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Rigorously, he fucked my throat, ravaging its depths as I struggled against him. I gagged around his cock, but he didn’t seem to care. I struggled to draw in breath, soon learning to time each intake in tune with his powerful, controlled movements. My whimpers turned to cries, tears burning at the corners of my eyes, but then a strange wave of power fell over me and my struggles quieted.
Instead of pain, pleasure surged inside me. My pussy remained untouched, yet still, my clit throbbed as though his fingers brushed against it, my inner walls shaking as though his cock surged inside me and my core pulsed with unreleased ecstasy. Even my breasts trembled, heavy with desire.
His fingers curled roughly, pulling my hair and my head back. My eyes rolled backward at the pain in my scalp, pleasure and pain twisting into a confusing, intoxicating mixture that left me wanting.
I would have begged for mercy if I could have. Even still, I knew he wouldn’t have granted me any. He lived and breathed to torture me, and I sought every second of it. Maybe it was fate after all, or maybe I was actually insane.
His cock slammed into my throat and I struggled to open for him, gagging every now and then, but still he demanded more.
I gave it to him.
Between my thighs, I felt myself growing slick, evidence of my arousal beginning to drip down my legs. Desire pulsed heavy, the feeling of it a heady powerful pull that sucked me in and held me subjugated under its captivity.
He fucked my mouth roughly, as though he owned it. He wasn’t gentle or kind anymore. Instead, he was showing me that he was my master, in more ways than one. His grip was as tight as the ropes binding me, merciless and ruthless, demanding my submission in all ways. I struggled against him and his fingers tightened even more, and the first tears escaped the corners of my eyes.
My own fingers squeezed into little fists, bound behind my back. My body grew impossibly hot. Despite the torment of his cock in my throat, liquid heat gathered between my thighs. I felt myself grow slick with it and I knew that if either one of us dipped their hands in the folds of my pussy, it would be sopping wet.
He groaned low in his throat.
My body hummed in reaction.
My vision grew hazy and all around me, the walls began to crumble, stone by stone until the night sky was all I could see. The rocks dissolved into ash, and a hot breeze swirled them all around us. Bright stars twinkled in the darkness, the only light in the shadows. A soft glow surrounded the edges of the horizon and I wondered if the sun was beginning to rise.
In some perverse sense, it began to feel romantic.
Hot desire sliced through me. The wind caressed my clit, circling and pressing down on my needy bud and I cried out at the sensation. More aroused than ever, I trembled with the power of my passion, wondering if this time, I was going to come. Before me, a quiver passed over Markos’ features and I knew he was close to orgasm too.
He may be using my flesh for his own gain, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t indulge in my gratification too. My nipples peaked and my clit throbbed, and I squeezed my thighs together in anticipation. His movements became rougher, more erratic and I moaned around his hard length, swirling my tongue around his cock more voraciously than before, caressing him in the best way I knew how.
My hunger for him only grew and soon, I could feel the head of his cock sliding into the depths of my throat, taking my mouth and making it his, forever and for always.
All around us, the glow on the horizon grew, slowly morphing into tiny flames dancing in the night sky.
I suckled him harder, desperate for his seed, wanting to taste all of him and take it for myself. I needed it, craved it, and would do anything to get it.
The fire grew hotter all around us, closing in slowly, but surely. It crackled and snapped loudly, making me tremble in its wake. Something about it felt familiar, but still it was terrifying all the same.
Markos grunted, and the sound was music to my ears. He was enjoying this.
My pleasure grew into a fiery blaze, mirroring the intense inferno surrounding us. My flesh danced with it. My spine arched, and my hips rocked back and forth, my wet inner thighs sliding against one another and reminding me just how turned on I was.
“Your mouth is mine. Your throat is mine and I’ll fuck it whenever I want, warrior. You’d do well to remember that,” he said, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
The flames were so close that they licked at the bottoms of my feet. I cried out in pain, but Markos held me still, forcing me to take it all. Agony twisted into sick desire and within moments, I was panting with need.
And I wanted it. Only orgasm by his hand would bring me relief.
I wanted to beg, but his cock continued to devour my throat.
A towering bonfire surrounded us, and the air grew thin.
My body shivered with quaking desire, and I felt his cock pulse hard in my mouth, once, twice and then, his seed shot into the depths of my throat.
Molten fire seared my insides and I screamed with both agony and pleasure as my own orgasm burst over me. Intense sensations swirled around within me, and I flew apart. I could have sworn that I had been burned, from the inside out.
It was too much. It was all too much.
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