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Vigorously shaking my head no, I resumed my prone position on the floor.
I could feel the tip of his finger swirl around my hidden entrance. My body clenched tight around it when he poked just the tip in.
“So responsive,” he murmured.
Next, I felt the soft skin of the large head of his cock. There was pressure, then nothing. Then more pressure. He kept pushing forward till my body relented. His cock slid in just past the head where my tight ring of muscle once more clenched down.
“Ow! Ow!” I winced.
Ignoring my pain, he repositioned his grip on my bottom and surged forward. My whole body rocked forward with surprise, tearing his cock from inside of me.
Before I could resume the position on my own, Odin grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back.
“I guess I will have to keep my grip on your hair to keep you still.”
Now without pause or hesitation, he forced his cock into my tight hole, straight to the hilt.
I screamed out in pain.
“That is what you get when you don’t stay in position.”
“Oh God! Take it out! Take it out!” I pleaded.
His only answer was to pull back then thrust forward again. His fierce grip on my hair kept my body bowed and in position, primed for his pounding cock.
In and out.
Thrust after thrust.
Each new intrusion a sharp, cramping pain through my body. After several thrusts, it felt as if he were tearing the delicate skin of my body. Before I could protest, Odin pulled free. Using his grip on my hair, he swiveled me around to face him on my knees once more.
“Suck it.”
“I…I can’t…it’s…it’s been…”
“Suck it, or I fuck your ass dry.”
“But it’s been in…my…my bottom.”
“Last chance to wet my cock, Snow,” he warned.
With a whimper, I rose up on my knees. I opened my mouth then shied away, repulsed by the idea. Odin tugged on my hair, a silent threat. Licking my dry lips, I opened my mouth again. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hesitantly wrapped my lips around the head. My own musky essence was on the tip of my tongue.
“All the way down,” he growled.
Choking back a sob, I lowered my head down over his cock, desperately trying to keep my tongue away from the thick shaft but failing. A final push from his hand on the back of my head had me swallowing it whole. After a moment, Odin pulled my head up.
“Now lick it. Lick the taste of your ass off my cock. Get it wet so I can fuck you again.”
Tears trickled down my cheeks as I did as I was told. At first, I just used the barest tip of my tongue but that earned me a slap to the cheek. After that, I laved him eagerly with my whole tongue till his shaft was once again wet and ready to take me.
“Down on the floor,” he commanded.
Once I was in position, with my bottom between his thighs, he placed his cock at my now sore, tight back entrance.
“This time, I want you to rock back.”
“What?”
“Rock back. I want you to fuck your own ass on my cock.”
“Please don’t make me!”
“Do it now.”
Shifting my hips back, I could feel his cock push inside me. Slowly, I moved till my bottom connected with his body. I had taken him to the hilt. I moved forward and gingerly repeated the motion. As I was concentrating on the task, I could feel Odin move his hand between my legs. The tips of his fingers began to tease my cunny.
“Faster,” he barked.
Startled, I moved my hips back faster. I felt full and overwhelmed…dominated. The thought brought a wave of little shocks up my spine. I loathed to admit it, but I loved how these men used me, made me feel as though I was only a vessel for their cocks. A hole. It was so raw and primal. My wicked thoughts made me move faster, to tease the pain, relishing every clench and cramp.
Odin pulled my hair again. This time I knew my duty.
I swung around on my knees and eagerly swallowed his cock. Licking and sucking its length. Tasting myself and him. All the while, my own hand reached down to rub my cunny, needing to feel the rising, tingling pressure.
“I want your ass again,” he moaned.
I turned and placed my cheek on the floor, submissive…subservient.
I gave a small yelp as he pushed his cock in. My bottom felt sore and swollen as he began to violently pound into my body.
It was twisted and wrong and I loved it. I wasn’t bold enough to call out, but all I could hear in my head was a steady cadence…hurt me…hurt me…hurt me. Pain was real. It was raw. It was in the moment. The sick blend of pleasure and pain, pain and pleasure, made me feel alive. It heated my skin, banished the cold, and set my world ablaze.
