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His chest rose and fell rapidly as he lazily stroked his cock. It was too big, impossibly so, and I knew I might not live through this.
Was it wrong that I was ready to face that inevitability?
Then he thrust into me.
My screams went on long enough that my voice gave out. Tears tracking down my face as blinding pain pulled at my senses.
My cunt was burning as if he truly had split me in two, and I couldn’t look down through the tears. No amount of slick would lessen this pain.
“I told you, you’d take all of me, Harlow, one way or another,” Monty called out as he started to fuck me, not caring that I could barely fit his cock inside of me, that each push felt as if I were tearing in half with no hope of saving myself. “Take me, little human. Give into the pain, let it free you.”
A whimper was all I had to give him in response.
My mind soared as he consumed me, every worry and fear gone as all I knew now was the feel of Monty breaking me.
A sharp shock to my nipples brought my brain back online, Monty grinning down at me as he fucked me without mercy.
“Come back to me, little human, I want you to come on my cock, show me that you like me filling you more than should be possible. Pushing you to your limits will be my favorite game.”
Now that I was back in my own head, I let out a sob, the pain almost overwhelming, but as he swirled the tip of his spiked tail over my clit, something more started to form.
The pain was still strong enough that I couldn’t call it pleasant, that was impossible. The release was sluggish, each tease of his tail had me teetering on the edge, having to war with the pain.
Monty wasn’t allowing my body to be slow, letting out a guttural growl and pulling out of me. The absence was almost as painful as fucking him, but I forgot it all as he latched his mouth on my clit and sucked hard, forcing the orgasm to slam into me harsh enough my vision faltered for a moment before he put a hand on my throat.
With his touch came a wave of lust so intense that the last effects of the pain were chased away, replaced with a heady need that thrummed through me. He didn’t need to bite me for our bond to form. I was his, it was just a fact that existed without the need for a physical representation. He was on me, in me, owned me on a level no other could.
Monty stood over me then, letting his tail move from my clit to my cunt, taking over for his cock as he stroked himself with a hand. His gaze devoured me whole, and I was enraptured seeing him lose a semblance of his control and indifference.
For once, I could read his face, see the possessive adoration and hunger there plainly.
With a low, feral growl he came. Ropes of cum painted my chest, stomach, then my face. I licked over my lips, the salty taste had me humming in approval.
“Mine,” he reminded me in case I didn’t get the message during all that. “Now let me soothe you... a bit. Walking is important.”
I laughed at his joking demeanor, a far cry different after claiming me, until he spread my legs farther and licked his tongue over me, the iciness calming the sharp ache.
Each flick or thrust of his tongue had a tingling relief spreading through me, the aches diminishing but not completely. My poor pussy was still throbbing but at least now it was manageable.
I wouldn’t be healed completely for days, feeling him every time I took a step or sat down.
It was intentional, and if he could, I had a feeling he’d have left me in full pain, healing at his mercy.
He didn’t make me come this time, simply pulling away when I was breathing normally again.
My hand shifted to my chest and right into a sticky line of cum. He watched as my fingers trailed through it, my omega purring at the knowledge of being so thoroughly owned.
Until it was sticky and I was shivering at the cold. He’d ruined my clothes.
“Uh, Monty. I’m covered in your cum and naked,” I pointed out.
He chuckled before disappearing. “Good luck with that,” were his parting words that echoed in the room after he’d gone.
“You son of a bitch!” I cried out in disbelief. “I don’t even fucking know where I am.”
He popped back in with fresh clothes and wrapped the shadows around me as he pulled me to the showers. I expected him to pop out again when I was safely inside, but he surprised me by standing vigil as I cleaned myself off and pulled my clothes on.
I figured every gasp of pain or discomfort was fueling his pride, yet he was far from gloating.
