Finally, he withdraws slowly, granting a brief respite as his piercings trail along my tongue and the roof of my mouth, offering a fleeting chance to draw some oxygen into my lungs.
But the reprieve is short-lived.
As soon as he reaches the tip, he dives back into my throat with force. His aggressive thrusts show no mercy as if he aims to fit his entire cock down it. It's an almost useless task, his size making it physically impossible, yet he persists undeterred.
“You will learn to swallow every fucking inch of me, Noir,” he dictates, his tone seething with dominance. “Every snug little hole you have will be reshaped to take all of me and only me.”
His gloved hands flatten on the back of my head, holding me in place as he begins to brutally fuck my face. Each ram is harsh, smashing into my windpipe with unrelenting power. I've never experienced such ferocity, feeling like I might pass out from the intensity.
My vision starts to black out, my jaw aching, as if it might shatter. Saliva fills my stretched mouth, dribbling down my chin as tears pour from my eyes and I try to draw back, my fists curling tight against his thighs, but he keeps me firmly in place, showing no compassion toward me and offering no leniency.
After some time, his breathing grows heavier above me, his cock swelling with each passing second until, finally, he pulls out with a swift motion, yanking my hair back with one hand.
Gasping for air, he jerks his cock off and releases his cum over my face, the thick liquid warming and coating my cold skin. I watch through blurred vision as his eyes close momentarily, a slight sway in his posture as satisfaction passes over him before he refocuses, staring down at me once again.
As he looks at me expressionlessly, he rubs the tip of his dick over my tingling, swollen lips, a cruel reminder of hisdominance and my submission. We both breathe heavily, the tension crackling in the air between us and with one hand, he releases my hair, while the other moves to my face. “Look at you, covered in my cum like my pretty little fucking whore,” he smirks wickedly and with his gloved fingers, he smears his juices over my skin.
“Stick your tongue out, Dolly,” he commands, and I hesitantly obey, feeling exposed and vulnerable, knowing he knows how to force mouths open. “Wider.” I push my tongue out further, opening my mouth wide.
He growls in satisfaction at my obedience before gathering spit, allowing it to fall from his lips in a gleaming string until it hits my tongue. Again and again, he repeats the disgusting act until my tongue feels coated with his saliva, each drop feeling like a mark of his control over me.
Then, leaning down, he orders, “Swallow my fucking spit.” I lock onto his glowing gaze as I reluctantly draw my spit-filled tongue into my mouth and swallow it down, feeling a wave of degradation wash over me.
“Such a good slut,” his teeth tighten on my lips. “Good sluts get what they want. Your turn.”
As his lips crush against mine, he releases his chain and tugs on my hair, pulling me to my feet. With his arm wrapped tightly around the bottom of my back, he holds me close, his heat a stark contrast to my numb body, and I am almost tempted to cuddle into him. Tremors course through me as the cold seeps into my bones when suddenly, the metallic rasp of his knife slicing through the air cuts through the silence, causing me to freeze.
With a quick action, he swings his arm, hurling the blade, and I turn my head, stunned as it embeds itself deeply into anearby tree trunk. Confused, I lift my wide eyes to meet his and they roam over my tear-stained face. With strange gentleness, he moves the damp strands of hair clinging to my skin.
Then, he seizes my face, his grip firm on my jaw, his expression taut with frustration, “Ride it.” His voice cuts through the air like a lash, his eyes burning with intensity.
My eyes expand further, but before I can protest further, he presses his lips against mine, his kiss aggressive, his tongue intertwining with mine. As he guides me backward, each step feels like a surrender to his will, his touch igniting a fire within me despite wanting to stop him.
“Bounce all over it with your tight asshole,” he murmurs with a hostile tone over my lips. “Stretch it the fuck out and take it as deep as you can.”
He pushes my face with sudden force, and I stumble backward over the slick ground beneath my bare feet. Once I find my balance, I continue to walk backward, but with predatory strides, he follows me. Taking the opportunity, I whirl around trying to flee, but his grip on my panties yanks me back before I am slammed frontally against the tree. His hand clamps down on the back of my neck, my cheek pressed hard against the sharp bark.
My breath comes in heavy gasps, my heart pounding fiercely against my ribcage, threatening to break free and from the corner of my eye, I see him biting the tip of his finger, pulling off the leather glove before it drops to the ground with a soft thump.
“You keep being a fucking brat, Noir. You keep fighting what we have, and trust me, I like it. But if you don't start doing as you're fucking told, I'm gonna do extremely unforgiving things to you. I am being tame right now,” he growls.
With a bold move, his hand lowers between my thighs from behind, roughly, and possessively, his fingers move over the fabric covering my pussy, aiming to feel every part of me.
My body tenses at the intrusiveness, a strange mixture of terror and arousal coursing through me, but despite my initial resistance, I find myself yielding to his touch, my legs gradually relaxing as I push my ass back, granting him better access.
He forcefully snaps the string of my panties wedged between my ass cheeks, tearing them apart and without hesitation, he shoves his two long, cold fingers deep into my pussy, his silver rings scraping along my walls, stretching me with one brutal thrust. I scream, rising onto my tiptoes from the sudden invasion, but he yanks my hair back, his snarl a clear warning to take it, before he aggressively bangs his fingers into me repeatedly.
Twisting and curling them, he coils them deeper, trying to loosen my pussy, causing my legs to shake. The intense feeling ignites a raw desire within me, and my cries escalate, a mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure.
“Such a tight little cunt. I would love to force my entire fucking hand inside you,” he growls through clenched teeth against my ear with raw desire, “Stretch you out so you can take every inch of my cock with ease.”
His dirty mouth sets my veins ablaze, and I can feel my climax building inside me at an alarming rate, a rapid sensation I have never experienced before.
As soon as he starts ripping his fingers out of me, scraping the tips down my walls before plunging them back inside again, I cry out, my orgasm slamming into me like a tsunami and my come rushes down my legs and his hand, warm and slick.
While my body convulses, he slides his fingers back inside me one last time, desiring to feel my pussy contract around them until I come down from euphoria.
With my eyes closed, trying to catch my breath, his thumb presses down on my puckered hole and the rumble in his chest indicates that he is still going to force me to fuck his knife.
