by Rose Francis
Where his eagerness had seemed so strange and false with Adrianna, her eagerness with him was all honesty. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her mouth met his, again and again. Pulling away, her heart beat steadily against his solid chest.
“I really hope you have a decent fucking setup,” she warned as her mouth trailed to his neck, biting him roughly. “When do we leave?” She hadn’t been this eager last time to leave, so perhaps she did know something she wasn’t telling. Or, perhaps more simply, she enjoyed him far more than the commune.
He returned her gestures in kind, though his larger mouth kissed and bit at her neck more roughly, more widely. He gave a soft groan, feeling himself harden so in his pants. For though he had sex with Adrianna not long ago, he still felt oddly unsatiated. Huskily, he murmured into her ear as his hand cupped her ass up in under her skirt, squeezing the cheek hard. “Be ready at sunrise tomorrow. But we might have to wait until the next day,” he told her. “Be ready either way. And don’t worry,” he added, nipping her earlobe and tugging it, “my place is far better than anything this village has to offer.”
“Fuck me before you go,” she begged, her teeth skirting his skin, nose rubbing against his earlobe. “I haven’t been with anyone else and there’s only so good I can feel on my own,” she murmured.
She was offering him a chance to work out his aggressions and regain the control he had lost last night. She was so sweet and supple, so light in his arms as she clung to him hungrily. It was almost as though she were addicted to him and had gone too long without.
He hadn’t intended on leaving without having her. He needed her right now, he felt. As strange as she was, as demanding as she could be, she did give him the rush of feeling in charge that he’d lost the past two days.
Pulling back and meeting his dark gaze with hers, he stared a moment, gauging her honesty, then lunged in, kissing her hard. His hand in under her skirt curled in her panties, yanking them crudely to the side to expose her sex as he walked her to her to the wall, pressing her back to it.
Without so much as removing his trench coat, he began to work his belt, loosening it immediately and preparing to slip his pants open. His deft hands had them open in so little time, and she could quickly feel the heat of his large, brown cock brushing against her pinkened flesh. His breathing was so heavy with desire, he felt he was ready to ravage her.
Her body wasn’t yet slick for him, but she tried to shimmy down on that huge cock, her entire body needy for him. Her hand reached between them, guiding his stiff member back and forth over her tight slit before he could feel her body heat.
He drove her to the brink, and the way the slender woman acted around him, he felt like such a hero. A big, brutal hero that she wanted more and more of. “Push,” she moaned against his flesh, biting down on his clothed shoulder. “Hard.”
He should be more careful, he thought for a brief moment, in case she was pregnant. But her pleading pushed him beyond that concern, and he instead had to do it. With a groan he was shoving that dark crown against her still unwettened folds, putting such force into the act to jam its wide girth into her pink little labia.
With her crammed to the wall, he pressed a palm against it, bracing himself as he gripped her hip and shoved. It would be cruel to enter a normal woman this way, but here she was, holding him, guiding him in and egging him on to do it.
She cried out in earnest, her hold weakening as she braced herself against the shooting pain, but she never told him to stop. Something about the way she was begged him not to. She wanted this, the pain, the violence. She wanted him to dominate her, even as she bossed him around and told him what to do.
He knew all this, instinctively, and as her cry warbled she silenced herself by jamming her mouth against him, passionately rubbing her tongue against his.
He knew better than to stop. He kissed her back hard, pushing his large tongue into her mouth as he crammed more of his thick black meat into her tight little pink cunt. It was hard going, her vaginal canal tacky and resistant, but he forced it in more and more, groaning into her mouth with a sound that reverberated up from his chest.
He needed this, and he kept her pinned to the wall tightly as he gradually impaled her in the most painful fashion possible, his heavy clothes still covering most of him.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, hooking her nude knees around his flesh as she writhed against him, her body hesitant to accept the pain she so craved and desired. The longer he strained against her pussy, though, the more moisture arrived to aid him. She was getting turned on by his brute force, and her tight little body hugged his so hard.
“Fuck,” she murmured in his ear, and it wasn’t certain if she was cursing or commanding him.
Either way, he did it, he began to pump his powerful hips, tugging back out of her without leaving, then pushing in. He began to make headway like this, going a bit deeper into her each time, working more of that growing dampness along her folds as he pumped his dick into her.
He was groaning lewdly, his deep, husky voice loud, heedless of the noise he was making as he rutted the sweet little Asian girl before him. He only broke the series of grunts and groans to kiss at her, or murmur into her ear, “Breed me a big family, you fucking bitch.”
She squeezed him, her nails digging into his sweater as she moaned loudly, the sound interspersed with whimpers of pain as she kept tugging him into her over and over again. She couldn’t get enough of him, even as he split her body apart. She was so tight against his member, as if her cunt were begging for him to cum.
She bit his neck rudely, suckling the dark flesh between her pink lips, licking his skin so eagerly.
Her tight cunt was working him toward that end, milking his thick dark dick so thoroughly he couldn’t help but shudder and quake with growing pleasure. “Fuck,” he cursed, muttering into her ear such coarse language as he pumped his cock into her at an ever-increasing pace. For each bit of lubricating slickness she gave, he balanced it out by striking into her harder, rutting into her more painfully, and he could feel it working upon his loins, bringing forth his own release, closer and closer.
