to scream and cry in earnest, yet her body responded in quite the contrary manner. She met him with every push, even as it caused her to scream. She had to go up on tiptoes, and even that wasn’t enough to keep him at a comfortable height. She stepped back, into his feet, lifting her up another inch or so, her ass pressing so tightly against his body. She was so tiny and thin that he was able to pound her so deeply, and she loved every second of his brutal assault.
In this position he enjoyed the change in view, his hands able to grip her about the waist so that his fingers touched, encompassing her narrow width entirely. The sound of his cock thudding against her flesh inside, the loud slap of his balls hitting her mons, it was delicious when mixed with her squeals and cries. His cock swelled inside her thickly, and he slapped her ass with a loud crack, instantly leaving a dark-red handprint. “Dammit, I’m gonna breed you so hard, bitch,” he said, and then with his free hand he grabbed her hair and yanked back, twisting her face about so she could see the hard look on his own. “And if you’re real fuckin’ good, I might give you a special place in my harem.” He was getting a bit into this, to be sure.
She ate it up, that strange look on her face as his hand tightened in the long, black locks one of pure ecstasy. She had surely found her calling at his hands, and the more he lost himself to it, the more her body tightened around him, as if in reward. She liked being made to feel so small around the brute of a man, both physically and emotionally.
Bent over her as he pounded her flesh with the sort of reverberating smack that sounded like fist punching a slab of meat, he licked her cheek and growled loudly. She was encouraging a side of him probably best left alone, but he was eating it up almost as much as she was. With another loud slap on her petite ass he gripped the flesh after and groaned in pleasure. He wasn’t near done, the poor woman in having such a long pounding ahead of her. Continuing on, he eventually had her face jammed into the bed, his hand on the back of her head as he used his free hand to lift her hips to keep her at just the right height to stab down into her cunt with his wildly throbbing dick.
She was such a willing plaything. She had instigated this, bossed him around, but now that he was filling her, there was no more sass. She hadn’t the time or the energy for it. Instead, she was crying out for more, agreeing with his cruel words and begging for his seed. She wanted it, and she wanted him, and it was so abundantly clear that she didn’t give a fuck about anything else. She wanted the pain his body brought her, that clarifying, purifying emotion that intensified her pleasure.
He’d lost all track of time plowing into that tight body of hers, but he still was utterly fascinated by the sight of his thick, dark cock pummelling her now rosied labia. With his hand gripping her skull, he commanded grimly, “Beg for it,” as he felt his heavy balls slowly begin to tighten with impending release. His finish was near, but he wanted her to bed some more. Her cavalier attitude about the whole thing amused him, but now he wanted to hear it on her panting, needy breaths. “Beg me nice and good or I pull out and blow it on your whorish face,” he threatened.
Her entire body shook with his words, and immediately she started sputtering out, “Please cum in me. Fuck me and knock me up. I need your cum,” she whimpered, and it wasn’t a play for her. It wasn’t a joke, or a fun game. The amount of truth and desperation in her plea was authentic, and the way she enunciated “your” spoke volumes. She had chosen him, and she needed him alone.
He wasn’t really going to pull out of her, but that was what he needed to hear to really satisfy him. The genuine panic and need in her voice. With a few extra hard thrusts, bruising the poor girl’s pussy for a long time to come, he grunted and groaned like a wild beast as he rode out the last of their rutting. To the very end it came on hard, his whole body shuddering and shaking as he quaked with orgasm, his cock thickening with each gush of creamy seed deep into her, and a loud gravelly “ahhhh!” punctuating the air repeatedly until he was emptied.
She was just as desperate and needy as the night before that not a drop was wasted, and she pressed back against him even as her body screamed with agony. But oh, how she had enjoyed it. Her skirt was flipped up with the rutting, revealing the soft curve of her behind, that tantalizing view of his cock shoved between her thighs. She pressed her legs against his, but she was unable to vocalize her needs.
Leon took a moment to enjoy the view of her body so weary and battered, her ass cheeks bright red from his palm strikes. Once he’d done that, he reached over to the spot from last night to retrieve her “instrument” for her, not needing to be told.
“You’re gonna swell up real big,” he predicted with a grin, imagining the small woman carrying his child.
She shook with eagerness at his
comment, her tiny little body impaled by his. “When can I see you again?”
He spoke to her a little differently now, authority in his voice stronger than was there before, possessiveness eeking into his words. “I leave tomorrow morning,” he stated, stroking his rough fingers along her side, hip, and ass before he pulled back in the same careful manner, wiping his cock off into her hole before stuffing it full again with the dildo. “I’ll come by on my way out of town to ensure you’re seeded,” he stated.
She nodded, slumping her body down and leaving her ass in the air, the black toy filling her where he’d so recently been. She didn’t move from the position, obviously hoping the strange tilt might help her chances.
“Thank you. I’d really like that,” she murred, more submissive than she had been earlier. Where before she had been bossy and commanding, their most recent tryst had allowed her to trust his understanding of the situation.
Standing back up, he admired the strange little woman, her physical form, and her dedication to her odd ideals. It didn’t take him long to dress again, even at his slow, casual pace, but he moved over to her and sat beside her a moment, rubbing his hand over the painfully sensitive flesh of her battered ass cheek.
“You’ve not been with any other man as of late, I assume.” He continued without waiting, “and if you continue to do so, if when I come back through town you’re pregnant, I’ll take you away. Out of this town, away from these people and their silly ideas. And you’ll get to live like you were meant.” He said all this in his husky, postcoital voice not as an offer, but as a detailing of a plan already set in stone.