Page 53 of Feral King


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My nipples brushed against the rough hide that covered his chest, and a single surge of arousal raced straight to my core. I reached up with my own hand to tease one of my needy buds, and he caught my wrist in one hand. He quickly grabbed the other and pinned them both over my head with a single broad hand.

I whimpered and he kissed me cruelly hard, nipping my lower lip as if to admonish me for trying to pleasure myself without him. I used my own teeth against him, and his other hand wound around my throat.

“Keep pushing, naughty girl,” he warned. His threat revealed that he was on the cusp of losing control, and I knew that I was going to have to force him over the edge if I was going to break his curse.

I snarled in return and lightly bit his lip. His answering chuckle told me that it had been enough.

“You’re going to regret that, mate,” he growled, every syllable igniting a fire inside me that centered deep in the core of my belly. My legs felt restless, and I squirmed beneath him, just so that I could feel the hard line of his cock pressing against my hip. He was even harder than before, and I wanted nothing more than for it to press inside me.

I yearned for him to fuck me just has hard as I needed to be fucked.

As if he could read my thoughts, he rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his hard length against my needy center. I cried out, the rough fabric both torture and unyielding bliss. His fingers tensed around my wrist as he lowered his head to the side of my throat. He kissed the tender flesh there, suckling gently and driving me wild with need. His other hand gathered my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I arched into his touch just as he pinched it hard. I cried out, but he smothered my sounds with his kiss. My cries died on my lips as I kissed him just as fiercely in return. He swallowed my every gasp as he twisted my nipple harshly before he finally let it go. In complete silence, he slapped my nipple with the flat of his palm, striking right on top of my sensitive bud. Immediately pain radiated outwards around my punished nipple, but it didn’t remain there. It blossomed across the entirety of my breast, savage and cruel and everything I ever needed.

“Yes!” I cried out.

He let go of my wrists. Beside me, a vine snaked through the grass and encircled my wrists, ultimately holding me captive to his mercy. I lay before him with my arms stretched high over my head as he slapped my breast again with the flats of his fingers. I tensed, gritting my teeth as the sting took hold immediately. I tried to remain still, but my body jerked away involuntarily.

It burned immensely, but there was nothing for me to do but take it.

I moaned, arching away from him, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he used his hands to spank my breasts until they were burning. My flesh pinkened under his punishing touch, darkening until it approached a rosy red. By the time he was through with my chest, my body was practically strumming with passionate desire, so much so that the burning ache quickly transformed into unquenchable need.

He crept back, trailing kisses along my collarbone and across the punished surface of my breasts. Immediately, I started to whimper as his mouth approached my nipples. I had the sudden feeling that he wasn’t done torturing them, and I was right.

His lips closed down over my right bud. I tensed, trying to remain still, both dreading and yearning for what was to come.

“Please,” I begged.

I didn’t know whether I was begging him to stop or pleading for him to continue, but none of that mattered because his teeth bit into my nipple with brutal savagery. I cried out and he bit down even harder, holding it in the vicelike clamp of his jaws.

Then his teeth lengthened, the sharp points jutting into the sensitive flesh of my nipple. He turned his head slightly, pulling the skin punishingly hard, and I arched into his mouth. At the same time, he shifted one knee in between my legs, rubbing the rough fabric of his pants against my clit. I gasped, swallowing back a scream of painful desire, but I couldn’t stop myself from unconsciously rocking my hips against his thigh.

He smiled knowingly and released my nipple.

The burning pain intensified for several seconds, and I writhed through it, watching with passionate anxiety as he lowered his mouth to the other side. I tensed and tried to twist away, but he wrapped his hand around me once again, forcing me to lie back on the mossy ground. He lightly nipped my left side, causing both peaks to stretch forward, impossibly erect and needy.

“I can’t…”

“You’ll take what I give you, sweet mate,” he growled, and my core constricted tight.

He bit down on the left side punishingly hard, and I shrieked, my eyes watering as the familiar burn spiked, seemingly more intensely than the other. He clamped down with his pointed teeth as I writhed against his leg.

I could protest as much as I liked, but somewhere deep down, a part of me was enjoying this.

When he finally released my nipple, I breathed a sigh of relief before the intense stinging pain that came after rocketed through me. I arched and struggled to take it, but when his fingers dipped between my thighs, the agony fell away, and the only thing left was intense, fiery need as he caressed my needy clit.

I was slick with my own arousal. A deep flush came over my cheeks, and I wondered if he could see it in the light of the full moon.

“You’re very wet, for me, mate, but not wet enough,” he growled.

With one swift motion, he crept backwards and wrapped his hand around my ankles. He lifted my legs straight back towards my face, exposing my bottom and my pussy in an entirely shameful display. Held up like this, he could see everything in between my thighs, and I blushed even more deeply when I realized that he could likely see my bottom hole, too.

For a long moment, he just looked at me. Feeling bashful, I tugged at the vines overhead in an attempt to hide my body, but they only tightened and pulled my hands even more firmly over my head.

He pushed my legs down a bit further, stretching my hamstrings and lifting my hips partially off the ground. If he hadn’t been able to see me before this, he was most certainly getting an eyeful now. I whimpered; my shameful arousal impossible to keep at bay now that I was fully aware of that fact that he could see all of me.

His eyes darkened considerably, and then his hand slapped down directly over the center of my ass, threateningly close to my pussy. The sound loudly echoed all around me, shocking me at first, at least until the frightful sting followed. With my ass stretched out like this, his palm burned much hotter than I remembered. Another swat fell on my right cheek, and I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet.

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