It was painful. Her body was tense and she kept crying out, but there was so much desire in her tone. Even with how brutal he was being with her, she still wanted it. Wanted him. Her head tilted back and struck against the wall as she let out a loud moan, the muscles in her throat looking so enticing. That amazing skin tone, so smooth and vibrant, exposed to his hooded eyes.
His dark sac tightened up against him and he could feel his release impending. He was pistoning his black dick into her so hard and fast now, and he could feel the fire tracing its way up his length as he called out, “Cumming,” in his gruff, gravelly voice.
She had little time to react to that, though, before he was thrusting up into her for the last time and exploding his load deep inside her, thick streams of his seed pouring into her depths, filling her. All the while he tossed back his head and let out a tremendous groan of satisfaction.
She let out a shout, the words muddled with varying emotions and nonsensical words as her pussy clenched against his cock, begging him for every last drop. She panted roughly against him as her entire body started to slacken, her muscles spent from clasping around him so roughly the entire time.
“Fuck,” she murmured, and it definitely was not a command this time.
With her jammed up against the wall by his hard chest, he kissed her cheek hard, then took hold of her, cradling her small body in his powerful arms and lifting her away from it. He brought her to her bed, and gently laid her out there, though he didn’t pull out, he instead laid himself atop her, careful of his great weight as he nestled there, kissing her neck and cheek in quiet.
She breathed against him, her entire body seeming so much warmer beneath her little outfit. Her legs still wrapped around his waist, though more relaxed.
“Fuck, I should have told you Gina was out,” she murmured, her head tilting back. “Whatever, we’ll
be in your place in no time and we can do whatever we want.” Her lips twitched in a smile, and she hugged him with her calves.
He began to chuckle, and the sound rumbling from his chest grew louder. The little woman was so... “Audacious,” he said. Kissing her fair-skinned cheek he felt his cock throb inside her and remarked. “We could’ve fucked on her bed too. Damn.”
For the first time since he met her, he took his time, nestled atop her, stroking his rough, strong hand along her thigh and side, enjoying the moment.
She laughed, taking a lot of pleasure in his snide remark. “If you hadn’t left me for so long, maybe I’d have had enough brains to suggest it,” she offered, her socked heel rubbing down the back of his thigh before resting her foot against his ass.
He kissed her lips again, producing a loud smacking sound as they made out a while. Breaking from it, he asked curiously, “You’re not going to miss this place, are you? No family or friends about?” he probed as his mind got back to normal.
“They’re all ready to chase me outta here anyways,” she admitted a bit nervously. “They’ve been saying I’m unstable and that I’m to blame for Will and Fiona, but I don’t know how. They didn’t even show to the meeting that day.”
She lifted her head, kissing his thick lips, softer than her usual manner, “Fuck them all.”
He felt a bit of worry at first, but then he couldn’t help but smile widely, grinning in fact. He reached up, stroking her cheek with his dark hand. “Fuck ’em,” he reiterated, then kissed her lips again. “You’ll be mine, all mine, and never need see nor worry about them again soon,” he reassured.
Carefully, he shifted a bit, his cock still lodged inside her. “What happened to those two anyhow?” he enquired casually. “And why think you had anything to do with it?”
“They killed each other or something. I don’t know. He mighta killed them both for all that stupid Doctor can tell.” She shrugged. “Or the other way around. I never did figure you could trust new ones with guns, but no one listens to me,” she moaned, her legs pulling him in closer, and there was a strange flicker in her eyes as though she was getting off on talking about their deaths.
“They’re having the burial today but they think that because of what I was saying at the meetings, I drove them to it.” Her little smirk touched her lips and her cunt grasped him tighter. “Maybe I did.”
He was alarmed by her words at first, though he didn’t show it. He pushed the thoughts away; he had no idea what really happened, after all. Something about that insistent tug and squeeze at his still mostly turgid dick also helped distract him, and he kissed Celia’s lips once more, despite her morbid reaction.
“You’re downright nasty to the core,” he said in his masculine husk, his cock unable to help but responding to her actions with a throb.
“It’s a nasty world,” she moaned, not taking insult at his words as her eyes fluttered closed. “We just have to worry about us surviving on,” she murmured.
“It’s their world, now. Even if they left it, they’ll be back for the strong that can manage through their test, and crying over some stupid twins I barely cared about isn’t going to help me.” Her pussy squeezed him again and her hips positioned slightly so that he pushed in just the slightest bit deeper.
His body responded despite her morbidity, and he put it to use. Gradually he began to tug back his hips, then push in again, pumping his thick cock into her cum-filled cunt slowly, his hand still on her cheek, stroking her smooth light skin with his dark flesh.
“It is all about us now,” he agreed, throbbing.
“Damn, I wish there were more of you,” he groaned. “A nice twin sister or somethin’ so I could double the breeding I get out of you,” he remarked casually, fishing even as they rutted.
She laughed, her head tilting to the side as she felt him push into her soaked cunny. “You couldn’t handle two of me,” she murred, her head turning back to face his, her eyes lidded. “I think you could barely handle me,” she teased, her breathing faster.
“I think she got jealous,” Celia continued, “He was dating your friend, and he and his sister were really close. Apparently their dad died a few months ago leaving them alone and they were always together until they finally got here last month. You ask me, them being out there in the fucked-up world by themselves, there’s no way they weren’t shagging.”
He gave her a harder thrust. It was some cheap way of trying to punish her for her callous disregard for those lives she spoke about, but it was futile, of course, as she’d only like it.
His voice lower and harsher with his postcoital state, he continued to rut her, albeit slowly. “Nothin’ wrong with that,” he remarked. “Times have changed, after all. If you’ve got any family left at all, it’s amazing enough.”
“Keeps the bloodline pure, if anything,” she agreed, her mouth silencing him for a moment before she pulled back. “Most weren’t so lucky. Maybe the gods would prefer families to be close knit like that, but I never had a brother and father died when I was a girl.”
“Maybe we’ll change things,” he said, his pace of humping increased now so that his dark balls slapped against her ass beneath. “What about sisters? Got a sister out there for me?” he remarked with a toying grin, licking his lips hungrily, both for her and the information he wanted.
Her hooded eyes gazed at him, a little confused by his prying before she shrugged. “Did, but haven’t seen her in a while, so I don’t know if I do any more,” she admitted, her cunt squeezing him a bit harder before she squirmed. “Ugh, please don’t tell me you’re going boyfriend mode on me.”
He gave a gruff laugh as he continued to pump messily into her cunt, breathing a little heavier now. “You’re my pretty little prized breeding mare,” he replied, his hand rubbing down from her cheek to her neck, closing his hands about it and squeezing lightly. “Got it?” he demanded roughly, a glint of mischief in his eye.
She didn’t protest, nor did she confirm. It seemed as though she wanted this, and didn’t want to say anything to mess it up, even as a smile passed her face to make way for an “oh” of panic. Her cunt trembled around his member, and her body arched against his.
As the slap of his hips striking between her thighs grew louder, he clenched his hand about her neck, the powerful fingers making a ring about her, closing off her air entirely. With clenched teeth, he lunged near her ear and repeated bitterly, “Got it?” All the while never taking his gaze from hers.
Her head finally nodded, her face growing dark and her vision dimming, yet all the while her body responded in a way it never had before. He’d never felt her body squeeze him so tightly, and the rocking and spasming of her body was caused equally by her orgasm and her struggle to breathe.
It was far too soon for him to climax again, it was impressive that he could keep himself rigid still, but he pushed his own cum deeper into her as he thrust, all the while that hard gaze upon her. When finally he loosened his hold on her neck, he gave a groan and began to reach to the side, pulling open her drawer. “Best remember who you belong to now,” he stated firmly.
She coughed a few times, but he could swear that love and respect gleamed within her eyes as she lay back on the bed. She nodded meekly, quiet now that he had literally taken her breath away.
Pulling the now familiar dildo from her drawer, he brought it in between her legs, and in a quick maneuver slid himself out of her cunt and rammed the new object in his cock’s place hard. Grinding on the end of it with the heel of his palm he relaxed back beside her, his cunt-slickened cock resting against his clothed stomach.
“Be ready to leave this dump by sunrise,” he commanded. “You’ve got a long life of getting fucked and popping out kids for me ahead,” he remarked rather harshly as he moved to get up, “so don’t start disappointing me now.”
She nodded, seeming so small against her bed, but the way she looked at him with her widened eyes and her slack mouth, she could only be feeling one thing for
him.
Awe.
Chapter 21
Leaving Celia’s place, he couldn’t help but ponder the odd woman. He had a good grasp of her, he thought. The whole rough act with her proved that. She seemed to eat it up, though he never meant it.
Still troubled by the odd occurrences with her sister, however, he headed on to Tia’s place next. He was hoping for maybe a bit of comfort from her.
The rest of the town had begun to bustle, though there was a quietness to it. The store was closed, though he could see Tia inside, sat at a table and seeming a bit off. She just sort of stared at the wall, so lost in thought she didn’t even see him through the windows.
Eying her for a moment through the glass, Leon stepped up to the door and knocked on it gently. He didn’t care to startle her, especially if she was bothered.
Her eyes darted to him and then immediately softened. She opened the door for him and wrapped him in a warm, loving hug. Her hair was piled up on the back of her head in a bun, pulled away from her face and allowing her beautiful features to shine.
“Hey, baby.” She smiled, her hand rubbing down along his chest. “Shitty day for you to show up, but I’m so glad you did.”
Seeing her in such a poor mood softened his heart, and he gave her a strong hug, lifting her off the floor as his thick arms squeezed. Kissing her cheek, just beside her ear, he placed her back down. “Then I’m glad to be here,” he replied in a low voice, smiling to her warmly. “Need someone for support? Or just to unload on?” he asked gently.
“Maybe we should go for a walk,” she suggested, her tone quiet. She had been so soft spoken since he got there, and he wondered if she didn’t want to be overheard. Her suggestion to go elsewhere surely spoke to that.